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I'd planned on updating this earlier on in the week but for some reason when I'm at work LJ wasn't allowing me to log in, and then by the time I got home, I'd kind of lost the enthusiasm. And then last night, I got as far as posting a link to a news story in Semagic and then dinner was ready and so that never got posted either. I will post that one tonight!

Anyway, this lunchtime I've been able to log in - huzzah! And so here's an updatey type thing!

Dexter had his operation this morning and mum has just phoned to say that the vet rang and he's fine. They've taken biopsies from both sides where his little sacs used to be, and because the vet is on holiday after tomorrow for a week, she's asked for the results to come back before she goes. That would suit me, because otherwise we won't know anything until after we get back from Mallorca, which is three weeks away! She also said she thought the lump had gone down, but she wasn't sure. They took an x-ray of his stomach to check his lymph glands and that was clear. And they've cut some mats out of the back of his ears. Oh, and they've also arrange a refund for the £50 we shelled out when I had to take him back on the Sunday after the dippy trout on the Saturday failed to spot what the actual problem was. He's awake again now but a bit woozy (although he is sitting up) and so mum has to ring again in a couple of hours to find out when we can fetch him home.

So that's Dexter. What else has been going on?

Oh, well it was a long time ago now but I had the most awesome time last weekend!

It started with a half-day off work on the Friday, and we went up to Taunton to watch Somerset v Sussex. I really didn't expect that we'd get anything out of that game because Sussex are so good, but we actually won by six wickets and with relative ease. It was brilliant! Also, for the second year running we found ourselves in the same hotel as the Sussex boys! We spotted a few of them, including Hodd, Keegan (complete with comedy hair), Smith and Martin-Jenkins, in the hotel's reception when we first arrived and then mum told them not to play too well. And it seems like they listened to her, hehe! We'd had lunch in Brazz beforehand and it was really filling so I wasn't all that hungry but we still headed off to Prezzo after the game and had a meal in there. I also had throughout the day quite a lot of lager, some wine and then gin and tonic back at the hotel, and so I wasn't surprised to wake on Saturday morning with something of a hangover!

Mum got up before me and made her way off to Swansea, where she had to go to some carnival or other in the afternoon, and then I very gingerly got myself moving and then caught the train up to Cardiff, where I met up with Chen and Sarah. We were at the SWALEC (which is actually pronounced 'SWALEC' and not 'SWALEC', as I'd previously thought) and we sat in the sunshine watching Glamorgan make fairly easy work of beating Middlesex. There was much perving (especially over Gareth Rees and Mark Wallace and Tyron Henderson with his shirt off), lots of flag waving, a huge amount of giggling and just lots and lots of fun. Oh, and there was also a fair amount of squeeing when Neil Dexter was forced to admit that he didn't really know what he was supposed to do with the team sheet at the toss. After the game, we went around to the reception and Scott Dynamo got his photo taken with a few of the Middlsex boys, including Tyron Henderson (now sadly wearing his shirt), Tim Murtagh (Chen had to hold his Prada sunglasses!) and Dawid Malan (who asked if they wanted him to "hold the teddy"). The only person who refused was Jamie Miserablepants Dalrymple, who announced in a very snooty voice "I'm sorry, I don't do photographs with bears". Wanker.

On Saturday night, Chen and Sarah made their way into central Cardiff and we had a huge meal at the Hard Rock Café before going to the hotel where I was staying and having a quick drink in there and then sadly it was time for them to leave.

On Sunday morning I treated myself to a stonking breakfast in my room (despite my promise the previous night that I was never going to be eating again - ever), and then hung around and did some writing before catching a train to Bristol. I found my hotel, which wasn't too far from the train station and spent some time lying under the air conditioning unit, cooling off, before making my way to the ground. Gloucestershire managed to beat Middlesex, but you wouldn't have known it from the crowd's reaction. Seriously, they're all so quiet! There's just no atmosphere there at all, it's a really strange place. Maybe Dalrymple should play there instead of at Glamorgan - they're all miserable enough for him, surely...

After the game I got a taxi back to the hotel and had a shower before going down to the restaurant and enjoying a cheese and ham toastie and some wine. I then got a relatively early night for once!

On Monday morning I once again had breakfast in my room (but it wasn't as nice as the one in Cardiff, which was a shame) and then did some writing and some reading before checking out of the hotel and making my way to a nearby park, where I sat in the sunshine and then, when the sun became too hot, I sat in the shade. All the time I was reading The Lost Daughter by Diane Chamberlain, which I think is my favourite book of the year so far.

After a while, I had to go off to get my train, which turned out to be delayed by about 25 minutes. I don't know why it was so late getting into Temple Meads, but then we lost even more time on the way down to Taunton because of a line-side fire, which was literally right next to the tracks! Eek!

But eventually I got there and mum fetched me from the station, and we went off to watch Somerset beat Glamorgan. At the time, I'd been a bit anxious and thought it was fairly close, but having watched the highlights last night, we actually won at a canter! We're now up into third spot so hopefully we can keep the wins coming and qualify for the quarter finals!

Since Monday I haven't done much apart from be at work, mostly sweltering due to the air conditioning failing, but today feeling a bit cold because it's now been fixed and the weather's gone wrong. I'm hoping this is no more than a temporary blip and that we'll soon be back to the balmy temperatures that I was so happily getting used to!

Anyway, that's me up to date. Time to go and do a bit more of that werk type stuff now, I think!
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I'm going on a trip at the end of the month!  A cricket trip!!

On Friday 25th June, I'll be in Taunton for our T20 game against Sussex. 

Friday night, I'll stay in Taunton and then on the Saturday morning I'm off to Cardiff to watch Glamorgan v Middlesex with Chen and Sarah. 

Saturday night will be spent in Cardiff, and then Sunday I'm off to Bristol for Gloucestershire v Middlesex.

Sunday night I'm in Bristol and then on the Monday I go back to Taunton for Somerset v Glamorgan.

So far, it's looking like I'll be a Billy No Mates at the Gloucestershire v Middlesex game, so if anyone wants to come along and keep me company, you'd be more than welcome!!
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Finally, we have some hot weather!!  And on a weekend as well - miracles will never cease!

I'm just on a quick break from some hard sunbathing to print off details of the hotel where we're staying tonight and I thought I'd update this at the same time.

We're off to Bath later this afternoon, as it's time for Somerset's annual game there.  This year, we're playing Worcestershire.  They're bottom of the 40 league having lost all their games so far.  We're top, having won all of ours.  What's the beginning we get a pasting?  Still, whatever the result it should be a good day out in the sunshine, and best of all, Harriet is coming along so we'll have great company as well!

And now I'm going to make myself a sandwich and return to the sunbathing.  Huzzah!

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Mar. 30th, 2010 08:22 pm
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As promised, here's a post about my trip away to the north east. Which, I must say, was stonking!

I flew up on Thursday morning, from Exeter to Newcastle, and we took off and landed on time, which was great. Coming in to land was a tad disconcerting because there was very low cloud and it wasn't until we were practically over the runway that we could see it, but other than that, there were no problems.

I picked up my hire car, which was a Kia Cee'd and which was a really nice car to drive, and then I headed off to Chen's, which I found with no difficulties at all, thanks to the wonder of SatNav! I had a spot of lunch and then did some writing while Chen sorted out some stuff for the show, and then it was time to head off to the hall (I think it was called the Vane Tempest but Chen will correct me if I'm wrong) to watch Chen's crew doing Fame. They did a cracking job, as well - it was really entertaining and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I was a bit of a lightweight when we got back to Chen's house - I was shattered after having been awake since stupid o'clock and I retired to bed fairly quickly.

On Friday morning I was up and about quite early, and when Chen got up we drove down over the North York Moors to Scarborough. En route I learned that Dracula once lived in Whitby, in a castle there. I don't think he was a local, I think he moved in later in life. It looks a pretty town, I should imagine he liked it there. Anyway, we didn't go into Whitby to do any vampire hunting but we instead headed straight to Scarborough, where we ate a wonderful fish and chips dinner before walking down to the sea front. Chen had been telling me about a haunted house thing, but sadly it was closed so we walked along past the amusement arcades and then walked back along the beach (I dipped my fingers into the sea and it was FREEZING) before then walking along the harbour wall to the lighthouse and back again and then heading back up to the car, via a couple of sweetie shops. The weather had been dry but windy all day, but just as we got back to the car, it started spitting with rain - we were so lucky! Then, on the drive back over the moors, we hit torrential squalls - one just sort of threw itself at the car, it was like someone ewas chucking buckets of water at the windscreen! Crazy weather! The moors looked beautiful though. A bit like certain parts of Dartmoor in places, and more like Exmoor in others. Lots of heather. Lots and lots of heather. I'd love to go back there when it's all in bloom!

On the way home, we fetched Sarah from Middlesbrough as she'd been at work, and then we nipped back to Chen's briefly to get changed before going out and playing a few games of bowls (I was pleasantly surprised to find I can bowl with my acrylic nails!) - I won one, Chen won one, and when it became apparent that either she or I were going to win the third one we turned the rules around so that the lowest score was the winner, and Sarah won that game. After we'd finished there, we nipped over the road into Frankie and Benny's, where we had a really nice meal before heading home.

When we got there, the house had been taken over by small people - Chen's brother (who's a grown up, not a small person) and her three young nephews had arrived. It was a proper houseful and I had a bit of a flip out because I'm so used to peace and quiet (very embarrassing and thanks once again to Chen for being so kind to me), but then I decided to find my happy place and I had a glass of wine whilst watching some stuff on Sky+ in Chen's room. I think I got into bed just before 1.00am and had a really good night's sleep again.

Saturday morning once again dawned dry and so we decided to head over to The Lake District for the day. I'd planned on using the SatNav but Chen's dad poo-pooed that idea and said all we had to do was head down the A1 to Scotch Corner and turn right. He wasn't wrong - it was very easy to find! The road that we drove along from Scotch Corner goes through some amazing countryside (I'm not sure, but could it be the north Pennines?) and I was amazed that not only was there still snow on the top of some of the hills, but they have those snow poles dotted along the road, like the ones we saw in New England! The scenery on that road was stunning, but when we reached The Lake District itself, it was really something else. I'd been there twice before - both times when I was a kid (perhaps 12/13 years old) and of course I didn't appreciate then just how beautiful it is. But it really did take my breath away, and I think there was one point when I was quite literally speechless (a very, very rare occurrence!). We went into Keswick first - such a pretty little town - and we had a mooch around the market and a chocolate shop before finding a little tea room to have a toasted sandwich and some curly fries. We then mooched around a few more gift shops before heading back to the car and then driving down to Bowness, where we just had time to have a play on the 10p machines that push the coins out (I don't know their official name) before getting onto the Swan steamboat, which did a trip up to Ambleside and back. The weather was a little changeable by this point, and it was cold when we were on the journey back, but we stayed on the top deck and entertained the other trippers by singing songs amongst ourselves. And at one point I kind of forgot where I was, and when I spotted a lump sticking up out of the water, I asked in a loud voice, "Is that Nessie?" *blushes* Of course, it wasn't Nessie. I think it was some rocks or something. Bit of a disappointment, that... ;-)

When we got back to the car it was still daylight and so we decided to drive back via the Kirkstone Pass and Ullswater, both of which were just stunning. I'm fairly sure that when I was up there with mum and dad, dad drove us through the Kirkstone Pass - it looked very familiar. And we went past that pub right at the top - was that where those "poor" people got stuck at New Year because of the snow?

We had a smooth trip back and drove straight to Sunderland where we had a lovely meal in Roma. I was tempted to have the "deep fired squid" for my starter but had salmon and prawns instead, and then chicken in a wine and rosemary sauce, followed by cheesecake from their "desert" menu. The food was lovely, the music not so much - Tina Arena's greatest hits on a loop, which was fairly torturous. At one point I tried to escape by going to the loo, but sadly it was piped through to there as well. Tsk.

After we got back to Chen's we sat up in her room and I finished the bottle of wine I'd started the night before whilst watching the end of Chris Moyles' quiz show and then some programme to find a new Dorothy, but after about 15 minutes of that before realising I had a choice between leaving the room and leaving Chen's television intact, or staying and putting my foot through it. I chose the former option and headed off to bed, leaving Chen and Sarah and their bleeding ears behind me. I had thought about entering Dexter into that competition, for him to play Toto, but there is no way on earth I'm letting him have anything to do with those talentless bints.

On Sunday morning I got up in time to get myself packed and ready to go, and then said a reluctant goodbye to Chen before driving back to the airport. I checked the hire car in and had to wait for around an hour to check in, and then immediately headed through security (hideous queues so I was glad I'd gone straight through), and then I only had about half an hour before it was time to board. I saw the little Air Southwest plane landing - bang on time - and then we took off on time and flew via Newquay down to Plymouth. It was very windy and cloudy down in the south west but the flight was really smooth and I wasn't scared at all, which made a nice change.

Mum picked me up from the airport and we came straight home, where I was greeted by a fit again Dexter Dogge, who was very happy to see me, bless him.

And that was my weekend. There will be some photos, but I'm waiting for Chen to sort those before I can post them, as they're all on her camera (hint, hint).

Thanks once again to Chen for an awesome time - can't wait to do it again!!!
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I've been promising this for days, and here finally is an entry about last week's trip to London Village.

We were due to go on the 7.50am flight from Plymouth to London City airport, but when I woke up at 5.00am and switched on the television news, I immediately began to wonder whether we'd be flying. A lot of snow had fallen in the south east overnight, and conditions looked pretty horrendous. But we went to the airport to check in on time, only to be told that they were awaiting news of the current situation at London City airport before checking anyone in. So we sat in the café and had a coffee and a toasted tea cake, and then at around 7.15am they announced that due to adverse weather conditions, the flight was cancelled. We did have the option to try and re-book, but having seen the forecast we decided to try the train instead. We got a cab straight to the train station and were lucky in that we only had to wait around 15 minutes for the first train to Paddington. We were also lucky that the cost was about half of what we'd paid for the plane tickets, which we would now have refunded - huzzah! The train was fine but bloody freezing for some reason, and after passing through the snowy wastelands of Berkshire we arrived into Paddington bang on time, just before half 11.

We got a taxi to our hotel as neither of us fancied lugging our cases around on the Underground and were chuffed to find that our room was already ready and we could check straight in. We stayed at the Hesperia by Victoria train station - I've stayed there before and remembered it as being nice, and my memory had served me well. It's right next to the station and so it's dead handy, and for a 4 star hotel it's excellent value for money as well - I'd recommend it!

After settling ourselves in and unpacking we ventured out into the cold and walked from the hotel up to Piccadilly and along Shaftesbury Avenue as far as The Rainforest Café, where we had some lunch. Mum had never been in there before - I think she enjoyed it! After lunch, we then walked up Regent Street (including taking a detour to explore Carnaby Street, which had amazing Christmas decorations consisting of inflatable pink fawns amongst other things) and then from Oxford Circus all the way along to the Christmas market opposite M&S and then back to Oxford Circus. We didn't do a lot of actual shopping, but I did buy some socks in M&S - two normal pairs and also a pair of mega fluffy ones which are the warmest things I've ever put on my feet and if I can't get them in Plymouth I'm going to scream and scream and scream until I'm sick!

We decided against walking all the way back to the hotel and instead got the tube, and then had a quick drink in the hotel bar before going up to our room and chilling out for a while before having dinner in the hotel's restaurant because it was too cold and we were too tired to consider venturing out again. It was a good decision - the food was awesome and as with the rest of the hotel, really good value for money.

On Saturday we were up early for breakfast and then we headed off to St John's Wood and the Lord's cricket ground, where we were booked on a tour at 10.00am. I'd done this once before, but this time was better because there were only five of us on the tour! We also went into the real tennis court this time around, and apparently one of the blokes playing was someone off of The Antiques Roadshow, but I don't know which one. I didn't know before, but the 'real' in real tennis isn't because it's claiming the other tennis is fake, but it comes from the Spanish word for 'royal' (as in Real Madrid). It's a very strange looking sport - you have to serve the ball up onto the roof and then when it comes down again, that's when it's in play. Apparently Federer's going to be taking it up when he retires from normal cricket. Heaven help Mr Antiques Roadshow, that's all I can say! We saw a most bizarre sight while we were at Lord's - the pitch was entirely covered with snow! I took a couple of photos on my phone - I'll have to post them at some point!

Anyway, after we'd done the Lord's tour we went back into the centre of London and went to the Museum of London, near to Barbican station. Part of it's closed until spring next year, but the exhibitions up until the great fire of London were all open and were really interesting. And it's free - how great is that? Because it's free, we're definitely going to be goig back once the new exhibition is opened.

I'd looked at the map before we'd set out and had spotted that St Paul's Cathedral wasn't far away from the museum, and as I'd never seen it even from the outside before, we decideed to have a walk down there. And what an awesome place! We had a quick look at the monument at Temple Bar first and then battled through the crowds and went into the cathedral itself. We had a look around the ground floor and also the crypt (where we saw the tombs of Florence Nightingale, Nelson and Wellington amongst others) but because we were tired after all the walking we'd done over the past two days we decided against climbing the stairs to the galleries. However, we got a ticket to give us free admission for the next twelve months because we gift aided our admission price, so next time we're going to head there first and brave the stairs up to the top!

By the time we'd been around St Paul's we were shattered and so I looked at my A-Z and saw that if we walked down to Blackfriars we could pick up a direct tube back to Victoria, which we could indeed have done, had Blackfriars tube station not been closed... The nearest one appeared to be Mansion House, so we walked along to that one and picked up the tube from there. It wasn't a long walk, but it was really interesting. Even though I'd lived in London for a while, I'd never really got to know this part of the city and even if I had, it's undoubtedly completely different these days. And it's a really good mix of new and old, parts of it put me in mind of Boston in that regard. It was fabulous, and I can't wait to go back and explore a bit more!

We ate in the hotel restaurant again on Saturday night because once again it was freezing cold and we were very tired. We had another lovely meal but sadly something mum ate didn't quite agree with her and when we woke on Sunday morning she wasn't feeling too clever. So instead of spending some time mooching around Covent Garden we chilled out in the hotel and then got the train back just before midday. We had a very smooth trip again (we upgraded to first class - leather seats, heeee!) and got in at around half 3.

The weather in Plymouth had gone wrong while we were away and we got back to lots and lots of ice. So much ice, in fact, that we couldn't get down to the garage because the path was impassable. We didn't have any food in the house itself so while mum took herself off to her sick bed, I ordered in a pizza so that someone other than me had to brave the wintry conditions. And then I spent the evening eating my pizza, drinking a couple of cold beers and watching more of my This Life DVDs.

And that was my weekend!
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A song which makes me cry.

I'm going to be generous today and give you two for the price of one. Because there are two songs which never fail to make me cry and those songs are You Could Be Happy by Snow Patrol and This Woman's Work by Kate Bush. I adore them both and refuse to choose between them.

So that's the meme done for today. What else is going on in the world?

Oh, I should post about the weekend. It was made of awesome.

I got the train early doors from Plymouth on Saturday and got into Manchester on time, which made a lovely change from last time! Our hotel was just up the road from the train station so I met Chen and we walked up to it and left our cases before going to Bella Italia and having a lovely lunch, served to us by Gloria the Waiter.

After lunch, we nipped back to the hotel and got into our room (which was awesome - City Inn is a great hotel!) and then went back out to do some serious shopping. We were on our feet for ages and were both in pains of agony by the time we arrived at a pub, but we had shopped quite well and I did manage to frighten Chen in The Disney Store by grabbing Kermit The Frog and shoving him in front of her face while shouting "ladies and gentlemen, it's The Muppet Show, yayyyyy!". There was also some flirting. We found an H Samuel and I wanted to show Chen the necklace I'm getting for Christmas, so we were looking in the window. This bloke asked me for my opinion on some necklaces and pointed out a few for me to compare. I told him which one I thought was best and I told him that whoever he was buying for would love it, before adding "And if she doesn't, I'll have it!" I have NFI where that came from, honestly! So yes, there was fright-making and flirting, and I think that constitutes a successful trip. We sat down outside the pub (in the cold) and I had a glass of wine, and then we headed off to the cinema.

The fillum we'd decided to see was Paranormal Activity. I'd read mostly good reviews, and they were spot on. It was one of the scariest films I've ever seen - very much in The Blair Witch Project mould and if you enjoyed that, it'd be right up your street. Every time it went to night time, I muttered "oh no", and I was really relieved when it finished. But I thoroughly enjoyed it - if you're looking for a good old scary film, this is for you.

After the fillum had finished we headed to Old Orleans and had a lovely meal and some cocktails in there while looking at the Craig-alike on the next table.

We'd both been shattered earlier on and had revised the original plans we'd had to hit Canal Street, but after sitting down in the cinema and the restaurant we'd got a second wind and we nipped back to the hotel to change before going out. The hotel was just hop, a skip and a jump to Canal Street, so we hopped and we skipped and we jumped and we ended up in Churchills again. It was mega busy but we managed to find somewhere to sit and we dodged the attentions of a very fruity guy who I think may have been called Ahmed (but it was hard to hear over the strains of Lady Gaga) and who would not leave us alone until I actually physically pushed him away and said "enough". After he'd gone, we had fun watching a guy in a black and white dog blanket shirt who was singing into a microphone fashioned from his own fist (don't mock, we've all done it). We also enjoyed perving over the guy dressed in gold hot pants. When Lady Gaga was played for about the 5th time we realised the time was going on for 3.00am and so decided to make a move, and we hopped, skipped and jumped back to the hotel where I crashed out on my bed and Chen put a 'pin the tail on the donkey' game onto the wall for me to wake up to on Sunday morning.

I woke before Chen a few hours later, and how I didn't wake her when I saw what was on the wall, I'll never know, because I was giggling away to myself. Chen woke in time for breakfast to be delivered (additional charge of £3.50 - so cheap!) and then I won at pin the tail on the donkey before opening a couple of presents (an amazing magic mug and a cross-stitch of The County Ground, which must have taken forever and which I just LOVE).

After checking out of the hotel we walked up to Albert Square to have a mooch around the Christmas market. It was good, but it was far too crowded for my liking and the ratio of food stalls to craft stalls was weighted too much in favour of the food stalls really. After a while we gave up on the market and headed back to The Disney Store, where Chen exacted revenge for Kermitgate by pulling the cord on some little thing and then holding it up towards me. I thought it was going to be singing but couldn't hear anything so I leaned closer and then it touched my ear and I realised it was vibrating, which made me jump half out of my skin!

Lunch was taken at the Hard Rock Café, and then sadly it was time to get our bags and say our goodbyes before heading home. My train left on time and despite being delayed getting into Birmingham New Street, I got in on time as well. Dexter was there on the platform to meet me (with mum), and I grabbed a burger on the way home before eventually falling into bed just about the right side of midnight.

It was a stonking weekend - a million thanks to Chen for being so awesome and for being such great company. I cannot wait until we do it again!

So, that was the weekend. What else...?

Argyle have sacked Sturrock. Kind of. He's still there doing something, but Paul Mariner (who has weird glasses) appears to now be in charge of the team. Except it's all going a bit pear shaped to be honest. Two days ago it was reported that Argyle would soon have a 46,000 seater stadium. I thought this was a tad strange because they're lucky if they get 10,000 in these days. Yesterday, it was announced that because Argyle haven't paid their debts, they're now the subject of a transfer embargo. Mariner said he was relaxed about this. However, he also said there were positives to take from the defeat at Preston on Saturday, so he does seem to have a mind which works in odd ways. Anyway, today we've been told that if (and it's a big if) England are successful in their 2018 World Cup bid, Plymouth will be one of the host cities. So it's a bit of a roller coaster ride down here at the minute, football-wise!

The buses appear to have gone tits up. Yesterday, it took me nearly 90 minutes to get home. Today, it took well over an hour. And the bus driver was obviously trying too hard to make up time because he approached the Manadon Flyover far too fast and then had to stand on his brakes to avoid a collision and I almost fell right off my seat. I don't know whether it's connected, but for some reason my left leg is now hurting really badly and I can barely walk. Ouchies.

And finally - tomorrow is my birthday (24 again) and I am working until around 11.45am and then I'm going to finish my Christmas shopping before coming home and getting my nails done - huzzah!

And that's me. Phew, that went on a bit, didn't it!
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I'm back from my trip Oop North, and I had a fantastic time once again. I'll do a longer post about it all this evening as I only have five minutes left of my lunch break now.

Winter is definitely upon us. The amber warning light was on in my car this morning and looking at the forecast for the remainder of the week, I'm thinking I may even get to see the red one! Eek! I just hope it doesn't snow when I'm in London next weekend!

What else did I want to say...? Ooh, I know! Ryan Giggs. WTF? Okay, give the bloke a lifetime achievement award, but sports personality of the past twelve months? Bonkers! Still, at least it meant Twat Button didn't win. Ha!

Okay, there was other stuff I was going to ramble about but now it's 2.00pm and so it's time to get back to work. Here's hoping I stay awake until 5.15pm...
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Once again, today is a "whatever tickles your fancy" day...


Today, I'm going to talk to you about Gloria the waiter. Yes, you read that right. He's a waiter. An actual waiter. Called Gloria.

I'm in Manchester - I arrived at one o'clock this afternoon. After finding our hotel, the first thing Chen and I did was go for some food as we were both hungry. We happened upon a branch of Bella Italia and in we went. We were served by a very friendly waiter, who was more than slightly camp but who was very lovely and who tried to help Chen out when she had a coughing fit by slapping her back heartily.

Anyhoo, the food was ace and so was the service and so when the bill arrived I wanted to know what the waiter's name was.

And written on the bill were the words 'Server - Gloria'.

I think it's fair to say that hilarity ensued.

I'm now just waiting for Chen to finish her wee (TMI?) and then we're heading back out - this time to the shops and then to the cinema to watch an actual film. I think it's called Paranormal something or other and it's meant to be scary. We shall see...
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A recent picture of me.

I hate having my photo taken (with a passion), but when I had my hair done about a month or so ago I decided to take a quick piccy with the webcam, so here it is...

No tittering at the back please, I know it's not good.

Anyway, my hair's a bit different from that now because I had something done yesterday but I'm planning on surprising [ profile] me_unabridged with it when I get to Manchester tomorrow, so that's remaining top secret for now.

I am off to Manchester tomorrow (in case you hadn't guessed). I leave Plymouth at 7.25am and am due to get in at 1.00pm, and then I get back just before 11.00pm on Sunday evening. Happy days, I reckon! I cannot wait!


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