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word of the day: Tomfoolery

This week has flown past! Had fun last Saturday, went to the GMTV studios (by 'went', I mean ran like a loony because Ellie needed a wee and we were running half an hour late) to watch the filming of a new Book quiz tv show hosted by David Baddiel, we got to sit on the front row too which was cool only the camera guy kept almost running his huge camera thingy over my foot. I was pleasantly suprised by the panel...we actually recognised everybody...I was sure I'd have no idea who anyone was but there was Kate Adie, Anthony Horowitz, that Giles guy...aghhh can't remember his surname (the ex politician author guy who was on countdown the other week) and Germaine Greer-How good is that! It was good except we were prompted to laugh more than we did at jokes that weren't that funny and the comedian who 'entertained' us whilst stuff was being sorted was a total knob.

Me and Ellie really wanted to go shopping (window shopping for me) in selfridges and the big topshop but they were closed so we had to settle for a mooch in the Apple Store....ooooo If I had the money I would buy myself a beautiful new mac with a 28" monitor and cute speakers with sub woofer.....my mac is becoming elderly now and pales in significance when compared to imacs and g5's and Pros......



Right I'm off as I can't be arsed to type anything and I didn't get to play rounders today because Ben canceled it.

BYEEEE

P.S. Ellie, Ben, I will print out a copy of you 'save the date' card thingy at work tomorrow.....

P.P.S. Sara, I'm in Wolves this Weekend-where are you?

stuff

Hellooooo, I am sooo tired. I need a weekend to recover from the weekend. I can't cope going out two nights in a row anymore, my body starts falling to pieces. I Had a good night out last thursday with people from work but felt a bit rough on friday, got the train to Brum friday evening and somehow managed to stay awake until 4.30am for another chaotic lock in at the pub. I got drunk (as I was not paying) and had a debate with one of the pubs regulars about students...I was trying to convince him that not all students are scroungers but he was having none of it. Then he told me I was too skinny so I arm wrestled him and won, HA! In yer face (He had drunk a lot more than me but still....) I wasted most of saturday sleeping (the best way to spend a saturday....and experienced the after effects from eating jamaican style jerk pork (a certain Johnny Cash song comes to mind) Managed to get some of my freelance stuff done whilst attempting to block out the monotonous drone of dj Daddy Redz(a painfully irritating dj who NEVER stops singing and talking over the choons and only wears the colour red, like some crazed beardlass and giftless santa)At one point though he did mix rick astley with Akon-anyone who does something as crazy as that is borderline genius. I only managed to stay awake till about 2am on Saturday....I decided it was time to vanish once martin had reached his Michael Jackson phase of drunkenness (I had already witnessed the chatting up of sixteen year olds phase but the minute Billie Jean was put on the jukebox I fled...too many times have I watched Martin attempt to moonwalk and grab his crotch (which was covered in beer)I was impressed at his multitasking capabilities though, serving behind the bar and moonwalking, incredible...pity he sucked at both. (Mart, you know I love you really, don't ever stop living the dream....You are so close to becoming the king of pop-you have the advantage of being skinny and white)

So I disappeared and watched The Illusionist and ate a LOT of biscuits. The film was really good...I love magically kind of thingys and I have decided that Ed Norton has the best eyes ever because they are intense and filled with wonderment and pain which is an excellent combination.

Spent the majority of yesterday morning up a ladder painting blackboards...I wouldn't have minded but the ladder was wobbly, the paint dried transparent, and the brushes lacked adequate bristleage. And today my arm ached like hell....I don't know how my Grandad used to sign write up ladders all day everyday, I did it for one day and felt completely and utterly defeated.

Got back to Wolves yesterday evening and went to The Purple Turtle with Ellie snd Ben to see Ben's friend's band (our own devices), I always feel like I'm in a bomb shelter when I go in that venue. The band were loud (which usually wouldn't bother me but I was on tap water so my senses unusually acute, but thought they were good minus a bit of shouting, plus my feet still hurt from being up the ladder.

I'm going to have a loooong bath, cook something very boring and average then watch the Peep Show episode I missed last friday, good plan....byeeeeeee

RACE FOR MY LIFE!

Easter happened...I ate a big chocolate egg purchased by myself...I felt ill...my skin is now all rubbishy....this is evidence that no matter how hard I try to convince myself-chocolate isn't actually 'good for you', well not in mountainous quantities anyway...ooo I'd love a chocolate mountain though.

Please please please can you sponsor me....It is my third Race for life this June and I'm psyching myself up for the familiar rampage across Oxford University Parks. For fun we have decided to allow a bull to track me this year as a secondary motivational tool (ellie hitting me with a t-towel is the primary) So I shall be dressed in red to aid the bull and distract it from chasing other, less competitive (more sane) runners. Ellie is fully trained in Bull whispering so the situation is safe and not at all ridiculous...if neccessary Ellie will straddle the Bull, lean down to catch sight of its underbelly, and tug hard at it's particulars if any funny business endures. So, all is arranged, no worries.

Okay on a serious note, I am honestly doing the Race for life and would very much appreciate some sponsor money (I'm paying the organization back for all the cancer research pens I've stolen over the years)I promise to humiliate myself and sweat profusely if you do!



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P.s. Did anyone watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind last night, I'd forgotten how much I liked that film, the memory must have been erased or something.

my blister has popped....

I have had the biggest blister in the world, like ever, on my foot...and today it popped. The oozing has refrained for now but I shall be expecting more. In a weird way I always enjoy a good bit of blister popping action, keeps you on your toes (or sides of foot, however you decide to compensate for not having a heel anymore). And, popping a blister is like that satisfactory splurge of puss when you squeeze a spot only ten times better, and not on your face. Yes, blisters can have a marvelous impact. I felt like I was walking on an egg for the last few days, which also caused me to walk a bit like a spaz.....but at least now I know that if I ever did have to walk on an egg (you never know) then I am comforted with the knowledge that I am perfectly capable, and a little over zealous at the prospect perhaps.

Weekend was good, went off to Brum to witness the opening of the Junction Inn (my mum's pub) All was merry, then very merry, then half four in the morning and not as merry anymore...dunno how my mother and Ricky have managed continuous 4am lock ins...they must be mad...or drunk. Anyway pub needs a lot of work doing but is looking great and potentially could be fab. Soon there shall be food and there is a dj starting this ciming saturday (no idea if he's any good) oh and we are gunna give my uncle Alan a live music slot so that he can play his sax indoors for a change (he usually busks, and is very good I'll let you know!)
I had the pleasure of meeting Fat Pat (a regular), pete the pisshead (another regular), a bunch of lesbians with the ability to drink from 10am-4am (that also fancy my mum), and a chinese woman who sells dodgy dvd's for £1. Yes Oldbury is the land of nutters..my family will fit in well.

We moved Wally, he was a little confused but sought comfort from his tennis ball bellied monkey toy...ooooh I miss wally, I want to steal him and have him live with me so that I can torment him...mum please stop feeding the dog curry-his eczema is flaring up. Saw my brothers' flat...really nice, and dirt cheap god damn it...if I could pick their flat up and move it down here all would be fandabbydocious. And cheers mart + mike for the 'gay table'...couldn't be having a pink item of furniture cramping your macho style now could we?

AGGGGH SHIT! Sorry just nearly wet my pants, my blind just fell off the window.....

Okay it's back up now, bloody blind, scared me to death.

Right I'm off to cook something exciting and innovative...beans and sausages wahoooo

It's on days like today that I am glad I am a bum...I get to watch channel four all evening-what a line up relocation relocation, grand designs, desperate housewives, then Gordon Ramsay's F word..fantastic!

P.S. Ellie and Ben, thank you tons for ferrying me around at the weekend...ellie, what do you want for your birthday, you got anything planned?

P.P.S. WATCH PAN'S LABYRINTH IT IS BLOOMIN' BRILLIANT! I wish I could make friends with a spanish faun.