Now Hayley and Helen, if you are reading this, I know you're laughing sadistically about the fact the only thing you've seen me cry about (or nearly) is Germs. STOP!
I must explain. I am a bit freaky, but everyone has their quirky points don't they? Well mine is Germs.
Nasty little blighters, you can't see them, which means you cant keep track of them, they're everywhere! It's not simply that I am afraid of germs or getting dirty or anything, and I haven't always been this way.
Do I really want to delve into this? I've just posted my link on facebook so maybe I don't, but we'll see how we go.
I suppose it started when i was about 17, when I started dating this (what turned out to be) natsy, manipulative man. (I say man... creature fits the description better, but hey, hindsights a wonderful thing) who I thought was the best thing since sliced bread. Using this to his advantage he had me wrapped round his obese finger, he could do pretty much anything to me, mind games, guilt trips, grip me till i'd nearly pass out.... aside from this, he lived in an absolute pig sty, his flat while he had it, was pretty grim, mouldy, dirty, smelly etc, and then when he lived back with his mum, oh my, I want to get the disinfectant out and start cleaning now... it truly was like something off grime fighters. Mouldy food on the floor, potty's full to the brim with 1's and 2's left lying about for days, Dog poo, fleas, on a hot day the grease on the kitchen floor would start to melt and your feet would stick to it. You actually could move in 90% of the house, couldn't get to it. you had to climb over bags of rubbish, old clothes and food, there was nothing normal about this house. They even slept on the grotty sofa's because they 1 couldn't get to the beds and 2 there was no clean bedding. (again, in hindsight, I should have reported them to social services and environmental health, there was a three year old living in this mess!)
So, I got the hell out of that 'relationship' after a long hard battle with myself, but the germs stayed with me. (I want to go and have a shower now)
I got a bit obsessed with having clean hands and having hand gel, still am to this day. I cant touch bin lids or wet/ used tissue (even if i just looks used, like scrumpled up), if I go swimming I have to stand on a towel while I get changed and I try to wear flip flops or run through to the pool as quick as I can because of the bare floor, If I am agitated or upset, it makes me want to clean.
Everyone must have had at least one 'relationship' that haunts them, and that haunting manifests in any number of ways, so I know I am not alone. I am confident now, I know how I should be treated and what is acceptable and I would never ever let myself be manipulated again like that. I am successful, I do well at Uni, I love my job (soon to be old job), my team, my family and my friends, but I will never be able to shake off my phobia of Germs.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted;
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing material place.
~Emily Dickinson, "Time and Eternity"
Saturday 26 March 2011
Wednesday 23 March 2011
Pig Bellies and See through pants.
Today was Wednesday.
[Scene] My Living room, I'm sat, full to burst with Curry take out and Budweiser beer. Dad to my right plays farm town, David and Lady friend play on phone, as does Amanda while she coolly pretends to be grown up and drinks bright blue Alchopops. In the background is the clatter of the washing up as mum stands at the sink.
It was a vast improvement on yesterday by all means, yesterday I tried to write you an explanation of my day and how I was feeling (Angry, pissed off and stressed out) but it just came out as a bunch of expletives and slagging people off. not a good look. and not how I usually behave, so thank fully, I previewed and decided to hold off on my rant for a wee while.
I went on the sunbeds today.... ouch! Now I don't usually burn on them, but today I am very very sore and quite red. I think it's because I haven't been on holiday for months, lame excuse? maybe, but last year I went on four holidays and had a nice colour all year round, but since July I've been dead pastey, hence me burning. But it'll be OK, I'll turn into brown as long as I don't go on again for a few days, it's my pre-Crete tan.
Now to explain the title of this post. This morning when I left for work (I was running half an hour late) and I stood at the bus stop, this boy (?) came along and sat on the bench next to me. eee, he had on this tee shirt, which was very much too small for him, and his belly (which also hung over his trousers by a good 7 inches) was poking out of the bottom of the tee shirt for the whole world to see, it looked very much like the pot belly pigs I saw just this weekend at the petting zoo down by Wendy's (my sister). It even had pube like hairs sprouting all over it. Oh my days. DIZGUSTING.
then on my walk home, I spyed with my little eye, nay I didnt spy, that would imply i was looking on purpose, I unfortunatly glimpsed a young tangerine coloured lady (must have been an avid Blackpool FC supporter) wearing, those very cheap, low quality white Linen type trousers from Primark. What's wrong with this you ask. They were those ones that you can basically see every dimple of cellulite through from 20 paces, AND she had on underwear that there was no way that she could think that people would not see through white trousers. YUCK. Please do tell me if I wear something ridiculous like that, the Blame has to partly go to her friends she was with, for not telling her just how see through they really were. I mean, come on, call yourself a mate?
On the weekend I went and saw Wendy and my neice and nephew, Lewis and Megan. ahhhh thems two are sooo very very cute and clever. I love them millions and I'm so glad I got to go and see them all before my Crete adventure. We went to a place called Twin Lakes on the Saturday and went on loads of rides and saw loads of animals, I got my fingers half chewed off by some lambs and Lewis spent most of the animal section talking about the animal poo. 'That poo nona?' 'Yes Lewis' 'they pick up the poo like shasha?' and so on and so forth.
Then the sunday I spent the day with the kids playing whilst Wendy went and ran a half marathon FOR FUN! crazy lady, she did it in good time though. Well done sis.
for now I shall go, I have work again tommorow, I was meant to be at Uni but the lecturers are on strike and I've got too much on at work to stop at home. I might try for an early finish though :-) Mind you I've got to finish early on Friday so I can go and babysit for the weekend and earn me some pennies.
It's a hard life.
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
(Harriet Tubman)
[Scene] My Living room, I'm sat, full to burst with Curry take out and Budweiser beer. Dad to my right plays farm town, David and Lady friend play on phone, as does Amanda while she coolly pretends to be grown up and drinks bright blue Alchopops. In the background is the clatter of the washing up as mum stands at the sink.
It was a vast improvement on yesterday by all means, yesterday I tried to write you an explanation of my day and how I was feeling (Angry, pissed off and stressed out) but it just came out as a bunch of expletives and slagging people off. not a good look. and not how I usually behave, so thank fully, I previewed and decided to hold off on my rant for a wee while.
I went on the sunbeds today.... ouch! Now I don't usually burn on them, but today I am very very sore and quite red. I think it's because I haven't been on holiday for months, lame excuse? maybe, but last year I went on four holidays and had a nice colour all year round, but since July I've been dead pastey, hence me burning. But it'll be OK, I'll turn into brown as long as I don't go on again for a few days, it's my pre-Crete tan.
Now to explain the title of this post. This morning when I left for work (I was running half an hour late) and I stood at the bus stop, this boy (?) came along and sat on the bench next to me. eee, he had on this tee shirt, which was very much too small for him, and his belly (which also hung over his trousers by a good 7 inches) was poking out of the bottom of the tee shirt for the whole world to see, it looked very much like the pot belly pigs I saw just this weekend at the petting zoo down by Wendy's (my sister). It even had pube like hairs sprouting all over it. Oh my days. DIZGUSTING.
then on my walk home, I spyed with my little eye, nay I didnt spy, that would imply i was looking on purpose, I unfortunatly glimpsed a young tangerine coloured lady (must have been an avid Blackpool FC supporter) wearing, those very cheap, low quality white Linen type trousers from Primark. What's wrong with this you ask. They were those ones that you can basically see every dimple of cellulite through from 20 paces, AND she had on underwear that there was no way that she could think that people would not see through white trousers. YUCK. Please do tell me if I wear something ridiculous like that, the Blame has to partly go to her friends she was with, for not telling her just how see through they really were. I mean, come on, call yourself a mate?
On the weekend I went and saw Wendy and my neice and nephew, Lewis and Megan. ahhhh thems two are sooo very very cute and clever. I love them millions and I'm so glad I got to go and see them all before my Crete adventure. We went to a place called Twin Lakes on the Saturday and went on loads of rides and saw loads of animals, I got my fingers half chewed off by some lambs and Lewis spent most of the animal section talking about the animal poo. 'That poo nona?' 'Yes Lewis' 'they pick up the poo like shasha?' and so on and so forth.
Then the sunday I spent the day with the kids playing whilst Wendy went and ran a half marathon FOR FUN! crazy lady, she did it in good time though. Well done sis.
for now I shall go, I have work again tommorow, I was meant to be at Uni but the lecturers are on strike and I've got too much on at work to stop at home. I might try for an early finish though :-) Mind you I've got to finish early on Friday so I can go and babysit for the weekend and earn me some pennies.
It's a hard life.
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
(Harriet Tubman)
Friday 18 March 2011
Rule number 23: dont drink on a school night
Ahhhhh, I dont actually have any rules except to party as much as possible but i'm thinking this should become another one. Drinking the day before work is bad. bad bad bad.
Thursday: 17:40. Phone call from Tash...
Tash: Feeeeeeeef! guess what?
Me: What What What??
Tash: I wanna go out! I wanna get boppers for St Patricks day and go out! Are you playing?
Me: (laughs waveringly) ohhhh, Tash! I have work! I'll come and hunt for boppers and to the pub for a guiness....
And hour later, were whizzing down the road to Freeport on the hunt for some St Patrick day type decorations and screaming and wailing along to some classic dance tracks and planning our night out.
BAD. good night though. we went to Flares after the Belle and after managing to acquire a T-shirt, Blow up Guiness and a guiness hat each. (dont think I'm going to live down the incident outlined in my earlier posts, i.e. bundling Peanut and pissing off that one. still talk of the pub and the bar staff told me last night just how much of my arse they saw... oops.)
So Tash, Martin, Charlotte and I set off to Flares and didnt come out until 2am when I pulled Tash away from kissing a Man (we know him, he wasnt a randomer)
Another Rule for me is to EAT BEFORE YOU DRINK.
I spent the majority of the day being a right CHICKEN and throwing up in between pretending to work.
X
Thursday: 17:40. Phone call from Tash...
Tash: Feeeeeeeef! guess what?
Me: What What What??
Tash: I wanna go out! I wanna get boppers for St Patricks day and go out! Are you playing?
Me: (laughs waveringly) ohhhh, Tash! I have work! I'll come and hunt for boppers and to the pub for a guiness....
And hour later, were whizzing down the road to Freeport on the hunt for some St Patrick day type decorations and screaming and wailing along to some classic dance tracks and planning our night out.
BAD. good night though. we went to Flares after the Belle and after managing to acquire a T-shirt, Blow up Guiness and a guiness hat each. (dont think I'm going to live down the incident outlined in my earlier posts, i.e. bundling Peanut and pissing off that one. still talk of the pub and the bar staff told me last night just how much of my arse they saw... oops.)
So Tash, Martin, Charlotte and I set off to Flares and didnt come out until 2am when I pulled Tash away from kissing a Man (we know him, he wasnt a randomer)
Another Rule for me is to EAT BEFORE YOU DRINK.
I spent the majority of the day being a right CHICKEN and throwing up in between pretending to work.
X
Sunday 13 March 2011
And so the penny drops...
Here we go then...
The penny has finally dropped and I've started to realise how much I'm going to miss the people I see and speak to every day. I think yesterday was how it happened.
I had a long but fun filled day yesterday, it was the second meeting of the Hospital youth forum that a collegue and I set up. I love my job, cut all the crap out, all the rubbish going on with redundancies and the higher management club, I love it. I love working with young people and yesterday I was explaining to one lad who didnt belive that the forum could make a difference, Empowering young people is what keeps me going. it's what I live and breathe for. And that was probably the last time I will work with a group of young people in Blackpool :-(
It breaks my heart to see the young people we work with hurting that they wont have the groups or the team any more. they really are heart broken, one girl said she feels like she will go back to being invisible without the groups. They have all said that we are their family, that we are the only people they can trust and that we've given them a reason and the balls to go for what they want and deserve out of life.
My team are ace, absolutely amazing, they get on my nerves sometimes, and we stress each other out but they are like my family. Two of the bosses, i've known them for 6 years now. 6 years! It's really sad to think that, aside from me leaving for my adventure, all the them could lose their jobs, and the team is no more after this month.
I was awake most of the night last night, not crying but fretting and thinking about how different everything is going to be, I'm going to come back from my jaunt, and they wont be there. I hope they all find really great jobs and we can all keep in touch. I'll be so sad otherwise. Being with Andy for so long but with him being away they all looked out for me loads and can always tell how I am and when I'm putting on a front.
Much like my friends. Eee, I have fun with them, I was talking to Tash the other night, actually when I was writing my last blog, everyone changes when they're in a relationship dont they, but since the break up I've felt so much more like me. that's not to say that I haven't loved Him, or spending time with Him, and he wasnt in any way controlling or making me change, but I am Me again.
And my family... ohhh, I'm gonna miss my neice and nephews soo much, I haven't seen Theo and Luke for a few weeks and before that it was at christmas. I'm going to see Wendy, my big sister and her husband and the kids this weekend coming, thet'll be nice. by the time I'm back in the UK Megan will be 5, as will Luke, Theo will have had his first birthday and Lewis will nearly be 4.
I still have no idea where I am going, no actually final date for anything, and I'm not sure what my accomodation will be like either. Worrying? Nah, I'll be fine, it's all part of the fun.
ETD 28 days
(I've just proof read this and I realise it sounds really morbid, like i'm being put behind bars or going on a tour of duty with the army or somthing, in reality I know that I will have a great time and I'm pretty sure it is going to be one of the best decisions I've ever made, but I'm still sad to leave people x x)
The penny has finally dropped and I've started to realise how much I'm going to miss the people I see and speak to every day. I think yesterday was how it happened.
I had a long but fun filled day yesterday, it was the second meeting of the Hospital youth forum that a collegue and I set up. I love my job, cut all the crap out, all the rubbish going on with redundancies and the higher management club, I love it. I love working with young people and yesterday I was explaining to one lad who didnt belive that the forum could make a difference, Empowering young people is what keeps me going. it's what I live and breathe for. And that was probably the last time I will work with a group of young people in Blackpool :-(
It breaks my heart to see the young people we work with hurting that they wont have the groups or the team any more. they really are heart broken, one girl said she feels like she will go back to being invisible without the groups. They have all said that we are their family, that we are the only people they can trust and that we've given them a reason and the balls to go for what they want and deserve out of life.
My team are ace, absolutely amazing, they get on my nerves sometimes, and we stress each other out but they are like my family. Two of the bosses, i've known them for 6 years now. 6 years! It's really sad to think that, aside from me leaving for my adventure, all the them could lose their jobs, and the team is no more after this month.
I was awake most of the night last night, not crying but fretting and thinking about how different everything is going to be, I'm going to come back from my jaunt, and they wont be there. I hope they all find really great jobs and we can all keep in touch. I'll be so sad otherwise. Being with Andy for so long but with him being away they all looked out for me loads and can always tell how I am and when I'm putting on a front.
Much like my friends. Eee, I have fun with them, I was talking to Tash the other night, actually when I was writing my last blog, everyone changes when they're in a relationship dont they, but since the break up I've felt so much more like me. that's not to say that I haven't loved Him, or spending time with Him, and he wasnt in any way controlling or making me change, but I am Me again.
And my family... ohhh, I'm gonna miss my neice and nephews soo much, I haven't seen Theo and Luke for a few weeks and before that it was at christmas. I'm going to see Wendy, my big sister and her husband and the kids this weekend coming, thet'll be nice. by the time I'm back in the UK Megan will be 5, as will Luke, Theo will have had his first birthday and Lewis will nearly be 4.
I still have no idea where I am going, no actually final date for anything, and I'm not sure what my accomodation will be like either. Worrying? Nah, I'll be fine, it's all part of the fun.
ETD 28 days
(I've just proof read this and I realise it sounds really morbid, like i'm being put behind bars or going on a tour of duty with the army or somthing, in reality I know that I will have a great time and I'm pretty sure it is going to be one of the best decisions I've ever made, but I'm still sad to leave people x x)
Friday 11 March 2011
Untitled
Thursday's done, a blast from the past, dancing in Flares and falling on my ass. :-)
Hello, reader(s) and myself.
It's friday, and here I am sat blogging and watching the telly in my pyjamas, it's a good life really, when you pretend that life is just there, where you are sat, self involved and blissfully ignorant.
There has been alot of hurt in the world today. The great Tsunami in Japan, The war in Afghan, The unrest in Libya. How often do we actually stop and think about everything that happens outside of our own map? When I say we, I mean myself. I'm not writing to preach to people after all.
It was Shrove Tuesday this week (The assistant at the print shop called it Saint Pancakes Day) the beginning of Lent, traditionally people would fast for 40 days and 40 nights, not eat rich foods such as butter and eggs, to remember the fasting that Jesus did in the desert (again, i'm not preaching to you) so these days people give things up for lent, others also try to pick up a good habit or hobby. Last year, I managed to give up crips. it was hard work but I was soo proud (I'm actually an addict) This year i'm off the crips again but I want to make two more good habits,
To make an effort to do that one good deed a day that we should all be doing, and
To think more. I understand a bit more actually thanks to this blogging business, what they hark on about at Uni and work. We should all reflect on life and log it. actively question ourselves and our actions and reactions to what is happening around us.
If only everyone in the world did this eh! Imagine if right at that point where someone is so emotionally charged, angy or hurt that they will do anything to pass that negativity onto someone else, by rape, murder, war, stealing, or bad mouthing and being mean, they stopped and just thought, well actually, if i do this, i'm still probably going to feel this way, why should I make people feel it too?
The Tsunami, like the one four years ago, is a natural disaster, no one is mindlessly deciding to damage a country, millions of peoples lives and businesses.
I am angry about Libya. I am actually angry in general. I beleive in fair democracy, why the hell should a countries 'leader' dictate a country? why, why does he not take the hint that a vast majority of his country does not like his leadership and the way he does business?! I am genuinly proud of Egypt. It sounds so silly to be proud of a country I know little about and have little affiliation with aside from a couple of holidays. They did so well, I dont agree with every aspect of how they protested, i.e. people being hurt and killed, but those that did die whilst protesting for a fairer country for themselves, their families and the future of their home are all heroes in my eyes.
And yet, in such a 'civilised' country as Britain, people complain about things, but do nothing under the pretence that they 'dont do politics'. Politics is not something to be liked, it's not somthing to befriend or 'do'. Politics is just another way of describing the every day business of life. In my eyes that is why politicians are called politicians, because their business, their job is to help run britains business.
This has turned into a political, ethical type rant. So I shall stop with that now but for one last point. Politics, the business of life, is like watching your bank account, checking facebook and chatting with your neighbours. it's trying to make sense of and having an opinion on what is going on around you. My invisible and non existing audience, who I picture in my head as I write this, standing at the bus stop, sat in the pub, whistling on the way to work or school. Take a frickin' interest why dont you?
Hello, reader(s) and myself.
It's friday, and here I am sat blogging and watching the telly in my pyjamas, it's a good life really, when you pretend that life is just there, where you are sat, self involved and blissfully ignorant.
There has been alot of hurt in the world today. The great Tsunami in Japan, The war in Afghan, The unrest in Libya. How often do we actually stop and think about everything that happens outside of our own map? When I say we, I mean myself. I'm not writing to preach to people after all.
It was Shrove Tuesday this week (The assistant at the print shop called it Saint Pancakes Day) the beginning of Lent, traditionally people would fast for 40 days and 40 nights, not eat rich foods such as butter and eggs, to remember the fasting that Jesus did in the desert (again, i'm not preaching to you) so these days people give things up for lent, others also try to pick up a good habit or hobby. Last year, I managed to give up crips. it was hard work but I was soo proud (I'm actually an addict) This year i'm off the crips again but I want to make two more good habits,
To make an effort to do that one good deed a day that we should all be doing, and
To think more. I understand a bit more actually thanks to this blogging business, what they hark on about at Uni and work. We should all reflect on life and log it. actively question ourselves and our actions and reactions to what is happening around us.
If only everyone in the world did this eh! Imagine if right at that point where someone is so emotionally charged, angy or hurt that they will do anything to pass that negativity onto someone else, by rape, murder, war, stealing, or bad mouthing and being mean, they stopped and just thought, well actually, if i do this, i'm still probably going to feel this way, why should I make people feel it too?
The Tsunami, like the one four years ago, is a natural disaster, no one is mindlessly deciding to damage a country, millions of peoples lives and businesses.
I am angry about Libya. I am actually angry in general. I beleive in fair democracy, why the hell should a countries 'leader' dictate a country? why, why does he not take the hint that a vast majority of his country does not like his leadership and the way he does business?! I am genuinly proud of Egypt. It sounds so silly to be proud of a country I know little about and have little affiliation with aside from a couple of holidays. They did so well, I dont agree with every aspect of how they protested, i.e. people being hurt and killed, but those that did die whilst protesting for a fairer country for themselves, their families and the future of their home are all heroes in my eyes.
And yet, in such a 'civilised' country as Britain, people complain about things, but do nothing under the pretence that they 'dont do politics'. Politics is not something to be liked, it's not somthing to befriend or 'do'. Politics is just another way of describing the every day business of life. In my eyes that is why politicians are called politicians, because their business, their job is to help run britains business.
This has turned into a political, ethical type rant. So I shall stop with that now but for one last point. Politics, the business of life, is like watching your bank account, checking facebook and chatting with your neighbours. it's trying to make sense of and having an opinion on what is going on around you. My invisible and non existing audience, who I picture in my head as I write this, standing at the bus stop, sat in the pub, whistling on the way to work or school. Take a frickin' interest why dont you?
Monday 7 March 2011
the count down begins...
Soo... Day off today, Had a busy weekend, busy but good!
Probably the most socialising I've done in a while now, makes a change. I think it goes hand in hand with the changes I'm making at the moment. I feel younger all of a sudden, a weight has lifted and I'm ready to take the world by storm. Pub Thursday with my dear friend Tash and we were joined by some lovelies from the Belle, including Dwayne, who had forgotten his fake tooth (I know! strange boy!) Lauren who I haven't spoken to really in a a very long time, C,(we came to the conclusion that we'd met the night before, she picked her son up from a club I help run..) and their friend Fisher (he'll never be a fisherman apparently!) a good night, including me being asked whether I was a lesbian by a man I've never met before (no it wasn't a chat up line) and Tasha being chatted up by this waster of a man who then wouldn't leave the pub.
Then Friday, oh my! Friday was fab, I went and saw Plan B with Tash, Sophie and Charlotte. Charlotte and I didn't have tickets so we had to find ourselves a Ticket Tout (toot? toute? Towt?) and haggle ourselves some tickets. It felt like we were trying to score some drugs or do some dodgy deal on stolen goods, we finally got some for about 2 and a half times the original price and were dreading being turned away with a dodgy ticket. phew! we didn't, thank god and the gig was awesome! There were two support acts and i cant remember either of their names, they were good though. the first was a guy singing some slow, soulful type songs which would have been great if I was sat at home listening on a Sunday morning, but I didn't appreciate him as much as I was loaded up on energy drinks (off the booze that night).
The second act was a guy who had the most amazing mouth, not in a perverse way, he was a beat boxer, but more like a one man orchestra! then obviously Plan B was amazing, I'm so glad i got their album back in the new year, otherwise i wouldn't have been bothered about going to see them, let alone paying over the odds for a ticket!
Incident 1, I thought it'd be funny to go and jump over Peanut while he was sat chatting to his missus. and it was, well for a split second before the missus stormed off. uh oh! lets go back a bit before you think I'm a tramp though, when i say jump over, i mean, jump over his lap and onto the arms of the chair. didn't touch his lap, he didn't see anything (OK, so the rest of the pub might have...) and my face didn't land anywhere awkward. WOW, big mistake. Certainly flet the wrath of the missus and ended up with Tash getting shouted at because of me.
Now it's Monday and I'm back to work tomorrow, the young people are meeting with council members to tell them their rubbish and that they shouldn't cut the support for young people as they are doing. I cant wait.
for now though, I need to get and sign my Contract for the new venture and get it sent off.
ETD 14th April 2011
37 days and counting!
Probably the most socialising I've done in a while now, makes a change. I think it goes hand in hand with the changes I'm making at the moment. I feel younger all of a sudden, a weight has lifted and I'm ready to take the world by storm. Pub Thursday with my dear friend Tash and we were joined by some lovelies from the Belle, including Dwayne, who had forgotten his fake tooth (I know! strange boy!) Lauren who I haven't spoken to really in a a very long time, C,(we came to the conclusion that we'd met the night before, she picked her son up from a club I help run..) and their friend Fisher (he'll never be a fisherman apparently!) a good night, including me being asked whether I was a lesbian by a man I've never met before (no it wasn't a chat up line) and Tasha being chatted up by this waster of a man who then wouldn't leave the pub.
Then Friday, oh my! Friday was fab, I went and saw Plan B with Tash, Sophie and Charlotte. Charlotte and I didn't have tickets so we had to find ourselves a Ticket Tout (toot? toute? Towt?) and haggle ourselves some tickets. It felt like we were trying to score some drugs or do some dodgy deal on stolen goods, we finally got some for about 2 and a half times the original price and were dreading being turned away with a dodgy ticket. phew! we didn't, thank god and the gig was awesome! There were two support acts and i cant remember either of their names, they were good though. the first was a guy singing some slow, soulful type songs which would have been great if I was sat at home listening on a Sunday morning, but I didn't appreciate him as much as I was loaded up on energy drinks (off the booze that night).
The second act was a guy who had the most amazing mouth, not in a perverse way, he was a beat boxer, but more like a one man orchestra! then obviously Plan B was amazing, I'm so glad i got their album back in the new year, otherwise i wouldn't have been bothered about going to see them, let alone paying over the odds for a ticket!
Saturday was my birthday (March the 5th, put it in your diary) and I had a super lazy day in front of the telly, opened my cards and the like, ate my box of choccies from little sister and read a book about Cyprus from the parents. Then Tash and I went off to band night at the pub and town after wards.
Now I must say, I do like a drink, and come the time we left the pub, I was a bit drunk TBH. It's been a long time since I did annoying drunk things, so here we go.
Incident 2, this isn't really an incident, but in my infinite wisdom, I wondered off while Tash and Crystal were at the queue for the cash machine, I went up the road to the next one then wondered into the bar and text them to say i was in there. Then I started dancing and didn't stop till about 3am when we decided to leave, which is when...
I decided to let the guy who had been dancing with me walk me home. let me just say, I am not really an idiot, and I'd stopped drinking and sobered up by this point. I'd wondered outside by myself and started walking in the vague direction of my house. He just walked me home, that was it, we may have had a cheeky kiss, but he wasn't particularly skilled in such. What a gent. I must apologise for leaving my dear Tasha and Crystal though. they did a fab job of making it a brilliant evening, Loves x
Now it's Monday and I'm back to work tomorrow, the young people are meeting with council members to tell them their rubbish and that they shouldn't cut the support for young people as they are doing. I cant wait.
for now though, I need to get and sign my Contract for the new venture and get it sent off.
ETD 14th April 2011
37 days and counting!
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