Yummy, Feta Cheese. One of my favourites. Feta cheese, in olive oil, with herbs and spices. Slightly odd lunch choice but I am not too hungry after my usual bacon sandwich I had a short while ago.

I spent my morning going to Exeter, getting as far as Highbridge before turning around. The weight of traffic (almost entirely bloody caravans grrrrrr) was enormous and it was far easier to turn around and come back and let the person we wer going to pick up, get the train instead.

Last night was a little weird, considering I was out with a group of people I really dont know well. Amusing karaoke and fun dancing, with a hint of the Bar4 staff being a bunch of useless wankers, long story. I have to admit that for the first time ever I danced to the sound of My Chemical Romance, but please don’t hold it against me.!!

Tonight we are of course out again, meeting at 5 at Hwang’s for preperation drinks and then wandering to Dominion at sometime after seven.

Oh and by the way, I am taking orders for the unofficial Hobbits playlist album, please ask if you would like one.!!!

Mooooooove over. Mooove your body real close.!

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Forgot to add this… regarding the comment left on yesterday’s post, she may have been crying but she had no friends around. As I said “if I can leave them with their friends” then I wouldn’t have got into it, but as she was alone and not one person would help her, I had to be the one to do something. Hope that clears it all up.

Ahhhhhhh, the end of my week is here and so is the start of my weekend, although I have no one to go out with tonight, due to illness, terminal skintness and being off to Cardiff (hmmm, Welsh people or being unwell. No contest, pass the Anadin).!! Wow my bin needs emptying.. at least I have something to do tonight I guess.

Been a very hectic day. Had some bloke called Toby from head office, who turned up to spend a couple of hours in the stockroom. I didn’t even see him so he must have been snuck in and out again with out me noticing. Hmmmm why doesn’t that sound right.!

Had a subway for lunch time, but was disappointed as the creamy stuff squirted across my foot long was definately incorrect.! I wanted delhi mustard not honey and mustard. The last thing you need is a sweet salami leaving a nasty taste in the back of your throat.!

Tomorrow night is getting busier it would seem. At least this time I get to make people go where I want hehehe. Lets all go to Vamps… lol.

Nope, never going to happen. I simply don’t see the point of strip clubs. Especially in a place filled with slags like Weston. Why spend £75 just to see a pair of jiggly tits, when you can spend a tenner on four bottles of tart fuel (bicardi breezers, reef, smirnoff ice etc) and pull some pissed up slapper and get a lot more than a pair of jugs waggled in your direction.

But then again, I don’t like drunk people all that much. Men tend to go one of two ways… either they get violent, thankfully none of my mates do that except one who I couldn’t give two tosses about with his horrible car and bad choice of women, or they become hug-monsters wrapping their arms round everything.

Women on the other end either start rubbing up against their female friends or get on a real downer, argue with their mates and burst into tears every few seconds. If any woman I am with does the second of those two then she will instantly get a very non-understanding cold shoulder from your’s truly. What is the point in me sitting there going, “It’ll be ok”, if I can leave them with their friends and go off and enjoy myself while said daft cow acts like a four year old and has a paddy.

I am going to do my nails now.

Have a good evening, and thanks for listening.!!

Ah finally, a course that finished on time for a change. The last one went on for 2 hours later than promised and it was half eight before I wandered wearily in here and plumped my arse in front of the computer. I am hungry but I have, as yet, not decided which of my favourite take aways to bother with my food order.

The weather has thankfully cooled down again. Although it waited until I sweated my nuts off and back on again all the way home in a Vectra. I hate that, when you sit in a car and the sun is beating down through the windscreen and you are wearing the inevitably black T-shirt that absorbs sunlight like a flaming solar cell and there is no respite from the burning heat that engulfs your chest and stomach. But, now it is so cool in here that I have had to put on a jumpery thing. Good. I might get a decent nights sleep now.

Still musing on the food question. Want chinese but I am having that for my birthday in the Sea Palace next Tuesday (hints may become more obvious as the day approaches).

I would like to offer a big “well done m’laddo” to the two guys, one in a bluey Ford Puma (girls car, stupid twat behind wheel, if I see you again I will personally scratch the word TWAT in your bonnet) and a black Volvo V40 T-4 estate W64 SJU) both of whom drove like friggin idiots and I hope destroyed their vehicles without hurting anyone but themselves, on the way home. Thats my rant done on that one. I am sure I have something else to rant about…… oooohhhh yes…

A woman who was left unable to look after her daughter following a beating from her “boyfriend” (not a person, someone who doesn’t deserve to live, he should be incapacitated to the same degree he left her) was given £500k by the people that hand out cash for things like that… then the stupid fuckers tried to take £50k back off her for “provoking the attack!”. What.??? Ridiculous. NO ONE should ever be put in that position. This country is going to the dogs. Totally.

Oh and they have managed to clone dogs in Korea…

expect a slightly fuller menu from now on.

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Meant to ask, was I the only person who flicked over from BBC1’s showing of the truly vile and awful “American Werewolf In Paris” to Channel 5’s documentary about a brothel called The BunnyRanch (actually it was *something* BunnyRanch but I wasn’t paying it that much attention). It was all a little much.! Watching five toples women on one king sized bed, writhing around trying to eat Party Ring biscuits from each others toes.!! Now that was weird. The thing ended with two birds and a bloke (all a little older than should ideally seen on TV at any time past the watershed) bouncing stark bollock/fanny naked. On a sodding trampoline.!! It was not pleasant. I couldn’t help but watch.! Lol.

Poo. I appear to have stuffed myself stupid. Again. Oh well, it happens I suppose. Finished work at 1pm and did a little shopping. Needed more hair stuff to make me look surprised, more shaving gel to stop me looking like an unshaven tramp, the new Viz to keep me laughing and smiling despite problems in my personal life (actually no problems but I was going to leap into a sketch from an Alexei Sayle show) and a Herb and Cheese foot long BMT with cheese, lettuce, peppers and a few gherkins. And coke. Burp. No wonder I feel bloated and over full. Still, I have a trifle left so I am sure that will disappear soon enough lol.

Three more hours and once again we begin the long drive down to Portsmouth to enjoy the delights of Fareham’s store. I wonder what to have for tea… lol. It is always food isn’t it with me… or sex. Or some stupid trivia about something metalic, large and moveable.

I have read in the paper today that our beloved (and totally stupid) North Somerset Council has cancelled the £6000 worth of fireworks that they were to have on the seafront over the summer. Just to prove that this IS pointless penny pinching, the same North Somerset Council has awarded three of its “officers” a £15,000 pay rise.!!!! Enough said.? Alan Hockridge, the ‘Cunt’cil leader said…

“Its not a case of the funding being withdrawn, rather that the funds have been ‘re-assessed’”

ie given to some overpaid pillock who works in a department that no one can work out what they do… like “HR Job Evaluation Advisor” (which is a £36k a year position for fucks sake).! And the worst thing is that there are NO qualification needs for that job at all.!! Not a bean. Just good communication and a tongue long enough to reach the Council bosses arsehole from where-ever your office is.

Anywho, I suppose I better go and stuff some rubbish into a sack and get ready. Enjoy your evening and, boys and girls, make sure you are all good and put away any spherical playing items from games such as hockey or cricket, into their special bags…

because the last thing you want is an unsightly and overcrowded ball sack

Byeeee.!!! XXX

Is it just me, or have those glorious men at the met office arsed up their predictions again. This week was meant to be a long cold wet morass of dampness and lovely depressing high winds throwing rain at my bedroom window. But, well, it isn’t. Now as most of you are aware I like the colder months. My favourite seasons tend to be Autumn and Spring, but especially Autumn, with its dropping leaves and slight chill to the air that makes you wonder if Summer leaving us (such as it is) is actually a bad thing and maybe it should stay (for my text today I refer to the Pulp album, His ‘n’ Hers and the divine closing track “David’s Last Summer”, truly one of the most amazingly written songs ever).! There is nothing better, as I was once taught by a certain friend of mine, than kicking through a pile of crunchy leaves (being careful to avoid any dogs eggs obviously) and it is true. Actually, in a way, I still miss collecting conkers, probably purely because it got me out in the park enjoying the early autumn sun, throwing stones at my mates, lol.

It is always nice to lie in bed on a cold wet night, when the rain is being driven hard at the window, while snuggling under the duvet and various blankets I have on my bed. I sound like a complete girl, but it is true.

One more day (hmmm, half day in fact as I am supposed to be leaving early to make up hours owed to me) and then I am off on my regular paid for jaunts to the south coast to sit in a cold/stuffy/hot room while someone talks bollocks for 7 hours. Wish I hadn’t signed up for the sodding course to be fair. I can do the job easily enough without it. Waste of my time dammit.!! Oh well. I am stuck on it for the moment, until they realise I have loads left to do from other bits and really cannot be arsed to do it. 99% of it I do any way in my day to day job. Arse. Total arse.

Anything I have to rant about tonight.??? Hmmm well, something about MP’s not returning to sort out the terrorist laws until they have a security screen put up, so EVERYONE could die in the mean time from terrorist attacks but 120 MP’s will be safe instead. Flippin’ ‘eck. Pointless. Personally it would be hilarious if someone got into the Commons and managed to gun a few people down. Why not. Not exactly a waste is it.!

Well thats it from me. I will speak to you all later. Have a wonderful evening darlings and leave those alone.

They aren’t your’s to play with.

Oh what a long day. Instead of my usual wandering off after eight and a half hours at work, today I ended up doing nine and three quarters due to a pain in the arse delivery of those damn book things that so many weirdos seem to have a love for. Even before we had unloaded the second pallet some “chavvy looking 10 year old rat boy (probably a grandad already)” was attempting to get his grubby hands in the packs and remove a book. We told him to wait and continued in front of an audience (thats right, people stood there and watched three people with a pallet truck etc, about 15 of them.!!) who were DESPERATE and I mean DESPERATE to get hold of a book. Its consumerism gone totally Tonto.!

As it is Monday it is pretty obvious I am going to have a rant about something. Well, unsurprisingly I AM going to have a good old sing-a-long-a-Bunny session involving two different things… firstly…

The chuffing government – again…

EIGHTY, yes thats, EIGHTY days they have for their summer break.! That’s not a break that is a fucking long time.!! I am praying one comes into our place and when I refuse to serve him I shall tell him I am on holiday for 80 days and maybe he would like to stick that in his pipe and smoke it (or stuff it right up his ring piece). Such lazy, overpaid bastards we have in this country. Why can’t more of them use the London Transport systems I don’t know.

Secondly…
We have been accused of following human rights too closely by, of all people the French… and the bloody Australians.!! They are so sadly right though. We really do take the piss in this country by giving everything to the criminal and nowt to the victim. Someone sitting in a public lav somewhere recently had a hand come under the door and try to grab his briefcase so he stamped… HARD… onto said hand (and no he didn’t hear a yelp from a voice that sounded like George Michael’s). When police arrived they told him he could be up for an assault charge.!! Bizarre and stupid of course. He told the pigs where to stuff it, politely of course, and they left it at that. Personally I would have quite happily repeatedly stamped on the thiefs hand until I was sure it would have to be amputated. Then start on his head.

So you see, Monday may be about ranting but it is all in a good cause (oh and I donated £1 to the RNIB in exchange for some very nice bombay mix. I implore those who work with me to spend a little on this worthwhile and tasty concept and buy some snacks too.!)

Truly, I need sleep still.!

Moooooooooooo said the cow. Arf Arf.