tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62516603739825822112011-12-09T17:10:02.744ZL'Wrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04359618198223568305noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6251660373982582211.post-5666668565266629072010-08-26T00:03:00.003+01:002010-08-26T00:15:30.379+01:00

Wow. It's been a while since the last one. Quick recap on the year and a half that have flown by...- Got an iphone which now is never out of my hand for twenty minutes- Moved to North London which, as I fully suspected, is full of drug dealers, crack whores and fried chicken shops.- Seen a few friends get married, have babies and move out of London.- One of the BFF's has bucked the trend and

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My lovely friend Liz is getting married soon and I'm heading up to Newcastle for her hen weekend this Friday. We're putting together a book for her and I've been trying to write something to put in there. The only thing that I can think of is lists, and this is what I've got so far. I never realised how difficult it is to write something meaningful without sounding cheesy and trite.What can I say

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That's nice. Poke the infected eye then touch the other one.There are some nice looking boys...and beer. This is a good Friday night entertainment.Swyddfa!!! One ginger on the train half tipsy!Glasto was amazing just wish I had started going earlier. Def going next year. Failed dramatically with the she pee.Pants. Can you cut off a bit of his hair for me as a keepsake?I want to go home and boil

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My evening meal tonight consisted of a tin of sardines eaten straight out of the tin whilst standing over the cooker waiting for a pan of water to boil. The pan of water was for steaming some broccoli that I needed to eat before it started to turn yellow. A balanced and nutritious meal if ever I saw one. I have friends who are dropping sprogs all over the place, and bringing new human life into

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So the new football season has started. I wouldn’t normally care, but last season I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so I joined in the Fantasy Football shenanigans and entered my own team. To my horror, I found that I actually really enjoyed it. There’s something about trying to second guess what’s going to happen in games and gloating over mates when you manage to move ahead of them in

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I found out yesterday that a friend had a fatal accident last week. It's thrown me into a state of shock and I can't stop myself thinking about it.People die, I know this. It's a fact of life and the ultimate, unavoidable ending. But this happens to old people. Grandmothers and grandfathers. Elderly friends of my parents. People who have lived their lives and have the crows feet and stuffed photo

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I’m marking this day in the diary for future reference. This could go down in history as a day to remember. After years and years of waiting, the ‘rents are finally getting to meet one of their daughter’s man friends. Sis#3 has bitten the bullet and decided to let the ‘rents and man-friend battle it out over a few bowls of sticky rice and miniscule cups of jasmine tea, whilst we all watch with

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Making it to the gym two days in a rowHearing someone singing along to Shakira in the showers at the gymMy flatmate who has totally blitzed our flat after we’ve been living in squalor for the past few monthsReceiving an x at the end of a text from BoyReceiving an unexpected phone call from a friend who I haven’t heard from in a long timeDiscovering the

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Dear XI had a very strange and intense conversation with someone last night that's been playing on my mind a lot and I wanted to talk to you about it.I hope you don't mind. Feel free to delete it if it's too weird.I was told that I had upset and offended someone with my constant sarcasm and mean (but probably very witty!) comments. To the point where he was actually considering cutting off all

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This weekend was a rather pleasant one as weekends go. It could have been due to the weather being fricking glorious and it finally feeling like summer. It could have been due to the fact that it was the first weekend in ages where I didn’t have to log onto a computer and do any work. But it probably has most to do with the fact that my girls were in town! Yep, the holy trinity came together once

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It's a lazy sunday afternoon, and I'm trying to put off doing some work, so I'm compiling some lists to pass the time. I'll try and spread them out over the next few days to make it a bit more interesting. First up, is a list of stuff I'd like to do at some point in my life. No, it's not a replacement todo - I won't feel a sense of failure should I never get round to doing these things. It's just

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I heart the ghettoTuesday morning: I wake up late, but it’s ok as I only live 2 minutes from the tube station. I don't heart the ghettoTuesday morning: I step out the front door and have to walk down the road avoiding the discarded chicken bones and empty beer cans that are littered across the street. I heart the ghettoTuesday morning: some random stranger stops me outside the station

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I've been listening non-stop to Los Campesinos! recently and as well as having the most gorgeous melodies in the whole wide universe, their lyrics are also to die for. I've posted some of them here to give you just a taster, but seriously, you need to check them out for yourself. They're Lush. With a capital L.My year in lists:You said "send me stationary to make me horny"So I always write you

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As a child, one of the things that we'd love to do in the summer was go strawberry picking. We'd all pile into the car with our own little plastic baskets and head off to the Yorkshire contryside to spend an hour or so trying not to get told off by some grumpy farmer for trampling all over his precious crops. We'd come back home tired, with red stains all over our t-shirts and knees and with

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Yesterday, I was alerted to the fact that Ash are going to play a gig in September that will consist of the whole of their 1977 album. Just the thought made me light headed with giddiness. I don’t think there is an album that brings me back to my sixth form days as much as this one. Just the first few bars of Angel Interceptor, or the thumping chorus of Girl From Mars is enough to transport

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I think I was the victim of bullying today.I was having a stressful day in the office (like any other day) and needed to get out for some air. I work in the middle of a park so I took my lunch and set off on a stroll round the lake. Whilst admiring the lovely flora and fauna and thinking very bad thoughts about various people I work with, I spotted some little baby ducks quacking on the water. I

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After seeing the Mystery Jets supporting Maximo Park last month, I was very sure I was not a fan. However, they recently played on Radio 1’s Live Lounge and did a cover of Leona Lewis. Literally, it made me melt. Were it not for my amazing go-go-gadget solidify-and-reassemble-back-to-original-state powers, I would still be a gooey mess on the floor.Check it out soon – I’m not sure how long Radio

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So, after some deliberation, I have decided to jump on the bandwagon and sign up to one of those online dating thingys. I've always tried to encourage single friends of mine to do it, often using my friends L and M who met online and are getting married next year as proof that it really can work. I always tell sceptics that she had to date quite a few frogs to get to her Prince Charming (I loved

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Last night, I Watched very cool independent short film. Drank own bodyweight in wine. Talked rubbish at the director. Stumbled out of pub. Bought hot dog from hot dog stand. Ate hot dog on street. Got on tube. Fell asleep on tube. Got woken up in Mordor where the train terminates. Waited for northbound train. Got told by station attendant that the last train had gone. Went outside. Called Jane.

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I am not flexible enough to put my legs behind my head.Attempting to put my legs behind my head will result in me being in intense pain and not being able to move my head or neck for several days.I have the singing voice of a man.Charlie the mouse has a savoury tooth and has nibbled his way through a box of my crackers in my kitchen.Mickey the mouse who lives in my office, has a sweet tooth and

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This is one of the most perfect pop songs ever. Pure aural bliss. It's the musical equivalent of sinking back into your hammock on a lazy sunny day with a bucket of gin and tonic and not a care in the world. And with Sir Ian McKellen in the video, what more could you want? It's yet another reason to love the impeccably named Fyfe Dangerfield.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AkCRcwhFQQ

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I’ve been getting down recently due to my failings at so many things. And what might these things be I hear you ask. Actually I bet no one is asking this. You’re more likely to be screaming: shut up and get to the point already. Well, this is actually things that I’ve imposed upon myself. A while ago, BFF1, BFF2 and I all decided that we would compose a “List of things to do” affectionately known

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I swear, I got pangs in my ovaries just looking at this picture. I may be investing in a turkey baster of my very own soon...http://www.dooce.com/daily-photo/2008/03/24/blissfully-unaware

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Why do people on an empty bus always sit next to me when there are loads of other seats?Why do some people at the gym think that it’s normal when dressing after the showers to put on their bra, shirt and coat, before they put on their knickers?Why is it so much fun to stalk people on facebook?Why is it so easy to buy and read cookbooks, but much harder to

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This is just one reason why kids are fab:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM&feature=related

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I think I have turned into Fun Bobby. Correction: I think I was Fun Bobby. I am now Dull Bobby. For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, where the hell have you been for the past 10 years? In a cockerel’s boot? Fun Bobby was a character on Friends who got the word ‘fun’ added to his name because of all the hi-junks he would get up to and all the crazy fun shenanigans he

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Today, whilst on a fairly mundane trip to the local supermarket, I spotted Ballykissangel star, Dervla Kirwan! Pretty sad of me to admit, but there's something quite nice knowing that a celebrity shops in the same supermarket as me! She spent a lot longer in the fruit and veg section than I did, but we bumped into each other again in the baked goods aisle, and again in the cereal aisle. It got

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It’s now 2008, and in the year that I’m set to turn 29, I can feel my own mortality wrapping its evil claws around my soul and I realise that I am not going to live forever, even though I am convinced Noel was thinking of me when he wrote that masterpiece. This means that my ego feels the need to preserve what makes me uniquely me for the sake of future generations, as otherwise, the children of

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I wish I could take credit for this, but I actually saw it on a tshirt.Haikus are easyBut sometimes they don't make senseRefridgerator

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I was walking along the street today and I spotted a pound coin on the floor! A whole English pound! Was I a complete pikey for picking it up? Probably. But I'm a pound richer, so I don't care! Wahey! But before I bent down to pick it up, I actually kicked it a little to make sure it wasn't glued down to the floor and then looked around to make sure there weren't any hidden cameras around

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Me: My friend has a little puppy called PupPup. J: Like DogDog? Me: No, not a virtual pet. A real life human dog.

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1. I met Natasha Bedingfield at a friend's party a few years ago 2. Natasha was asked by Sylvester Stallone to record the title track for Rocky Balboa 3. Sly starred with Sharon Stone in Total Recall in 1990 4. Her next film after Total Recall was He Said, She Said, a romantic comedy with…KEVIN BACON!!

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You might not know this about me, but I like lists. And I like random facts. And I like lists of random facts. Here are some all about the London Underground. (I use 'facts' in the loosest sense of the term. In other words, they may be made up, such is the wonder of the interweb). There is only one tube station name which does not have any letters of the word "mackerel" in it - St John's

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I'm about to move house (the gentrification of nearby neighbourhoods has pushed up property prices, so we're having to move further out into the sticks. It was obvious this would happen when the local Iceland closed it's doors and turned into a massive organic superstore), and so I've been trying to ruthlessly clear out all the clutter I've accumulated over the last few years. I've been trying

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8 books that I'm halfway through reading 2 scarves that I'm halfway through knitting 2 letters to Kay that I've never sent (one is dated May 2005) A letter to Lucy that is fully addressed and has a stamp on it but has never made its way to a postbox. 2 postcards of Keele University A DS game that I borrowed and thought I'd lost Countless receipts, ticket stubs, tissues, and plasters (not used

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TV characters who have also been unemployed: Monica from Friends Chandler from Friends Phoebe from Friends Ross from Friends Joey from Friends Rachel from Friends Egg from This Life The whole cast of Shameless Homer Simpson If anyone has anymore to add, feel free.

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