I suggest those of you who take the p**s out of my barnett check this out....

on my continuing quest to burn the candle at both ends, I have been at work this evening, just returned and have got to be up at 5.30am to catch a train to the big smoke for work. so why am I blogging at 11.16pm? god only knows, there's no logic to my thinking, the brain is addled, I'm approaching thirty-one and I'm losing the plot. I've lost my train ticket to london for this weekend and am in a stand off with my parents who assure me they dropped them off at my house and I'm convinced I've never seen them. Who would you believe? Looks like this family weekend in london is going to be even more expensive than I had feared. let alone having to pay for a bloody double room which i don't even get to use for it's full purpose, now I have to pay for my transport twice. All I can say is the Queen had better be inviting me in for a cup of tea and cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off - or there'll be trouble.

thank god for that!

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so tired

I am so knackered that I can hardly type. after a week of running from one committment to the next, I went to barcelona for a relaxing weekend with Ms Henderson. It was about as relaxing as the London Marathon. She forced me to sightsee, drink copious amounts of red wine and eat mustard flavoured ice cream (suprisingly nice actually!).
My stories will be forthcoming, but for now, I need sleep.... rest well my friends, for tomorrow I regale you with tales of drunken debauchery (actually that's not true, we behaved ourselves and we didn't buy a straw donkey or sombrero, hope you're proud)

Why?

why is it that one the day my hair looks fab, I see no-one. life is cruel.

survived!

well it's 11pm and I survived the experience. I'm knackered, emotially exhausted and I can't feel my legs!

night!

Lord of the Twiglets

Its going to be a dvd fest tonight folks. 3.5 hours of the first of the Lord of the Rings. I have succumbed to peer pressure and the humiliation of being a social outcast and accepted my fate. The extended version no less. Well.... in for a penny and all that.

I have twiglets and a bottle of red wine and I'm prepared to use them...

HR + PMT = OTT

Got thoroughly pissed off today with people generally moaning about "HR people", probably my hormones but it really narks me that we all get lumped into the same boat. I guess estate agents and traffic wardens have the same problem but it's so frustrating when people seem to think they have the right to slag off your profession, and therefore ultimately you, at every possible opportunity. Ok, so sometimes we make mistakes, or we're not perfect, and I accept that in most cases, when things go wrong in HR they have a big impact on people and their personal circumstances, but contrary to popular belief we do our jobs cause we care about people and want to make their working lives better. It's the whinging tossers that grind down the people who care so that we either leave or become the cynical bastards that perpetuate the stereotype.

This particular prat wasn't even directing his criticism at me, rather my predecessors but the incessant complaining just gets me down. I'm good at my job and just wish people would take me as an individual not a stereotype.

so there.

and yes I have PMT.

I'm buying a new tent when I next get paid. No longer will I have to get dressed on my knees, I'm hitting the level of middle-classed (or is that middle-aged ) in the tent world. I'm growing up and getting sensible. It's a four man tent (optomism rules) with a nice porch, plenty of space for me and friends to sit in on a cold evening, sipping port through chocolate fingers and discussing the finer details of the colour coding system on sagga chopping boards. I'm also considering getting a hanging wardrobe and some nightlights to stick outside my tent door. Next stop - my own toilet tent...

happy easter

Been to Cardiff to see my sis, we saw the sea and drank a cup of tea that was so strong the teaspoon stood up in it. Yum. Went out dancing with some mates in Cardiff in the evening, I even found myself spinning on the dancefloor to Mysterious Girl. Cart me off now please.
Rescued a "damaged" teddy bear from a shop in Marlborough, we're working though his problems - I believe the damage to be more psychological and hopefully his feelings of abandonment will subside. He seem to be settling in here in cheltenham, and the cats have taken a liking to him - need a name for him though.
Now back in cheltenham trying not to feel sad and lonely on a easter sunday night :-( Good job I've got my new teddy bear.

crap adverts

Now I'm quite a fan of Lenor fabric softener in my own way. Not that I evangelise about it in the pub or anything, but since having a new washing machine and finally understanding where the stuff goes I notice a real difference in the softness of my clothes (stick with me, there is a relevance to this, if slightly obscure and pointless....). but I have to admit that, like my conscientious objector stance to Morrisons/safeways, I'm beginning to consider changing my brand. This is due to the totally crap advert with the little miss muffet rhyme which says "I've heard from my aunt, it's got extract of plant". I've heard from my aunt??? Could they not do better than that???? how much money did these people get paid? even I could have come up with better than that.
Sorry if you get different adverts to me... guess that'll mean bugger all.

You'll never walk alone

Can I just take this opportunity to say a heartfelt thank you to the loving support and sympathy displayed by my many friends and colleagues during my difficult weekend.

Encouraging comments such as "good job you are single - you'll never pull looking like that" and "do you still look like that bloke from the Singing Detective" have really kept my spirits up thorugh this trying time.

I thank you, one and all

Dot-to-dot

My body is covered in red blotches, my hands and feet are swollen and feel bruised. I'm stuck indoors cause I can't walk very far and I'm NOT HAPPY!!!! Not only am I a non-ginger, I'm a non-ginger mutant.

PS - watched the Hulk last night, has to be one of the most boring films I've seen in a long time. Takes itself far too seriously and is WAY too long in my humble opinion. But then again, it could have been simply due to my all-encompassing bad mood.

Ginger and proud

ANOTHER person today said that they'd swear I am not ginger but blonde. This is concerning, whilst I enjoy the freedom these blonde highlights provide me with - ie the ability to post my passport/boarding card in airport letterboxes and get away with it - I feel that I may be doing a dis-service to my fellow Gingers. We have to stick together and maintain the focus on our quest to take over the planet. I have to admit, on seeing photos of when I was at uni my hair has dramatically changed in colour, and not all of the change is due to artificial means. Perhaps the transgression from ginger to blonde is happening naturally, and I was simply fooled into thinking that by adding a few highlights I was actually in control of the whole process. My entire personality has been based on the carrottyness of my barnett, remove this and it could be fundamentally deconstructed. Like Samson without hair, Ant without Dec, Chandler without his third nipple. I'm stuffed.