Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Quiet bank holiday
Well it was! I stayed in on Friday - writing the novel on here, on Saturday I went into town to buy RR's birthday present. Not only had the shop I wanted to get the golfball inscriber ceased to exist but the web site attached to it has also gone - no success on a search either. He is currently presentless. Spent a very long time picking a general book on world religions - but learned a lot in the browsing! The one I got is exactly the right level for me judging by the 1st chapter read - Hindu. Also bought lots of 4cm to 1km maps with the rest of the booktokens from my bro for last Xmas.
Evening out for RRs birthday - Milos (pilo pooh) 1st - I have concluded that the trendy bars in the CornExchange end of town play their music just too loud to be able to hold a conversation easily because most of the clientele are not interesting enough to want to hold a conversation with. Unfortunately for me listening to music is not what Iola's do in company - they want to dance or talk (live music would be different of course). Some place beginning with E under the Corn Exchange was the next port of call. This time it really was dance volume but it was only 10pm, there were possibly half a doz people over 25 other than ourselves, and very few over 18, especially of the female persuasion. It was music I'd dance or exercise to but not chose to listen to but RR seemed very happy. SL organised the event and SL doesn't like the Think Tank so SL ensured we didn't go there. We went to Sandinstas at the other end of town, a pub open till 2 which played the same music as the Think Tank. Big plus - got to meet Dr Phil again, she who introduced me to blogs (see linkie to Kittenspajamas). She has changed her hair and I failed to recognise her ('cause she's a real person not with the head of a cat like on her blog) but that was rectified rapidly. No shock SL turned on the charm and made a hasty exit when he realised her husband was sat nearby.
SL came out with some classics - apparently reading someone's blog is a form of stalking. Someone's blog is only an opinion and therefore is less valid than having a discussion with them. Buying a book recommended on someone's blog is ridiculous, its' better to have a personal recommendation. I refrained from asking what element of people's conversation stops it being opinion, if he has never read a book review and bought a book on the basis of it and if he has never followed a newspaper columnist (which is pretty much like a blog to me). Probably because I know the answers to all these.
Sunday was a swim, a shop, "quality time" with chap, a walk, and a visit to EL (or is that ER, can't remember which surname she uses). She's having a cracking relationship breakdown - he's not the one but he's better than no one seems to me to be a good summary. Child 1 is being very horrible testing boundaries and displaying the same capacity for seeing the downside of life that his mother lives with. She would love to save him from himself but doesn't believe she can. She's probably right, she can only try to encourage him to develop the awareness and tools to deal with it. Parenting - it's a great thing to observe.
Monday was the destruction of the biggest ironing pile for one person since the beginning of time. Since when did I have all this stuff? Also the watching of "The journey" by Brendan Bays. A half hour sales pitch for the book and the other tape was a further half hour sales pitch for the book/seminars. I want to know how it differs from all the other complimentary therapies life reshaping programmes I've read so I'm currently highest bidder for a 2nd hand copy of the book on ebay. Chap managed to be so late setting off to come round to watch Dragnet (from 1987 and oh boy can you tell, I wouldn't have watched it all on my own, I think I did see it back then and liked it though) I ended up having to get him. I swear I have found someone who has the faff factor of my mother and my grandfather multiplied together.
We then went to see Dodge Ball. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0364725/It was fabulous! Of course if you don't like Ben Stiller (in that way that people love/hate Jim Carey I understand) you would probably hate it but I found it hysterical - Take a ridiculous idea (no not the bit about someone having a keep-fit business that continued to work despite no bills being paid for 30 years and suddenly they need $50,000 to not go under in 28 days) that There could be a $50,000 price for a dodge ball competition. Take a bunch of loosers who need said $50,000, and a '80s throwback keep fit boss who wants to destroy them. Shake it all up and see what you get. Mr Stiller really does play the part of an escape from "Perfect" (I think that's what it was, John Travolta and the woman who everyone thinks is so beautiful but I think looks like a man from that and Wanda) rather too well. I guess he's getting used to doing it now.
Evening out for RRs birthday - Milos (pilo pooh) 1st - I have concluded that the trendy bars in the CornExchange end of town play their music just too loud to be able to hold a conversation easily because most of the clientele are not interesting enough to want to hold a conversation with. Unfortunately for me listening to music is not what Iola's do in company - they want to dance or talk (live music would be different of course). Some place beginning with E under the Corn Exchange was the next port of call. This time it really was dance volume but it was only 10pm, there were possibly half a doz people over 25 other than ourselves, and very few over 18, especially of the female persuasion. It was music I'd dance or exercise to but not chose to listen to but RR seemed very happy. SL organised the event and SL doesn't like the Think Tank so SL ensured we didn't go there. We went to Sandinstas at the other end of town, a pub open till 2 which played the same music as the Think Tank. Big plus - got to meet Dr Phil again, she who introduced me to blogs (see linkie to Kittenspajamas). She has changed her hair and I failed to recognise her ('cause she's a real person not with the head of a cat like on her blog) but that was rectified rapidly. No shock SL turned on the charm and made a hasty exit when he realised her husband was sat nearby.
SL came out with some classics - apparently reading someone's blog is a form of stalking. Someone's blog is only an opinion and therefore is less valid than having a discussion with them. Buying a book recommended on someone's blog is ridiculous, its' better to have a personal recommendation. I refrained from asking what element of people's conversation stops it being opinion, if he has never read a book review and bought a book on the basis of it and if he has never followed a newspaper columnist (which is pretty much like a blog to me). Probably because I know the answers to all these.
Sunday was a swim, a shop, "quality time" with chap, a walk, and a visit to EL (or is that ER, can't remember which surname she uses). She's having a cracking relationship breakdown - he's not the one but he's better than no one seems to me to be a good summary. Child 1 is being very horrible testing boundaries and displaying the same capacity for seeing the downside of life that his mother lives with. She would love to save him from himself but doesn't believe she can. She's probably right, she can only try to encourage him to develop the awareness and tools to deal with it. Parenting - it's a great thing to observe.
Monday was the destruction of the biggest ironing pile for one person since the beginning of time. Since when did I have all this stuff? Also the watching of "The journey" by Brendan Bays. A half hour sales pitch for the book and the other tape was a further half hour sales pitch for the book/seminars. I want to know how it differs from all the other complimentary therapies life reshaping programmes I've read so I'm currently highest bidder for a 2nd hand copy of the book on ebay. Chap managed to be so late setting off to come round to watch Dragnet (from 1987 and oh boy can you tell, I wouldn't have watched it all on my own, I think I did see it back then and liked it though) I ended up having to get him. I swear I have found someone who has the faff factor of my mother and my grandfather multiplied together.
We then went to see Dodge Ball. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0364725/It was fabulous! Of course if you don't like Ben Stiller (in that way that people love/hate Jim Carey I understand) you would probably hate it but I found it hysterical - Take a ridiculous idea (no not the bit about someone having a keep-fit business that continued to work despite no bills being paid for 30 years and suddenly they need $50,000 to not go under in 28 days) that There could be a $50,000 price for a dodge ball competition. Take a bunch of loosers who need said $50,000, and a '80s throwback keep fit boss who wants to destroy them. Shake it all up and see what you get. Mr Stiller really does play the part of an escape from "Perfect" (I think that's what it was, John Travolta and the woman who everyone thinks is so beautiful but I think looks like a man from that and Wanda) rather too well. I guess he's getting used to doing it now.
Friday, August 27, 2004
water bubbling up under the bridge we had just driven over in Bude
Holiday part 2
Well lets try again - top tips don't run Kazaa whilst trying to enter a massive long blog as if it all crashes you think you saved your Blog as a draft - OH NO!
Anyway were was I? Monday the 16th I believe. Well we went to Minion on Bodmin moor for the morning and lovely views and Hurlers stone circle we saw as well as tin mines galor. Then we (unknowingly) followed the rain to the seaside, via Jamaica Inn (must read book at some point). We spotted the evidence of downpours but thought there had been a burst main where the policeman was directing us. We got to Tintagel and didn't go to the castle proper due to the rain, it eased, we went up the hill to the church, it hoofed it down and there was a fabulous thunderstorm. SI arranged to meet stalkerboy in a pub in Bude later, little did we know the valid reason to avoid the assignation.
About 5.30 we set off back home - the road through Boscastle. It was blocked. At this point roles were adopted - SI valiant driver, putting her car through deep water a specialty, Iola pool of calm and encouragement in the passenger seat, perusing map and making encouraging noises. Chap concerned in back seat, leaping out to investigate every hold up and queue. 3 or 4 queues later and a pool of water or 2 we hooked up with a lovely man in a blue van who decided to adopt us and lead us into the light. Sorry to the A39 (Atlantic highway). He inspired us to follow him through the deepest water possible without a flooded car (bless diesel, my car would have sooo died) and one at the main road we traveled forth. Then followed a detour. Came out early, were intrigued by what appeared to be a machine vacuuming the road. Intimidated by what was a ambulance base being set up for Boscastle. By this stage "concerned" from Leeds had called and we had heard that the car park we'd have been parked in if we had been running to time had been mega flooded and buildings were disappearing there.
We nearly got to Bude - but were turned back by policeman "did you see the canal?" yes "well you don't normally from here do you?" We had acquired some followers who believed in the power of SI to get us through. She went one way, had to turn around (tree and flood blocking the way) then we went another and were the last people across the bridge at Bude. We therefore drove up the hill, parked up and went to be ghouls. By the time we got home 20 mins later it was far too late for the dread date so it was postponed till Wednesday.
We were transfixed by the news channels for the rest of the evening - how close were we to having been in Boscastle? Only my thirst for castle prevented this (oh and the fact SI had been there a fortnight before)
Tuesday - chap had been rather poorly all night - bugs from the sea I suspect so SI and I went to Barnstable for the day. Significantly less eventful than the day before, pleasant day spent strolling around shops was had. On our return Chap was slightly further from deaths door ("haven't felt this ill since my appendix burst in Ikea") and a peaceful evening in front of the telly occurred, more news of Boscastle, we were becoming obsessed.
Wednesday -chap nearly mended, but SI said we really could stay another night so we decided to. Therefore went to meet her friends for lunch after a stroll along a clifftop so they could talk of babies and work and A level results coming out the next day. Mrs "I am queen bee now, I think you were queen bee, I will destroy you" behaved in a way towards SI so that I feel valid to call her this. Food was fab then we went off to Wadebridge for the afternoon. Pleasant stroll around a picturesque village and despite the sky's efforts to terrify us with the downpours there it was sunny and fine.
Returned to SIs house at Kilkhampton to a top tea and then out to dread date with Stalkerboy. Which it was. He was determined to talk maniacally across all of us. Every lead you threw him to link to SI on he blanked. After 1.5 hours he asked her "where are we going with this then?" about the date/relationship I know not... It transpired that the toilet every 15 mins wasn't drug taking but hernia related. Despite this we still spent the whole evening in his company - Tips for dating: talk with your date not at them. Remember what they say about themselves. If in a group remember this is called a safe environment for a first date NOT the Spanish inquisition.
Thursday: Alevel day SI left (go her! She got an A in English, and all her students passed their philosophy courses too) and we soon followed - off to Oakhampton, excellent castle, then on to Exeter. Lunch at the Met and then I had the mild version of Chap's illness (poor SI had the mid version, aggravated by the diabetics need to eat no matter what) I just felt supper bloaty and then the meal we had later never made it out of the restaurant, so sad, it was very tasty. Not so tasty 2nd time around, although Wild berries Sorbet is one of the least unpleasant things to throw up. We did have a nice stroll around Exeter with Dr AM who we were staying with. She was another lovely friend of Chap (I'm waiting, there must be some wanker friends somewhere) and we discovered we knew someone in common - Spike. She is super brainy which was quite alarming - in a league beyond Dr A (who I have yet to tell you about) and she's pretty far out there on the old research scientist/academic front.
Friday and it was time to return. SI was running late due to the stupidity of minions at the Drs she uses, prescriptions not being in the right place etc. We finally left Exeter at noon. Roadworks, then roadworks and rain then rain and heavy traffic all the way and then well rain/heavy traffic/roadworks sums up most of the next 8.5 hours to Leeds. We did all go insane at various times. We did manage not to kill each other. We did eye spy, 20 questions and convince ourselves that we were on the road to hell. We got back. We got to the pub. We were happy.
Anyway were was I? Monday the 16th I believe. Well we went to Minion on Bodmin moor for the morning and lovely views and Hurlers stone circle we saw as well as tin mines galor. Then we (unknowingly) followed the rain to the seaside, via Jamaica Inn (must read book at some point). We spotted the evidence of downpours but thought there had been a burst main where the policeman was directing us. We got to Tintagel and didn't go to the castle proper due to the rain, it eased, we went up the hill to the church, it hoofed it down and there was a fabulous thunderstorm. SI arranged to meet stalkerboy in a pub in Bude later, little did we know the valid reason to avoid the assignation.
About 5.30 we set off back home - the road through Boscastle. It was blocked. At this point roles were adopted - SI valiant driver, putting her car through deep water a specialty, Iola pool of calm and encouragement in the passenger seat, perusing map and making encouraging noises. Chap concerned in back seat, leaping out to investigate every hold up and queue. 3 or 4 queues later and a pool of water or 2 we hooked up with a lovely man in a blue van who decided to adopt us and lead us into the light. Sorry to the A39 (Atlantic highway). He inspired us to follow him through the deepest water possible without a flooded car (bless diesel, my car would have sooo died) and one at the main road we traveled forth. Then followed a detour. Came out early, were intrigued by what appeared to be a machine vacuuming the road. Intimidated by what was a ambulance base being set up for Boscastle. By this stage "concerned" from Leeds had called and we had heard that the car park we'd have been parked in if we had been running to time had been mega flooded and buildings were disappearing there.
We nearly got to Bude - but were turned back by policeman "did you see the canal?" yes "well you don't normally from here do you?" We had acquired some followers who believed in the power of SI to get us through. She went one way, had to turn around (tree and flood blocking the way) then we went another and were the last people across the bridge at Bude. We therefore drove up the hill, parked up and went to be ghouls. By the time we got home 20 mins later it was far too late for the dread date so it was postponed till Wednesday.
We were transfixed by the news channels for the rest of the evening - how close were we to having been in Boscastle? Only my thirst for castle prevented this (oh and the fact SI had been there a fortnight before)
Tuesday - chap had been rather poorly all night - bugs from the sea I suspect so SI and I went to Barnstable for the day. Significantly less eventful than the day before, pleasant day spent strolling around shops was had. On our return Chap was slightly further from deaths door ("haven't felt this ill since my appendix burst in Ikea") and a peaceful evening in front of the telly occurred, more news of Boscastle, we were becoming obsessed.
Wednesday -chap nearly mended, but SI said we really could stay another night so we decided to. Therefore went to meet her friends for lunch after a stroll along a clifftop so they could talk of babies and work and A level results coming out the next day. Mrs "I am queen bee now, I think you were queen bee, I will destroy you" behaved in a way towards SI so that I feel valid to call her this. Food was fab then we went off to Wadebridge for the afternoon. Pleasant stroll around a picturesque village and despite the sky's efforts to terrify us with the downpours there it was sunny and fine.
Returned to SIs house at Kilkhampton to a top tea and then out to dread date with Stalkerboy. Which it was. He was determined to talk maniacally across all of us. Every lead you threw him to link to SI on he blanked. After 1.5 hours he asked her "where are we going with this then?" about the date/relationship I know not... It transpired that the toilet every 15 mins wasn't drug taking but hernia related. Despite this we still spent the whole evening in his company - Tips for dating: talk with your date not at them. Remember what they say about themselves. If in a group remember this is called a safe environment for a first date NOT the Spanish inquisition.
Thursday: Alevel day SI left (go her! She got an A in English, and all her students passed their philosophy courses too) and we soon followed - off to Oakhampton, excellent castle, then on to Exeter. Lunch at the Met and then I had the mild version of Chap's illness (poor SI had the mid version, aggravated by the diabetics need to eat no matter what) I just felt supper bloaty and then the meal we had later never made it out of the restaurant, so sad, it was very tasty. Not so tasty 2nd time around, although Wild berries Sorbet is one of the least unpleasant things to throw up. We did have a nice stroll around Exeter with Dr AM who we were staying with. She was another lovely friend of Chap (I'm waiting, there must be some wanker friends somewhere) and we discovered we knew someone in common - Spike. She is super brainy which was quite alarming - in a league beyond Dr A (who I have yet to tell you about) and she's pretty far out there on the old research scientist/academic front.
Friday and it was time to return. SI was running late due to the stupidity of minions at the Drs she uses, prescriptions not being in the right place etc. We finally left Exeter at noon. Roadworks, then roadworks and rain then rain and heavy traffic all the way and then well rain/heavy traffic/roadworks sums up most of the next 8.5 hours to Leeds. We did all go insane at various times. We did manage not to kill each other. We did eye spy, 20 questions and convince ourselves that we were on the road to hell. We got back. We got to the pub. We were happy.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Holiday part 1
Well it has to be part 1 as the idea of writing this up in a one-er is scary. Lets see how far I can get...
Friday 13th August - set off on travels later than planned, traffic on M1 was truly Friday on the M1 all the way to Birmingham. The wedding we were attending at 3 started at 3.10, we arrived at 3.15. The world's most officious photographer ejected us from the building (glorious Tudor hall, relocated to be a part of Mr Cadburies village for his employees) therefore the nice curator people let us watch it all on the CCTV. We got a top view of the whole process (missed the vows but they looked all lovely) from face on, not the usual audience view and therefore didn't feel too left out. As I'd suspected didn't know anyone else at the wedding so felt had made the best choice to be at the ceremony not the "do". Officious photographer made his presence felt for another hour before all moved onto the next event. Chap and I stayed and looked around the premises, will try to find details and amend.
Friday evening - ploughed on to Bristol (chap's birth town) to spend evening with one of Chap's oldest friends. Lovely bloke, lovely missis. Half way through the evening his Missis went out for a walk. 20 mins later she hadn't reappeared. Transpires they split up 3 months ago but didn't want to burden it on us so had decided to not tell us but I'm guessing (since the relationship started in an affair) there may be an affair involved. She didn't reappear again. Saturday morning passed the time of day and eventually headed off to some other friends of chap. Friends from uni days who happened to have settled in this town.
SnV are another lovely couple, S works for regional office of the same organisation as me and is not having a fun time. Not having to explain want our org does but being able to blether about work related stuff seemed to go down well. Had a most sociable afternoon, inevitable late departure meant late arrival at SIs near Bude that evening.
Chap navigates in a seriously Y chromosome way: If he isn't certain of giving correct direction gets somewhat agitated but doesn't seem to look ahead as much as his preferred directing style requires. My "hey if you go wrong you're in a car, you can turn around and try again" approach doesn't relate too well to the agitation levels. I find it somewhat bizarre finding myself as driver calming down the person giving directions. No doubt I'll get used to it. At least he's not like the w***r who used to yell at me for not being certain of the next turn every time when I directed them leaving me terrified of giving directions for the next 10 years, and still somewhat wary of navigating for male drivers.
Anyway I digress. Arrived at SIs near Bude, chit chat (I've met this lady 2/3 times, not sure what she makes of me, so somewhat nervous as is a highly valued friend of chap) then tea then off out to see the bright lights of Bude for the evening with a couple from the village and other friends of theirs. Usual Pub, dubious small town club (called Kasbars, enough said). I sort of felt like I was at a youth club disco or 16 and in Joannas in Elgin again or perhaps a smaller version of the Bradbury Club in Chesterfield after all these years. Classic cattle market layout - dancefloor one end, bar the other, space for standing and eyeing up the meat in between. Never the less we survived intact and SI shared phone numbers with a fine looking specimen of humanity.
Sunday - sunny! We thought perhaps we may have a moderately dry holiday. Just in case it was not to be we decided today was the day to go to the beach, splash in the sea, play Frisbee and chill on the sand. Chap frolicked in the waves, SI nursed hangover, I did chillin' without soaking as is my preference (sea water - cold should remain below knee level, waves = risk of water up nose, in eyes, discomfort and drowning panic, not to my taste). Evening was spent in Scrummies - very aptly named restaurant in Bude - with friends and colleagues of SIs. I got to get my supper bitch comments out later when asked to guess one persons age - facially she's 10 years younger but there comes an age when the tan induced wrinkling of a well endowed cleavage will give away the truth and it was most definitely on display that evening. Any guilt I felt that evening was dissipated when she was seen in true "I'm new queen bee and I'm going to cut you out of the group" mode later in the week. Slight cloud over the day as 7 phonecalls were received from the fine looking specimen of manhood from previous evening (the glories of voicemail). He shall now be known as Stalkerboy.
Friday 13th August - set off on travels later than planned, traffic on M1 was truly Friday on the M1 all the way to Birmingham. The wedding we were attending at 3 started at 3.10, we arrived at 3.15. The world's most officious photographer ejected us from the building (glorious Tudor hall, relocated to be a part of Mr Cadburies village for his employees) therefore the nice curator people let us watch it all on the CCTV. We got a top view of the whole process (missed the vows but they looked all lovely) from face on, not the usual audience view and therefore didn't feel too left out. As I'd suspected didn't know anyone else at the wedding so felt had made the best choice to be at the ceremony not the "do". Officious photographer made his presence felt for another hour before all moved onto the next event. Chap and I stayed and looked around the premises, will try to find details and amend.
Friday evening - ploughed on to Bristol (chap's birth town) to spend evening with one of Chap's oldest friends. Lovely bloke, lovely missis. Half way through the evening his Missis went out for a walk. 20 mins later she hadn't reappeared. Transpires they split up 3 months ago but didn't want to burden it on us so had decided to not tell us but I'm guessing (since the relationship started in an affair) there may be an affair involved. She didn't reappear again. Saturday morning passed the time of day and eventually headed off to some other friends of chap. Friends from uni days who happened to have settled in this town.
SnV are another lovely couple, S works for regional office of the same organisation as me and is not having a fun time. Not having to explain want our org does but being able to blether about work related stuff seemed to go down well. Had a most sociable afternoon, inevitable late departure meant late arrival at SIs near Bude that evening.
Chap navigates in a seriously Y chromosome way: If he isn't certain of giving correct direction gets somewhat agitated but doesn't seem to look ahead as much as his preferred directing style requires. My "hey if you go wrong you're in a car, you can turn around and try again" approach doesn't relate too well to the agitation levels. I find it somewhat bizarre finding myself as driver calming down the person giving directions. No doubt I'll get used to it. At least he's not like the w***r who used to yell at me for not being certain of the next turn every time when I directed them leaving me terrified of giving directions for the next 10 years, and still somewhat wary of navigating for male drivers.
Anyway I digress. Arrived at SIs near Bude, chit chat (I've met this lady 2/3 times, not sure what she makes of me, so somewhat nervous as is a highly valued friend of chap) then tea then off out to see the bright lights of Bude for the evening with a couple from the village and other friends of theirs. Usual Pub, dubious small town club (called Kasbars, enough said). I sort of felt like I was at a youth club disco or 16 and in Joannas in Elgin again or perhaps a smaller version of the Bradbury Club in Chesterfield after all these years. Classic cattle market layout - dancefloor one end, bar the other, space for standing and eyeing up the meat in between. Never the less we survived intact and SI shared phone numbers with a fine looking specimen of humanity.
Sunday - sunny! We thought perhaps we may have a moderately dry holiday. Just in case it was not to be we decided today was the day to go to the beach, splash in the sea, play Frisbee and chill on the sand. Chap frolicked in the waves, SI nursed hangover, I did chillin' without soaking as is my preference (sea water - cold should remain below knee level, waves = risk of water up nose, in eyes, discomfort and drowning panic, not to my taste). Evening was spent in Scrummies - very aptly named restaurant in Bude - with friends and colleagues of SIs. I got to get my supper bitch comments out later when asked to guess one persons age - facially she's 10 years younger but there comes an age when the tan induced wrinkling of a well endowed cleavage will give away the truth and it was most definitely on display that evening. Any guilt I felt that evening was dissipated when she was seen in true "I'm new queen bee and I'm going to cut you out of the group" mode later in the week. Slight cloud over the day as 7 phonecalls were received from the fine looking specimen of manhood from previous evening (the glories of voicemail). He shall now be known as Stalkerboy.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
lazy
one week on and I've done
a weekend in cambridge - very hot, fun, familiar in that "i visited this 20 years ago and it hasn't really changed" kind of way
not a lot else
a weekend in cambridge - very hot, fun, familiar in that "i visited this 20 years ago and it hasn't really changed" kind of way
not a lot else
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Post dinner party
Well it all went fine. You can't really go wrong with chicken, new potatoes, salad and ice-cream. OK you can't really go wrong with ice-cream, the rest depends on the audience. Have, in light of the contents of the evening, had to add to an email (randomly) to the chap with the information:
"If you ever ever decide you do want kids, sit me down, explain the situation to me as nicely as you can, walk out the door and never come back. Lovely as my friends can be, and entertaining as J is to play with play dough with, when people look as confused as SP did when you say "yes it's true,most people do have children and GOOD otherwise people like me couldn't afford the luxury of being only an auntie" then you know minds are never going to truly meet again. Of course if the hormones get me and I make that decision I respect you enough to do the same in return".
I feel this is fair. People who do and people who don't just have to accept their differences. As a person who doesn't (although I accept this could change, whilst feeling it's currently unlikely), it really annoys me when others who don't want kids are all "blah blah blah kids =evil" do they not understand without people wanting children they will be the last of their species? There will be no one to invent interesting things for them to do/complain about when they are old. (Hmm you just know the "blah blah blah kids =evil"kind of people are not going to do much but complain when they are old... Am I a little harsh?)
"If you ever ever decide you do want kids, sit me down, explain the situation to me as nicely as you can, walk out the door and never come back. Lovely as my friends can be, and entertaining as J is to play with play dough with, when people look as confused as SP did when you say "yes it's true,most people do have children and GOOD otherwise people like me couldn't afford the luxury of being only an auntie" then you know minds are never going to truly meet again. Of course if the hormones get me and I make that decision I respect you enough to do the same in return".
I feel this is fair. People who do and people who don't just have to accept their differences. As a person who doesn't (although I accept this could change, whilst feeling it's currently unlikely), it really annoys me when others who don't want kids are all "blah blah blah kids =evil" do they not understand without people wanting children they will be the last of their species? There will be no one to invent interesting things for them to do/complain about when they are old. (Hmm you just know the "blah blah blah kids =evil"kind of people are not going to do much but complain when they are old... Am I a little harsh?)
dinner
Why does inviting people for dinner seem such a good idea when you do it and then as the time approaches you realise what a crazy error you made - espcially as the party grows to include friends kids then grandmas ... Oh I feel a chaos coming on...
Monday, August 02, 2004
Phew!
Well the whole laundry thing has been forgiven - as it was a one off, I fessed up as soon as I collected the chap from the train station. Slightly more freaky is that I was told to keep the front door key - now I'm sure I remember a whole "it'll be a long time before you can keep that" comments when one was lent to me to let myself out one day only a month or so ago. I'm not fazed, oh no, I can take these things in my stride honest gov...
The full extent of my misbehaviour when drunk at the party in London on 10th July has been revealed - apparently I was being insistent about something, what a shock;-), that I know nothing about. Obviously the person who told the chap I was being insistent won't have known I know nothing about his live journal but it sounds par for the course. (ie I was being insistent about something to do with live journal - I've not seen it, I've looked at live journal and don't see much difference with that and this - beyond my inability to follow their threads. I remember being disconcerted when chap informed me that people at this party may know of me through his live journal, at that stage I'd assumed I was invisible on it as he was on mine, however he does the initials thing for all). I can generally be relied upon to make a fool of myself when left in the company of too much alcohol but in such a way that it doesn't really distress me too much when sober. Long gone are the embarrassing scenes of my early 20s I hope! The hideous hangovers and post booze blues mean that the older I get the less I drink which is probably for the best for all concerned. The level of cheer this weekend which was virtually alcohol free means that I'm tempted to give up on booze virtually altogether, accept that the legacy of being off sick with stress nearly 3 years ago is the booze blues and become a connoisseur of soft drinks and expert in being the chauffeur.
The full extent of my misbehaviour when drunk at the party in London on 10th July has been revealed - apparently I was being insistent about something, what a shock;-), that I know nothing about. Obviously the person who told the chap I was being insistent won't have known I know nothing about his live journal but it sounds par for the course. (ie I was being insistent about something to do with live journal - I've not seen it, I've looked at live journal and don't see much difference with that and this - beyond my inability to follow their threads. I remember being disconcerted when chap informed me that people at this party may know of me through his live journal, at that stage I'd assumed I was invisible on it as he was on mine, however he does the initials thing for all). I can generally be relied upon to make a fool of myself when left in the company of too much alcohol but in such a way that it doesn't really distress me too much when sober. Long gone are the embarrassing scenes of my early 20s I hope! The hideous hangovers and post booze blues mean that the older I get the less I drink which is probably for the best for all concerned. The level of cheer this weekend which was virtually alcohol free means that I'm tempted to give up on booze virtually altogether, accept that the legacy of being off sick with stress nearly 3 years ago is the booze blues and become a connoisseur of soft drinks and expert in being the chauffeur.
