I still can't get over it

Seriously though...

Are they taking the piss?

I've spent more time then is healthy on this site http://www.rotherham-ghosts.com/submittedphotos.htm
From the evidence they have shown me all I can safely say is that they're either all idiots or all taking the piss.

The woes of alcohol

Ow! My head really hurts.
It was our soundman at works 50th last night so a large amount of us went to sugar reef for the suprise part of the party. We were given these half price cards that could only be used once so decided to do rounds of cocktails. Humm me thinks this is where it started to go bad.
We got kicked out of there at about 1 so we meandered down shaftsbury ave until we got to tiatros (or however you spell it) which is ridiculously selective about who it lets in. Because Bill is great and so well known we all got allowed in (about 30 of us)
Continued the booze thing as well as smoking in this wee veranda place which was lovely.
I offered my friend Mark my couch to stay on because it is such a mish to his house but ended up leaving without actually trying to find him because I had decided to be done with it.
I tripped up and bled so much it soaked my jeans, but as I am a trooper I soldiered on into the night.
I seem to recall my brother and Alex being up when I got in but that could be a dream. What isn't a dream is watching futurama alot drinking water trying to not have the exact hangover I'm suffering from.
Bastard.

My friends at work have raised a very interesting point. Imagine if you went away for a while and upon your return you found that you'd been replaced with someone exactly like you except just that bit better. All the best bits about you heightened and with a really similar name. And everyone told you how much you'd love them because they are just so great.
I honestly think I would hate them. With a real passion.
To be fair I annoy myself quite alot though and so someone like my just...more would proper wind me up I think.
Another point is that my apparent superior would be called Vera. No offence to anyone of that name but I just don't think I could imagine that. (Not a person called Vera...my imagination isn't that poor).

I get quite wound up when I spend ages trying to get gig listings emailed to me and getting promised as much yet nothing actually appears. It really is a simple matter of attaching the document to an email and sending it. How can I be at all productive when this is what I have to work with! I know I'm not actually of any real importance in 2bob but I'm trying to help out and....argh.

Isn't tea brilliant

I got compared to the brilliant kid of the fast show yesterday. I wasn't sure whether to be offended or not because I love the fast show but I was just called hyperactive and a bit of an idiot basically. So I was conflicted. Until I read this quote:

You know Ronnie Corbett? He's brilliant, but 'e's not really small, 'e's a great big bloke who they made look small so he could fit on the telly. And they did it wi' trick photography, which is brilliant, only they don't call it that no more, they call it special effects, and they're brilliant. Like in Terminator 2, have you seen it? It's about a bloke who can turn into a puddle and back again, fantastic. Aren't sequels brilliant? They're the same film, wi' same title, but a different number like 2 or 3. Even bad films are great aren't they? 'Cause at least they try. In the future, all films will be brilliant, in fact, everything will be brilliant in the future, with cars on monorails, and brilliant silvery costumes and food in pills, and probably some kind of future-y can-opener, fantastic. And everything will be done by computers. Aren't computers brilliant? They can do anything, except play football, a computer wouldn't be no good in goal. But they can do anything else virtually. I'n't virtual reality brilliant? It's exactly like reality, only you wear an 'at. I tried wi' me brothers crash helmet the other day and I fell down t' stairs. Aren't hospitals brilliant?

That just makes me wish it were true. But there really is no way I can be as great as that. Which is quite sad really.

I'm going to be helping 2bob a bit in February. This will mainly entail hanging about the rehersal room when it's in use. Which I am assured will be rather dull. I think to save my sanity people should take up day time drinking at the fox so I can poke my head round and chat :D

I've been using these GHD straighteners everyday now and have decided that everyone should use them (not my ones) because my hair feels really nice all the time. I'm pretty sure I'm actually just killing my hair and it wants to go out looking fabulous but they have amazing things in technology these days.

I have this really really good cook book but can't afford to buy any of the ingredients for making stuff. It's all organic and lovely and expensive. I think I might offer to cook for people if they bring 1 ingredient. That way everyones a winner.

I need more tea.
Over and out

Rather tedious procrastinating device

Hey hey hey
I haven't updated in a bit simply because I haven't really been very interesting.
Not that I have now...just don't want to feel the wrath of Peter for not taking my blog seriously.

While at the Fox last night, watching Roman preforming a lovely set, cotching on a beanbag, supping on some kronie, I started thinking. Firstly I decided to call Roman Rayman from now on. Which he is ok with.
Secondly I made up this odd idea for a short film. I quite like it though. It's basically these 2 old guys who spend all there time in a pub watching other people. They comment on things that are happening as if they are mates with all the people in a "Terry is gonna get the shit kicked outta him by Phil if he doesn't stop hitting on his bird" sorta way. All the comments they make will be funny (so obviously I won't write it) and they will also give you an insight into the pairs friendship and stuff. Then one of them dies suddenly and the other guy just sits there in the pub sad until all the people they sat and commented on come over and sit with him and toast to his memory.

Never actually gonna be written just an idea I had while Rayman was playing.

I'm meant to be much more productive today but thats really not going to happen.

Sorry I can't be more amusing today will try better next time.

Over and out.

Lack of skills

I have been trying to set up a mobile blog thing.
Unfortunately I overlooked the fact that my phone hates me.
This being so, the update will come soon.

Are you sitting comfortably?

I do hope so.

I was thinking a lot yesterday about itching. I honestly can't remember the last time at least one part of my body hasn't been slightly itchy. Not in a mental rashy or extremely irritating way. Just a little itch that can be ignored most of the time. Upon bringing this up to people I realised that I am in fact strange in this situation. Should I go to the doctors? I mean...it doesn't really bother me but to be the only one out of about 15 people I brought it up to doesn't instill me with confidence.
After dwelling on it for a bit I have decided not to mention it to people. Excusing this blog because one day it can be put as a titbit in my biography.

Last night I had an impromptu "mad one" with a couple of lovely people from work. We went to the blue posts for a couple before moving on to Shuttleworths for some late night, overpriced booze. This all went swimmingly well and I ended up expressing my want to go to a casino with 2 of the people who had turned up towards the end. After a large amount of confusion due to toilet visits and cigarette having I stood on Charing Cross road waiting for them.
While standing there looking lost and confused a couple of people I know from the Fox and Firkin walked by and said hello. I ended up, for some reason, joining them in an attempt to get into a rather skanky looking Salsa club.
All the fresh air had sobered me up it seems because, at that moment, standing in a queue for a place I have never wanted to go to, I made the rather wise move to fuck off without saying goodbye.
I walked on merrily in my own little world stopping only for some Dr Pepper in Tescos, got on my bus and went home.
A truely remarkable story from a truely remarkable girl.

I am now going to spend the rest of my evening trying to get all my songs on my ipod onto my itunes. I know full well how fruitless I will be because the computer isn't even big enough but I am sick of making half arsed CDs for people because I don't have the song on my itunes.

Over and out

I wish I was as cool as Peter

So I've stolen Peter's idea for a blog because it seems to have opened a whole new social window for him.
As we all know I'm a big fan of social windows.
Is it just me who gets the idea of gossipy wives when thinking of a social window?
Probably.

So today I forgot my name badge at work and Francansisco said she would make me a new one. When she came down with it it was said Kiora. She said it was my punishment for losing my badge. I was then inflicted to "too orangy for crows" a large amount of the night. Is this just good harmless fun or is it bullying in the work place? You be the judge. ;-)

I'm quite excited at having the whole weekend off. Such a rare occurance that I'm actually so at a loss I'm meeting people from work on the Friday evening. I truely am that cool.

I was reading my webcomic of choice today www.boasas.com and I think the last few posts are really really true. I think probably the last 5 including the most recent. Slightly morbid but in a funny way.

Anyway...first post over and out