My shower head is broken

I have lots of clothes washing to do which is pants! Actually it is mostly pants, I must purchase more pants so that I can avoid the chore of washing them so frequently. Just got back to Oxford, spent weekend in Luton with Jade and her Easy Jet crew. Luton was....well, Luton. We had a partiularly satisfying Nandos on friday night but the evening ended in disappointment as me and jade were thrown out of It's A Scream because our poole game was taking too long. We were both a little tipsy but surely that is the most fun state to be in when playing a game that involves precise aim. We were also a little saddened that not more cardigan clad males were about-me and jade have decided that men in cardigans are very sexy, I'm loving this whole androgenous thing going down at the mo.

Saturday night was also without it's calamities.......Any night that begins with a drinking game involving shots of Skittles Vodka (which is nice by the way) is sure to end with a certain degree of vomit but we were very resilient and nobody puked once. Ten minutes after entering a club we were evacuated because of an apparent fire (though I saw no charred remains later on that night which strangely dissapointed me) Eventually we were let back in but the musuc was awful, it was the one kind of music I depise and everyone looks ridiculous when dancing to it, yes it was dance music, but not decent dance, crappy chart dance that all sounds the same and just makes me feel aggresive. So we decided to try Chicagos instead and we were pleasantly suprised. Some excellent seventies tunes followed by some old school R&B....When Blackstreet No Diggity came on me, Jade, and Hayley were in our element! After a trip to Chicken Zone (actually we never reached chicken zone, but thought we were in chicken zone at the time-anyway we were in a greasy unhygenic place that served chicken BASED-and I use that word loosely, foods...in a similar vein to some place called chicken zone.) A chicken burger and chips later we felt a little ill but ready for sleep.

And today consisted of toast, coffee, the Hollyoaks omnibus, a quick call to my nan for the X Factor results and then mostly me sat on a coach.

Right I must go shower and iron and do boring stuff like that. Oh yeh, if anyone knows of a good bonfire that is ocurring next weekend let me know, I want an excuse to play with sparklers

P.S My birthday is coming up soon but I am at a loss as to what to do, I'd like to maybe come back to wolves at some point, Sara you reckon you will do a wolves visit in November? But I would also like to go out in Oxford, or anywhere really.....if anyone can think of something interesting for me to do please send a stamped addressed postcard to my blog. I can't be bothered to use my imagination anymore-it has all been used up from the Peppapig stuff I've been doing at work. Cheers

P.P.S. Ellie congratulations on your level 2 skiing. I will pop round soon. And how is Ben getting on with the Crayola bubbly bubbles etc., be sure to note all your findings and I shall give a detailed report back to work, heehee!

P.P.P.S. Go watch The History Boys film, it is good.....reminded me of a smaller budgeted, british version of Dead Poets Society (I may need to watch that again now too)

Oh, my showerhead is broken by the way, so now only midgets can use the shower, so it is useful that I have invited the local midget society round to stay, they are pleased that I have accomodated their vertically challenged selves so well.

byeeeeeee

No to the FrogsLegs, yes to the Swede

Okay, so another very rain filled weekend in Oxford but Jade was my little ray of sunshine. We had a really fun weekend and we are doing the same next week but I will be her guest! Friday we gossipped in the Goose and munched in Maxwells, we even laughed at unfunny jokes thrown our way by the barmen but when no free cocktails were offered we were soon on our way!

Saturday night we were incognito-I was Olga, Jade was Burtress, we were Swedish stewardesses. Now normally this would be a pretty straight forward pretence and the majority of guys in The Zodiac are so drunk you could tell them your name was Ted and they wouldn't be fazed or put off.......however, when you are unexpectedly approached by the only Swedish guy in there it becomes a little more complex-his French mate we had almost convinced but the facade was eventually dispelled-mainly due to the fact that me nor jade spoke a bloody word of Swedish. We did manage to carry on the joke whilst munching on chicken burgers later on at glorious Bodrum Kebab. We agreed to put the frenchman and the Swede out of their misery and finally admitted that we were actually from the Czech Republic. After conferring, they seemed satisfied that we were no longer lying.....until they witnessed our eating etiquette. Jade shovelling chips into her gob at 100mph and me accidentally laughing so hard I managed to snort mayonnaise out of my burger, the Swede pointed a suspecting finger at the pair of us and said accusingly "you sure you are not English girls?"

Finally we came clean, but strangely this was apparently a good thing! If weighing up the good and bad of the French and the Swedish (based solely on two guys) I reckon the Swedish win hands down. Me and Jade decided that the French guy was far too annoying, plus his English was not up to scratch (says me, the monolinguist), and he had to keep asking the Swede to translate Jade-for some reason he could understand me but not her? Oh, and most significantly, the Swede liked mine and Jade's sarcasm whereas the French guy was very confused and just kept laughing when he didn't understand something. The swede was better dressed, had better hair and was younger. The french guy criticized our choice of food because it wasn't french. And finally, and this is what really makes the winner very much apparent....The French guy was called Nicolas but the Swede was called Albrekt-AKA Albert, which is the coolest name ever.

Anyway, the moral of this story is, don't talk to french guys and swedes for too long or you end up missing the last night bus, oh and don't lie and say that your swedish-say your Czech, yep that's about it!

As soon as jade emails me some photos I will add some.

Jade, good luck tomorrow. Ellie, Ben your rabbits have been fed, and cheers for letting us use your flat! I will bring your keys round tomorrow.

Stress + Deadlines = BRAIN PAIN (and a deformed hand)

Oh My God! This week has flown past, I am absolutely dead to the world, cream crackerd, exhausted, beat, done in, worn out, out of gas, washed out, spent, frazzled.....get the picture?. Far too many late nights at work. I have no idea how we managed it but we fit over a weeks work into the last two days, we are miracle workers I'm telling you! And as a reward we get to leave at 3pm next friday. OOOOOOO-that will certainly make up for my monitor induced blindness and deformed hand, that early friday finish shall surely repair my stressed brain. Well it's better than nowt. It's rather useful actually-Jade is going to spend the weekend with me (so no wolves next week), she was going to come up this weekend but she is still awaiting her flights rosta so can't really plan anything which is a bit poo. But next week we shall drink, be merry, watch xfactor and hit the cobbled streets of Oxford for some well deserved fun!!!

I am also in general agony due to my strenuous gym workout last night. Prepare to be impressed; Not only did I do a full 90 minutes at the gym but I cycled there and back so top scores for me. Unfortunately I over did it (trying to outrun a hungarian guy on the treadmill) and walked into work this morning John Wayne styley! I feel like I've been sat on by a sumo wrestler. Well, Ellie if you are feeling up to it, the plan is to visit the hellish gym again Sunday, so let me know! I felt quite old at the gym-I still use the uni one so it is full of students but they look so young, I have bigger biceps than most of the skinny little male freshers!

In contrast to last night, tonight I am going to eat junk food and watch the first two episodes of the new series of Lost whilst lying in bed (or make- shift bed AKA rock hard futon) My brain is going to switch off and I shall drift into a blissfull coma for the remainder of the weekend. I even bought a paper to read, have forgotten what relaxation feels like, but the relaxing starts now- bring it on!

Bye for now folks!

life is pants

Apologies for my huge absence, I am going to be annoyingly vague now but it is only fair-all shall be explained at a later, less arkward date. My life is in turmoil, all is not well I am sad to say but things can only get better. Currently life is pants which is why I have not blogged, but I am sure stuff will sort itself out one way or another. I will elaborate when all is well again.

Sorry, that's the most frustrating post ever, feel free to email me with complaints.

And Ellie, Ben-what would I do without you? curl into a ball and hibernate it's likely, cheers for the last couple of weeks, you made things much more bearable.

P.S. At least Paddy Mcguinness was good last week, Ding Dang Do!