From here, at casa S&F's

"well I did say move the suitcase when I came in!"

"Get me a fecking drink, I'm in training you know!"

"Erg! thats gross!"

"No, it's me not mum"

"No putting your feet under my arse again - EITHER of you, least not till I have finished eating please"

"Either that cat goes, or I do!"

"Just wrap the fucking presents PURLEEEEEEEEZ!"

"no I have no idea where it is, you ask him"

"what are you wearing? Fuck what am I gonna wear! No I am not going naked!"

"Oh god I can't give him that card!"

"Well blame me, I bought it after all"

Oh well, time to go for another ciggie and bark at the moon.

Or something.

May, just may possibly get a quick go on here before the off tomorrow, but if I go all silent and off radar, just think of me in a car heading up norfff like.

And think of the poor souls trapped in it with me.

We had a chilli tonight, which could have been a very, very bad move.

Night darlinks!

In other news - My daughter has just named her imaginary pirate ship the "Un-Jolly Roger Moore"

A chip of the old block she is!

"Da da da daaaaa, da da dan da da!" and all that.

No, not the poodle haired Europe rock anthem but my state of mind. You see I will be traveling by motorised vehicle to Birmingham tomorrow so won't be on here. Try not to miss me too much. (altough I may have a chance for a brief chat later, but if not I am doing this - eh?)

Yes another weekend of galavanting about, when I get to do a full week of work I may well die of shock.

Things still to do:

Get phone credit top up.

Get some wrapping paper.

Get some money (that'll help)

Eat and drink and try to go to sleep through the excitement/nervey jitters that I am beset with.

May need a session on the LP Deluxe that is stashed at S&F's to unwind.

See those of you going when ya get there.

Erm, paddy - I haven't waxed so you will have to settle for a bithday kiss.

Here I was thinking I could spend the afternoon just kicking my heals and smoking, when the boss asks me to revisit a file I have sent out as there are some peculiarities in it.

"Oh don't worry, I probably just fucked it up" Said I. I can do honesty some times, even if it is just to see the look on someones face.

Anyway, thats my afternoon wasted.

But, I have just come back from getting paddy his pressie and only mention it here to wind him up!

And I got him a disgusting/funny card.

And I am still nervous about tomorrow night.

and I need another coffee and a ciggie before looking into this file.

and and and and and.

(PS - if I have not commented much on your blog of late and have been a regular, please don't be offended. All this bollox at work since I came back from Edinburgh has kept me off here as much and at home I have a dog of a pc and other things to attend to sort of ish. I am not pissed off with anyone or playing favourites - but I am paranoid, which helps)

It’s started again!

Well it started last night as I was stuffing t-shirts into my rucksack for the coming weekend.

That horrible nervous feeling that has now escalated into a minor Monkey attack (ahh how I missed that tight feeling in the throat and the shaky hands)

Why – because I will be meeting some new people this weekend and that sort of stuff terrifies me!

And I know that I have spoken to some of the people I am going to meat at great length virtually via msn and whatever and shared stuff with them and they with me, so we are not exactly strangers but- well THIS IS REAL! no screen to hide behind!

A while ago I did a post, which contained 5 contradictions about myself and asked you to do the same for yourselves. One of mine was “I make friends easily but am scared of meeting new people”

I think that’s true – well I know the last bit certainly is! I get nervous because I always think people will just not like me, or think I look foolish or whatever and it gets reeeeely bad. Then I go in, try to act confident and bullshit my way through.

Meeting new people really is an excellent cure for constipation.