I love Buddy Holly. I can still recall the moment when I was at a Buddy concert and I got thrown the actor's plectrum...absolutely delighted I was, until some older girl next to me nicked it off me. I will never be able to count how many tears I cried on the coach back, I loved that pick, and that concert. Still 'raving on' to this day, Buddy will never leave my track list!
Today was a mixed day, I seem to have involuntarily adopted the role of receptionist as well as negotiator, and of course washer-upper of disgusting teaspoons left for days in the sink. Our beloved, and ever so slightly eccentric secretary is off on holiday this week, and as my manager (as competent as he is) is as organised as Gordon Brown, he has managed to plonk all of her work onto my desk. This I am not amused by, but seeing as I am bored out of my brain most days, the added work is actually of interest to me! Now I know I'm in trouble.
Bedtime now, for once this week, I would like to have an uninterrupted night's sleep, seeing as the birds get up at 2am where I live, so sleeping with the window is not an option. Wish me luck...goodnight all!
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Fingers and Toes
.....crossed.
I am praying for a few things to happen soon.
Firstly, I would LOVE my sister who is a brilliant, yet often disturbing, writer to get published. I have not read the entirety of her book, but I have read and heard enough to know it's better than some of the crap I choose at the airport last minute. Therefore, it has to be published, so I am hoping with all my might that it does.
Secondly, I am hoping to either sell a dozen houses in the next couple of months or find a new job that will actually accept and pay me lots of money. Well, I don't want lots of money, just enough so I don't wince at spending 500 quid on a handbag...so I guess that's about 60k a year then! As egotistical as I am, even I don't think I am worth that much. 40k would be nice though...I'll keep dreaming.
Thirdly, and certainly not lastly, I am praying that my adorable parents get planning permission on their house. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Guildford Borough Council, don't be miserable bastards, say yes! you know you want to!
Aside from the above, my life has not been too bad at all lately, furniture for 2nd bedroom is arriving on Wednesday, hurrah! Very excited about this...I can finally fit all three of my computers/macs on one desk. And my boyfriend is being extra specially nice to me, took me out for a much needed dinner last night. Fajitas by the lake, yum, of course with wine, just a simple Chablis, yum. Couldn't manage pudding, although I did come home and succumb to a Snickers ice cream.
Most random thing I heard today:
That my colleague has a poltergeist living in his house who proceeded to punch him in the face in the middle of last night and then throw him across the room resulting in an immaculately cut foot. Freaky stuff.
Most important chore of the day (which has still not been done):
Ironing...still. I really really really hate it.
Best song tonight:
I am praying for a few things to happen soon.
Firstly, I would LOVE my sister who is a brilliant, yet often disturbing, writer to get published. I have not read the entirety of her book, but I have read and heard enough to know it's better than some of the crap I choose at the airport last minute. Therefore, it has to be published, so I am hoping with all my might that it does.
Secondly, I am hoping to either sell a dozen houses in the next couple of months or find a new job that will actually accept and pay me lots of money. Well, I don't want lots of money, just enough so I don't wince at spending 500 quid on a handbag...so I guess that's about 60k a year then! As egotistical as I am, even I don't think I am worth that much. 40k would be nice though...I'll keep dreaming.
Thirdly, and certainly not lastly, I am praying that my adorable parents get planning permission on their house. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Guildford Borough Council, don't be miserable bastards, say yes! you know you want to!
Aside from the above, my life has not been too bad at all lately, furniture for 2nd bedroom is arriving on Wednesday, hurrah! Very excited about this...I can finally fit all three of my computers/macs on one desk. And my boyfriend is being extra specially nice to me, took me out for a much needed dinner last night. Fajitas by the lake, yum, of course with wine, just a simple Chablis, yum. Couldn't manage pudding, although I did come home and succumb to a Snickers ice cream.
Most random thing I heard today:
That my colleague has a poltergeist living in his house who proceeded to punch him in the face in the middle of last night and then throw him across the room resulting in an immaculately cut foot. Freaky stuff.
Most important chore of the day (which has still not been done):
Ironing...still. I really really really hate it.
Best song tonight:
Monday, 9 June 2008
Rambling
What's red and invisible?
No tomatoes.
What's brown and sticky?
A stick.
What's orange and streaky?
Me.
I thought seeing as I only go out once a year, that I ought to make the effort to look as though I have been making the most of the Sun this week... so out came the 'never been used' fake tan. Nice move Soph. Last Christmas my Grandad kindly bought me some sachets of 'mitt applied' fake tan, despite the fact I asked for Gucci Envy perfume...(but then he is 95 so I'll give him some credit) and on Saturday evening I thought I would give them a go. Little did I know that the stuff dries in about 10 secs and you can't even see where its bloody been applied to, so I thought oh well sod it, I'll just go out and hopefully it will start to show later....THANK THE LORD it didn't. After smelling of biscuits all night, (and not the desired Marc Jacob's Daisy), I got slightly pissed off that I was as white as china plate when I left the party. Only to discover on Sunday morning that I looked like I was doing a promotion for Orange. A bad one, where I'd forgotten half the outfit. In mad desperation and realising it was 25 degrees outside- therefore there was no way I could cover up in jeans all day, I called my mother. 'Get scrubbing!' she said almost offering to come over with some exfoliating lotion bless her. (She had had a similar episode with her feet after overdosing on Johnson's Holiday Skin.) And so I did, 25 minutes I was in the shower, until I no longer looked orange, more red raw instead.
Anyway, it didn't do the trick as today I saw three people looking at my Mark Rothko effect arm as if to say, 'Jesus, you screwed up the fake tan a bit love didn't you?' Yes, well I hold my hands up, I did, and I shall now be pasty forever more.
Housing market is still shite, in fact getting worse by the hour, I keep praying that one of these days I'll sell 3 houses in a row like the old days, instead it's an impossible job just to keep the damn existing ones together. Hey ho, life is tough sometimes I suppose. Better dig that CV out...
As usual my gardening cheered me up no end this weekend and I have some fabulous new plants to show for my giddiness. I should be drinking myself into a stupor considering how poor I am 
but instead I am cooing over the rabbits and pruning my beloved specimens. Golf tomorrow, yay! Mid-life crisis in your mid-twenties...is that possible?
but instead I am cooing over the rabbits and pruning my beloved specimens. Golf tomorrow, yay! Mid-life crisis in your mid-twenties...is that possible?Tuesday, 3 June 2008
Much Ado About Nothing
Well, not to me it is...but then I'm probably the only person who reads this!
Starting the evening off a bit tipsy on my favourite Chilean White wine, has provoked some thoughts (as usual). Have had a busy weekend of travelling, firstly to Whitton, then to Hampton, then to Clapham, then to Croydon. Phew! what a lot of expensive petrol. Not forgetting work in between.
My journey started in Whitton, as I became a Godmother. Wow, feel quite special knowing I am in charge (so long as I barge the other two out the way) if anything happened to my lovely Helena, problem is I will have to steal Livi (my should-have-been goddaughter) too. But hopefully things will never come to that and I can go on giving Jack Paul Anthony Weedon as many kisses and cuddles as possible, at least until he's 13 and is too cool for that! Hampton brought about the much wanted/awaited incredible snacks that Helena's Mum provided. My gosh I stuffed myself this weekend. Sunday then lead onto Sarah's Birthday Lunner (Lunch/Dinner). 3pm she said to get there....3pm. So, I hoick myself onto a disgustingly skanky train up to Clapham, wander around like a loitering tourist taking photos of 'cool London people' only to find myself 10 minutes early at the table laid for 20 people. With one person sat there, looking desperately around her. Woohoo! I'm not late, nor am I the last, better still I am the 2nd therefore get prime position in the middle of the table - nothing worse than being the last to arrive as well as the most ignored at the end. After two glasses of Pinot Sarah the Birthday finally arrives, along with the rest of the crew. I made my muffled apologies for not bringing a present, and she laughed it off as though my presents were crap anyway, and we FINALLY ate the lunch/dinner/tea/midnight snack/whatever at 5.30pm... having no time to go back to hers for cake, I slumped off on the train home, pissed as a fart with only a bacon sandwich from 11 o clock, and half a spaghetti carbonara inside me.
So, Monday comes round and its the same, ever depressing morning where no offers come in, yet still plenty of buyers tease you with 'oh yeah I really liked it, but I'm seeing a few others then I may come back for a 2nd look'. Like hell you will. Why don't you just be honest and tell me the goddamn garden was too small, or the neighbour looked like someone off Shameless, or the pylon in the garden was concerning you since seeing the owner. Hmmm, this then resulted in a typical 'Sophie you have no money and need to sell at least 15 houses this month to get back on track, so why don't you cheer yourself and go to Ikea and blow whatever you can on your credit card' kind of moment. This in mind, I dragged my poor long suffering boyfriend down to Ikea and back, only realising too soon that my Mini One was not going to fit a desk and/or bookcase in it, so we came back with a door mat and a perspex box. Not forgetting of course the all important wine rack, which will no doubt sit on the side for a year until I bother to get the screws to fix it up with.
Here endth the first lesson, listening to Magic Carpet Ride finishing the dregs of a pricey wine that once again, you promised yourself you wouldn't buy, seeing as you had no money.
Song of the weekend:
Heartbroken, T2
Nicest thing I ate:
Wine, oh sorry, chocolate pudding from M&S tonight.
Daftest thing I did:
Spent 500 quid on my credit card on furniture.
Best song I'm listening to tonight
Starting the evening off a bit tipsy on my favourite Chilean White wine, has provoked some thoughts (as usual). Have had a busy weekend of travelling, firstly to Whitton, then to Hampton, then to Clapham, then to Croydon. Phew! what a lot of expensive petrol. Not forgetting work in between.
My journey started in Whitton, as I became a Godmother. Wow, feel quite special knowing I am in charge (so long as I barge the other two out the way) if anything happened to my lovely Helena, problem is I will have to steal Livi (my should-have-been goddaughter) too. But hopefully things will never come to that and I can go on giving Jack Paul Anthony Weedon as many kisses and cuddles as possible, at least until he's 13 and is too cool for that! Hampton brought about the much wanted/awaited incredible snacks that Helena's Mum provided. My gosh I stuffed myself this weekend. Sunday then lead onto Sarah's Birthday Lunner (Lunch/Dinner). 3pm she said to get there....3pm. So, I hoick myself onto a disgustingly skanky train up to Clapham, wander around like a loitering tourist taking photos of 'cool London people' only to find myself 10 minutes early at the table laid for 20 people. With one person sat there, looking desperately around her. Woohoo! I'm not late, nor am I the last, better still I am the 2nd therefore get prime position in the middle of the table - nothing worse than being the last to arrive as well as the most ignored at the end. After two glasses of Pinot Sarah the Birthday finally arrives, along with the rest of the crew. I made my muffled apologies for not bringing a present, and she laughed it off as though my presents were crap anyway, and we FINALLY ate the lunch/dinner/tea/midnight snack/whatever at 5.30pm... having no time to go back to hers for cake, I slumped off on the train home, pissed as a fart with only a bacon sandwich from 11 o clock, and half a spaghetti carbonara inside me.
So, Monday comes round and its the same, ever depressing morning where no offers come in, yet still plenty of buyers tease you with 'oh yeah I really liked it, but I'm seeing a few others then I may come back for a 2nd look'. Like hell you will. Why don't you just be honest and tell me the goddamn garden was too small, or the neighbour looked like someone off Shameless, or the pylon in the garden was concerning you since seeing the owner. Hmmm, this then resulted in a typical 'Sophie you have no money and need to sell at least 15 houses this month to get back on track, so why don't you cheer yourself and go to Ikea and blow whatever you can on your credit card' kind of moment. This in mind, I dragged my poor long suffering boyfriend down to Ikea and back, only realising too soon that my Mini One was not going to fit a desk and/or bookcase in it, so we came back with a door mat and a perspex box. Not forgetting of course the all important wine rack, which will no doubt sit on the side for a year until I bother to get the screws to fix it up with.
Here endth the first lesson, listening to Magic Carpet Ride finishing the dregs of a pricey wine that once again, you promised yourself you wouldn't buy, seeing as you had no money.
Song of the weekend:
Heartbroken, T2
Nicest thing I ate:
Wine, oh sorry, chocolate pudding from M&S tonight.
Daftest thing I did:
Spent 500 quid on my credit card on furniture.
Best song I'm listening to tonight
Saturday, 31 May 2008
Friday, 30 May 2008
Bulbous Builders
No, I do not wish to see your kebab-filled gut. Nor do I take pleasure in viewing your behind. Just dress properly and get on with the job.
Outside my office, is a parade of 'work'men, (although this is debatable) who since 9 o clock this morning (quite an impressive early start for them) have been digging up the car park generating the most noise possible. This is not a good start to a Friday with a hangover. After the digging concluded, one perverted looking chap came careering round the corner in the stereotypical white van with the driver side door wide open blaring out what one can only describe as 80's House music. He hopped out of the van, sidled over towards his colleague and lit a cigarette. Smoking near a gas work site, is not such a great idea you may think, but what really got me was the fact he left the bloody door open and turned the music up! Having to repeat myself to the world's most irritable vendor was not a moment I shall cherish, so thanks very much British Gas, for employing the world's most inconsiderable bastards to do your work for you.
Outside my office, is a parade of 'work'men, (although this is debatable) who since 9 o clock this morning (quite an impressive early start for them) have been digging up the car park generating the most noise possible. This is not a good start to a Friday with a hangover. After the digging concluded, one perverted looking chap came careering round the corner in the stereotypical white van with the driver side door wide open blaring out what one can only describe as 80's House music. He hopped out of the van, sidled over towards his colleague and lit a cigarette. Smoking near a gas work site, is not such a great idea you may think, but what really got me was the fact he left the bloody door open and turned the music up! Having to repeat myself to the world's most irritable vendor was not a moment I shall cherish, so thanks very much British Gas, for employing the world's most inconsiderable bastards to do your work for you.
Thursday, 29 May 2008
Uninvited
2008 has so far proved to be a pretty rubbishy financial year, and I don't just mean for me. This fact mustn't be overlooked though so lightly however, because for the first time in my life, I feel as though I have been 'credit-crunched'. No, I am not exaggerating, I am completely and utterly 100% skint as a bint. I think there are sprinkler manufacturers on more money than me. The weather is, pardon my french...shit. And so is the Great British Economy. I vote we all just run off to Spain, seems nice enough there. Sun is out more at least.
I am feeling rather philosophical at present, I can't turn a page in the Daily Mail (delivered to work for free) most days without hearing that one in 10 of our children will be killed or seriously injured, or that some woman has jumped off a cliff leaving her child behind as she is 'depressed', or that Gordon Brown has yet again, cocked everything up. It seems that everyone in Britain knows that our attitudes towards burglars getting compensation for a broken leg from falling through roofs (in an attempt to rob some poor schmuck's house) are a load of bollocks and that quite frankly this country has gone completely mental, everyone it seems, apart from the bloody idiots that 'run' this country. I think a 5 year old with an IQ of 50 has more sense than this government. Well quite honestly, sort it out PM, and the rest of you, cos I can't afford my mortgage unless you get your banks to lower their interest rates and stop profiteering, and lower the goddamn fuel rates and food bills. I am poor! and this situation I am in now, is rather, well uninvited.
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