Me - Watcha doin'?
Him - work, you?
Me - So snappy..... don't think I appreciate your tone. If you're busy, don't reply, I've always found that to be a better solution than rudeness.
Him - wasn't being rude just asked a question me love.
Me - You asked a pointed question designed to imply that I was not working and that you were too busy to communicate, which failed on two counts - 1. Clearly you are not too busy to communicate because you did, in fact, reply and 2. I am working thankyouverymuch.
Screw you hippy, I am multi tasking.
Him - Hippy?
Me - Yes, hippy. You, with your flared cords, are the closest we have in these troubled times, to a hippy.
Him - Is it my long hair?
Me - Yes baby, it's your flowing locks.
Him - you'd better believe it.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
This is nothing to do with any crappy Beautiful South song.
My parents always said that whatever you do, however hard you try, there is always room for improvement. The most they ever scored me was 9/10.
I don't like to blame my parents for my possibly-in-need-of-therapy psychosis, and I am well aware that there are plenty of people who grew up being scored much, much lower than a 9. I had and continue to have, two of the best parents anyone could ask for. I also think there's a time in everyone's life when you have to reponsibility for yourself, claim your mistakes as your own and lay to rest the hang ups that were passed on to you by those in charge of your up bringing.
Sometimes I feel like I am being suffocated by a crushing weight of inadequacy and every so often, I do wish I could feel what it might be like to be a perfect 10.
I don't like to blame my parents for my possibly-in-need-of-therapy psychosis, and I am well aware that there are plenty of people who grew up being scored much, much lower than a 9. I had and continue to have, two of the best parents anyone could ask for. I also think there's a time in everyone's life when you have to reponsibility for yourself, claim your mistakes as your own and lay to rest the hang ups that were passed on to you by those in charge of your up bringing.
Sometimes I feel like I am being suffocated by a crushing weight of inadequacy and every so often, I do wish I could feel what it might be like to be a perfect 10.
Especially for the man who likes the little people...
From the Wall Street Journal;
"Some people are just into lavish dwarf entertainment," says the 4-foot-2 Danny Black, a part-owner in Shortdwarf.com, an outfit that rents dwarfs for parties starting at $149 an hour. Mr. Black says he spent part of [a March 2003] weekend on the yacht and worked as a waiter on the Friday night at a high-end Miami eatery alongside what he called "regular size" people. "A good time was had by all," he said, declining to provide further details."
"Some people are just into lavish dwarf entertainment," says the 4-foot-2 Danny Black, a part-owner in Shortdwarf.com, an outfit that rents dwarfs for parties starting at $149 an hour. Mr. Black says he spent part of [a March 2003] weekend on the yacht and worked as a waiter on the Friday night at a high-end Miami eatery alongside what he called "regular size" people. "A good time was had by all," he said, declining to provide further details."
Knicker addiction
Just popped across the road into Sainsbury's to get some change for the parking metre, so the Parking Triads of Bolton don't get me, and I came out with two shiny pound coins and £32 worth of underwear.
What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
A post whereby Ant will bemoan my abuse of The Humble Comma
My chap has the most beautiful eyes of any human being I have ever encountered. This is the truth, he has the kind of eyes that you can't ever lie to, the kind that seem to permeate your soul if you gaze into them for too long. The kind that show you he's a good man, the best kind of man, a man with integrity. They are honest eyes, bold eyes, eyes that seem to want you to tell him everything that you ever thought about, or dreamt about or cried about. His eyes are what sealed the deal, not the moving in together deal, I'm not such a daft woman that I would commit my life to a person because of pretty eyes, but they sealed the whole falling in love with him deal, I knew something was happening that was significant from our second date (Oh Lord not the first date, no no no, that was a BAD date) and then he looked at me with these big......
And that is the problem I have today.
Can't for the life of me remember what fucking colour they are.
I mean, I think they're blue, I'm sure they're blue..... but are they...? I mean you can have blonde people with brown eyes right? And who's to say that even if they're blue they're not a kind of grey....
Oh shit, I'm going to be in so much trouble for this........
And that is the problem I have today.
Can't for the life of me remember what fucking colour they are.
I mean, I think they're blue, I'm sure they're blue..... but are they...? I mean you can have blonde people with brown eyes right? And who's to say that even if they're blue they're not a kind of grey....
Oh shit, I'm going to be in so much trouble for this........
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Uncle Bodus - Not some pervy welsh uncle...
... Just a typo. Should say Uncle Bogus now.
(Who, by the way, is Ant - may he feel shame for the murder of my CV, which I will mourn forever.)
(Who, by the way, is Ant - may he feel shame for the murder of my CV, which I will mourn forever.)
Random Photo #1
God, how fucking awful.
Glenn probably took this one.
It's Prague by the way, not that you can tell because of the large expanse of pavement and random tourist that take up most of the foreground. I've been looking for either me or him standing somewhere in it because that might explain the weird 'look at this picture of bugger all' context of the photo, but no, just an awful lot of strangers.
The only good thing about this photo is that you can see just how high up the castle is compared to the rest of the city, you'd think I'd be proud of that because it would mean I had made something of a physical accomplishment, but no, we took the bus.
Rolling the photo dice....
... I recently loaded all the photo's from my digital camera onto my laptop (am STILL without a proper PC). Unfortunately when I did this I failed to categorise any of the photo's, so they're all sitting in a file and I can't easily find the ones I want to put on this here blogamathingy because they just have numbers on them rather than names.
How to turn this from tragedy to triumph. Moch would say I should just sit and sort them out, different files, names etc, however, that would be sensible, logical, and proper... and since when have I ever been that?! So I'm just going to pick ones at random, roll the photo dice and see what comes out, I promise that I will not change whichever one turns up however poor the quality or composition.....
(And here's hoping that one of my lying on the hotel room bed nekkid stays well hidden)
How to turn this from tragedy to triumph. Moch would say I should just sit and sort them out, different files, names etc, however, that would be sensible, logical, and proper... and since when have I ever been that?! So I'm just going to pick ones at random, roll the photo dice and see what comes out, I promise that I will not change whichever one turns up however poor the quality or composition.....
(And here's hoping that one of my lying on the hotel room bed nekkid stays well hidden)
Monday, September 26, 2005
By the way...
Working in Bolton (brew? anyone fu't brew?) today, and I can't look at spanair.blogspot because it is a banned site, it contains 'lewd and inappropriate content'....
The other week I was reading an interview with the Great and Marvellous Heather Armstrong and she said that if you're going to write a blog, then you have to draw a line somewhere, there have to be things you don't write about. She said if you were having trouble deciding where that line should go then a good tip is to imagining the one person in the world who you would not want to read your blog finding it and reading it. The stuff you wouldn't ever want them to know is where you draw the line, either that or you have to be completely anonymous. There's already a couple of posts I have written but never published and the other day Glenn looked over my shoulder and read what I was about to publish and BANNED me from letting it see the light of day.
In the light of Bolton's opinion of my website, I should probably draw the line a bit clearer.
The other week I was reading an interview with the Great and Marvellous Heather Armstrong and she said that if you're going to write a blog, then you have to draw a line somewhere, there have to be things you don't write about. She said if you were having trouble deciding where that line should go then a good tip is to imagining the one person in the world who you would not want to read your blog finding it and reading it. The stuff you wouldn't ever want them to know is where you draw the line, either that or you have to be completely anonymous. There's already a couple of posts I have written but never published and the other day Glenn looked over my shoulder and read what I was about to publish and BANNED me from letting it see the light of day.
In the light of Bolton's opinion of my website, I should probably draw the line a bit clearer.
What Uncle Bogus said about my CV
From a brief read of the CV, I'd deduce the following about Hannah: -
She has confidence problems.
She rarely talks about her own achievements:
- She does not go into detail about her academic qualifications;
- She describes her professional work in terms of teams, not in terms of her own merits and her own contribution to the teams.
- She claims to be a competent user of Office, but relies on Word templates.
- She has SQL experience, but does not hype this up (do you have *any* idea how valuable this is? For example, a qualified accountant with good SQL skills can earn £30K more than an accountant without SQL - I've looked through the job listings at Hot Lizard). So, what level of SQL experience does she have? Is this something she's vaguely heard about and just added it in as a buzzword? This is not clear.
- She has issues with clear communication skills
- if I gave her an interview, I'd dearly love to know why her CV doesn't remotely describe her skills and experience accurately
- she's much better than she's letting on.
In fact, this doesn't really tell me much about Hannah at all. It tells me about the companies she's worked for and the teams she's worked in, but what about her? She claims to have Office experience but the layout of this document belies that; plus, everyone has Office experience these days. She has excellent communication skills; this is backed up by a degree in English from a good university, but what grade did she get? Practiced in consultancy? Her employment history should give solid examples of this (albeit in bullet-point form; just a brief mention of it in a single bullet point about *her*, not her team, would back up this statement). Experienced team leader - again, no mention of this in her employment history! SQL? Where has she used this? Why? Flexibility with different working environments - no mention of this *again*! She needs to explicitly state that she has travelled around the country to dozens of colleges, working with their teams and doing whatever it is she does - this demonstrates teamwork, communication skills, commitment (you'd have to be committed to stay away from home so much), etc.
If she could get to an interview, I don't think she's have any trouble at all getting the job that she wants - she's talkative, intelligent, has plenty of experience and is beautiful (which is always a bonus). Based on this CV, though, I wouldn't give her that opportunity, because it just doesn't tell me anything about her.
She has confidence problems.
She rarely talks about her own achievements:
- She does not go into detail about her academic qualifications;
- She describes her professional work in terms of teams, not in terms of her own merits and her own contribution to the teams.
- She claims to be a competent user of Office, but relies on Word templates.
- She has SQL experience, but does not hype this up (do you have *any* idea how valuable this is? For example, a qualified accountant with good SQL skills can earn £30K more than an accountant without SQL - I've looked through the job listings at Hot Lizard). So, what level of SQL experience does she have? Is this something she's vaguely heard about and just added it in as a buzzword? This is not clear.
- She has issues with clear communication skills
- if I gave her an interview, I'd dearly love to know why her CV doesn't remotely describe her skills and experience accurately
- she's much better than she's letting on.
In fact, this doesn't really tell me much about Hannah at all. It tells me about the companies she's worked for and the teams she's worked in, but what about her? She claims to have Office experience but the layout of this document belies that; plus, everyone has Office experience these days. She has excellent communication skills; this is backed up by a degree in English from a good university, but what grade did she get? Practiced in consultancy? Her employment history should give solid examples of this (albeit in bullet-point form; just a brief mention of it in a single bullet point about *her*, not her team, would back up this statement). Experienced team leader - again, no mention of this in her employment history! SQL? Where has she used this? Why? Flexibility with different working environments - no mention of this *again*! She needs to explicitly state that she has travelled around the country to dozens of colleges, working with their teams and doing whatever it is she does - this demonstrates teamwork, communication skills, commitment (you'd have to be committed to stay away from home so much), etc.
If she could get to an interview, I don't think she's have any trouble at all getting the job that she wants - she's talkative, intelligent, has plenty of experience and is beautiful (which is always a bonus). Based on this CV, though, I wouldn't give her that opportunity, because it just doesn't tell me anything about her.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Greatest Answer Phone Message Ever
Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Xxx, Xxx and Xxx; we can't come to the phone right now, but if you'd like to leave a message, then provided we like you, we'll ring you back. If you are one of those tele-sales people, we hope you get a skin disease, nothing fatal, just something that makes you itch.
Soundtrack of my life - Album 1
I was going to do one of those soundtracks to my life thing and I thought, well how would I go about remembering all the albums and tracks that have followed me thus far? So I thought I would work my way through all my CD's and talk about what they meant to me, where I was when I first heard it, why it's special, and then I thought well christ, that'll just take forever, and as I am lazy and have a short attention span, I couldn't be bothered.
So instead, I though I could do it slowly, have a kind of album of the week thing, and that way only have to write a few lines every so often and that won't bore the pants off me or you.
So, to that end;
Name - SMILE
Artist - Various
Track listing;
Friendship test - Tenacious D
Friendship - Tenacious D
Cheer Up - Reel Big Fish
King For A Day - Green Day
Worst Hangover Ever - The Offspring
You Got A Problem - Fun Lovin' Criminals
Mr. Brownstone - Guns 'n' Roses
Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden
Walkin' On The Sun - Smash Mouth
Little Sister - Queens of The Stone Age
Breakout - Foo Fighters
On Mercury - Red hot Chili Peppers
Sissyneck - Beck
Place Your Hands - Reef
Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone - Gomez
Sunny Afternoon - The Kinks
Ding Dong - Stateside Hombres
I'm Money - Zebrahead
Fat Lip - Sum 41
Razz - Kings Of Leon
You're Speaking My Language - Juliette and The Licks
Rush Hour Soul - Supergrass
Standout Tracks and Why;
Friendship Test/Friendship - Tenacious D
Why? Because it is PISS funny.
Worst Hangover Ever - The Offspring
Why? Because it's how I felt 5 mornings out of 7 all through my 3rd year at uni.
Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden
Why? This is one of my favourite songs in the world and every time I hear it I'm 14 again and I can smell incense. This was during my miserable (and by and large, failed) attempt to be grunge, I bought the boots, the long skirts and XL black T.Shirts, I had black lipstick and Courtney Love was my hero (still is, I love that woman - 'I'm pregnant with Alan Partridges' baby, no I'm not, yes I am, no I'm not, yes I, hang on a minute, who am I? Where am I? Someone pass me a pill....'). My problem was that having been brought up by parents who cared very much that I look respectable, tidy and CLEAN, I just couldn't bring myself to leave the house like that. I used to get so far as the front door and then turn around and get changed again. My mother used to look at me and mumble something about 'why can't she like Chris De Burgh like normal people...?', and my father thought I was the funniest looking person he'd ever seen. Being the surprisingly tolerant people my folks are though, they never asked me to change or take the make up off, they just assumed I would grow out of it, and I did (they did however scream 'TURN THAT RUBBISH DOWN!' from the bottom of the stairs regularly). It still left me with what has so far been a life long love of american punk rock though, and although grunge did die with Kurt Cobain (to be replaced by the cleaner, less hardcore and utterly inferior 'goth') it will always have a place in my heart. And this is a fucking awesome track.
Little Sister - Queens of The Stone Age
Why? No reason in particular, it's quite new so has no memory attached, I just think it rocks.
Place Your Hands - Reef
Why? Every student/festival regular in the country knows why, cheesy nights out, waving your hands in the air and feeling queasy because those dodgy, violently coloured shots which you knew were a bad idea, are just starting to think about re-appearing.......
Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone - Gomez
Why? The only man I've ever been able to have a relationship with and stay friends with after it all went wrong, bought me this album when I was 19. We used to lie in bed in my room in halls all morning and listen to it on repeat. You know when people say youth is wasted on the young (well The Smashing Pumpkins said it) and that young people don't value what they have because they can't comprehend how hard life can get? I don't believe that, I think it's all relative, I think some 17 year old breaking her heart because her boyfriend dumped her has just as much of a reason to be sad as some 27 year old, youth means nothing, pain is pain is pain. The point is that this song, and the album it's from, takes me right back there, squashed in a single bed with the sounds of students crashing down the hall and a wonderful man who was too old for me talking about the importance of a good bass line, when life was a lot simpler, but I knew that even then, and I cherished every moment.
NB - Reading that paragraph back, I don't think it makes very much sense, but sometimes my mind rambles off.
You're Speaking My Language - Juliette and The Licks
Why? This CD was a mix tape (I know it was a CD, but in the spirit of Hgh Fidelity, these things are always mix tapes) made for me by Liz, who I think, like most of my friends, is worried that I am staying away too much, driving too much, working too late, and am generally unhappy. So she made me this CD and it's called 'Smile - For In Car Use On Long And Boring Journeys - And When You Just Need Cheering Up'. I put it in my car on Sunday afternoon, have had it on repeat ever since, and it does exactly what it says on the tin. She put this song on it because I've been banging on about wanting to know what this band sounds like for just long enough for her to be really annoyed and need for me to SHUT UP. Anyway, I love it, it's very Hole-esque (circa 1992), which is exactly what you need in that moment when the traffic jam eases and you can put your foot down again. I can tell you that on the M6 those moments are few and far between and deserve to be celebrated.
So instead, I though I could do it slowly, have a kind of album of the week thing, and that way only have to write a few lines every so often and that won't bore the pants off me or you.
So, to that end;
Name - SMILE
Artist - Various
Track listing;
Friendship test - Tenacious D
Friendship - Tenacious D
Cheer Up - Reel Big Fish
King For A Day - Green Day
Worst Hangover Ever - The Offspring
You Got A Problem - Fun Lovin' Criminals
Mr. Brownstone - Guns 'n' Roses
Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden
Walkin' On The Sun - Smash Mouth
Little Sister - Queens of The Stone Age
Breakout - Foo Fighters
On Mercury - Red hot Chili Peppers
Sissyneck - Beck
Place Your Hands - Reef
Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone - Gomez
Sunny Afternoon - The Kinks
Ding Dong - Stateside Hombres
I'm Money - Zebrahead
Fat Lip - Sum 41
Razz - Kings Of Leon
You're Speaking My Language - Juliette and The Licks
Rush Hour Soul - Supergrass
Standout Tracks and Why;
Friendship Test/Friendship - Tenacious D
Why? Because it is PISS funny.
Worst Hangover Ever - The Offspring
Why? Because it's how I felt 5 mornings out of 7 all through my 3rd year at uni.
Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden
Why? This is one of my favourite songs in the world and every time I hear it I'm 14 again and I can smell incense. This was during my miserable (and by and large, failed) attempt to be grunge, I bought the boots, the long skirts and XL black T.Shirts, I had black lipstick and Courtney Love was my hero (still is, I love that woman - 'I'm pregnant with Alan Partridges' baby, no I'm not, yes I am, no I'm not, yes I, hang on a minute, who am I? Where am I? Someone pass me a pill....'). My problem was that having been brought up by parents who cared very much that I look respectable, tidy and CLEAN, I just couldn't bring myself to leave the house like that. I used to get so far as the front door and then turn around and get changed again. My mother used to look at me and mumble something about 'why can't she like Chris De Burgh like normal people...?', and my father thought I was the funniest looking person he'd ever seen. Being the surprisingly tolerant people my folks are though, they never asked me to change or take the make up off, they just assumed I would grow out of it, and I did (they did however scream 'TURN THAT RUBBISH DOWN!' from the bottom of the stairs regularly). It still left me with what has so far been a life long love of american punk rock though, and although grunge did die with Kurt Cobain (to be replaced by the cleaner, less hardcore and utterly inferior 'goth') it will always have a place in my heart. And this is a fucking awesome track.
Little Sister - Queens of The Stone Age
Why? No reason in particular, it's quite new so has no memory attached, I just think it rocks.
Place Your Hands - Reef
Why? Every student/festival regular in the country knows why, cheesy nights out, waving your hands in the air and feeling queasy because those dodgy, violently coloured shots which you knew were a bad idea, are just starting to think about re-appearing.......
Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone - Gomez
Why? The only man I've ever been able to have a relationship with and stay friends with after it all went wrong, bought me this album when I was 19. We used to lie in bed in my room in halls all morning and listen to it on repeat. You know when people say youth is wasted on the young (well The Smashing Pumpkins said it) and that young people don't value what they have because they can't comprehend how hard life can get? I don't believe that, I think it's all relative, I think some 17 year old breaking her heart because her boyfriend dumped her has just as much of a reason to be sad as some 27 year old, youth means nothing, pain is pain is pain. The point is that this song, and the album it's from, takes me right back there, squashed in a single bed with the sounds of students crashing down the hall and a wonderful man who was too old for me talking about the importance of a good bass line, when life was a lot simpler, but I knew that even then, and I cherished every moment.
NB - Reading that paragraph back, I don't think it makes very much sense, but sometimes my mind rambles off.
You're Speaking My Language - Juliette and The Licks
Why? This CD was a mix tape (I know it was a CD, but in the spirit of Hgh Fidelity, these things are always mix tapes) made for me by Liz, who I think, like most of my friends, is worried that I am staying away too much, driving too much, working too late, and am generally unhappy. So she made me this CD and it's called 'Smile - For In Car Use On Long And Boring Journeys - And When You Just Need Cheering Up'. I put it in my car on Sunday afternoon, have had it on repeat ever since, and it does exactly what it says on the tin. She put this song on it because I've been banging on about wanting to know what this band sounds like for just long enough for her to be really annoyed and need for me to SHUT UP. Anyway, I love it, it's very Hole-esque (circa 1992), which is exactly what you need in that moment when the traffic jam eases and you can put your foot down again. I can tell you that on the M6 those moments are few and far between and deserve to be celebrated.
Regarding the photo
I realised last night that I posted a picture that was composed, at least 50%, of my face and called it 'my favourite picture in the whole world'. Now normally, when I write on this here blog thing, I couldn't give a stuff what any of you people (all 8 of you) think what I write says about me, but in this case I felt I needed to point out that it is not the large image of my strangely out of proportion face that makes it my favourite picture in the whole world.
No.
What makes it my favourite picture in the whole world is that it shows me and my favourite person in the whole world, having a moment that was captured on camera as I tried to take stupid photo's of us being daft one night before we went to sleep. I just think he looks so peaceful and I look happy and that is why it's my favourite picture in the whole world, because it shows the best side of us.
No.
What makes it my favourite picture in the whole world is that it shows me and my favourite person in the whole world, having a moment that was captured on camera as I tried to take stupid photo's of us being daft one night before we went to sleep. I just think he looks so peaceful and I look happy and that is why it's my favourite picture in the whole world, because it shows the best side of us.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
About 10 minutes ago...
He walks into the bathroom, stands nekkid and shouts 'Holy Shit! Come and look at this!', I am sceptical but I go and have a look, he points at an enormous spider in the bath and says 'it's huge isn't it?'
I say 'Jesus, it's huge, please get rid of it',
'Ok,' he says, 'but have you seen the spider?'.
I say 'Jesus, it's huge, please get rid of it',
'Ok,' he says, 'but have you seen the spider?'.
Saturday night's alright for fighting
I embarassed myself this weekend.
I was a BAD drunk.
I'm not normally the bad drunk, I leave that to other people, I tend to just sit back and watch the car crash and normally, normally, I can keep a certain amount of control.
However, last night, apparently I didn't do that....
Indeed, I was the car crash.
Exhibit A - I bit Glenn, and not in a good way, no, no, he pissed me off so I grabbed his arm and bit him.
Quite badly.
Exhibit B - Gareth is a lovely bloke, and he has more or less the same sense of humour as me, but that means that when something is there to take the piss out of, he takes no prisoners. Now given that I, as I have already said, have the same sense of humour, this normally makes for a riotous evening...
Not last night though.
No, last night, I decided to get horribly offended, I had to be taken outside for a walk and a cigarette to try and calm down.
And I don't actually smoke.
I fear I have lessened myself in the face of lovely people, people who did not deserve to have their evening gatecrashed by some weird, mean and curiously violent drunk.
I can only apologise.
Glenn and I are under negotiations to try and work through his discovery of a piss head girlfriend who bit him (I mean, seriously, who the fuck was I?) he is laying a previous incident on the table that I have to let go of and if I never mention it again then he will let last night go (current favourite is either me finding the porn he downloaded on my company laptop, or the fact that I am obsessed with his ex-girlfriend - and not in a good way).
Liz and Gareth are probably at home wondering how they can get out of ever seeing me again (I mean, actually they're probably doing something that isn't about me at all, what with everybody's world not revolving around me and all) but at some point they will have to see me, and even if it's for a small moment, they will look at each other and acknowledge that they are both thinking 'but she bit him... and quite hard...' and I don't blame them... I would probably wonder if it was safe to be alone with me, teeth, and a bottle of Kronenberg Blanco as well.
I've been in a funny place all afternoon, the kind of place where you know that what you really need is a good cry. I have been wondering why I feel like this and I think I can pin it down to, ooh, all of the above? I am so embarrased, ashamed, mortified, my mother would disown me if she ever found out, and as I judge all my behaviour towards others as 'would my mother approve?' that is pretty damning...
I might actually have to move.
To Bavaria.
I was a BAD drunk.
I'm not normally the bad drunk, I leave that to other people, I tend to just sit back and watch the car crash and normally, normally, I can keep a certain amount of control.
However, last night, apparently I didn't do that....
Indeed, I was the car crash.
Exhibit A - I bit Glenn, and not in a good way, no, no, he pissed me off so I grabbed his arm and bit him.
Quite badly.
Exhibit B - Gareth is a lovely bloke, and he has more or less the same sense of humour as me, but that means that when something is there to take the piss out of, he takes no prisoners. Now given that I, as I have already said, have the same sense of humour, this normally makes for a riotous evening...
Not last night though.
No, last night, I decided to get horribly offended, I had to be taken outside for a walk and a cigarette to try and calm down.
And I don't actually smoke.
I fear I have lessened myself in the face of lovely people, people who did not deserve to have their evening gatecrashed by some weird, mean and curiously violent drunk.
I can only apologise.
Glenn and I are under negotiations to try and work through his discovery of a piss head girlfriend who bit him (I mean, seriously, who the fuck was I?) he is laying a previous incident on the table that I have to let go of and if I never mention it again then he will let last night go (current favourite is either me finding the porn he downloaded on my company laptop, or the fact that I am obsessed with his ex-girlfriend - and not in a good way).
Liz and Gareth are probably at home wondering how they can get out of ever seeing me again (I mean, actually they're probably doing something that isn't about me at all, what with everybody's world not revolving around me and all) but at some point they will have to see me, and even if it's for a small moment, they will look at each other and acknowledge that they are both thinking 'but she bit him... and quite hard...' and I don't blame them... I would probably wonder if it was safe to be alone with me, teeth, and a bottle of Kronenberg Blanco as well.
I've been in a funny place all afternoon, the kind of place where you know that what you really need is a good cry. I have been wondering why I feel like this and I think I can pin it down to, ooh, all of the above? I am so embarrased, ashamed, mortified, my mother would disown me if she ever found out, and as I judge all my behaviour towards others as 'would my mother approve?' that is pretty damning...
I might actually have to move.
To Bavaria.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Other Email
Her - sound advice though - you can sleep in the post orgasmic glow then (bestkind of sleep) and orgasms burn calories - BONUS!!! xxxx
Me - Yay! Exercise CAN be fun!
Me - Yay! Exercise CAN be fun!
Him - I just posted a comment.
Me - Are you the one encouraging a bitch fight?
Him - Me? I would never do a thing like that.....
Me - Fucker
Him - With language like that it's no surprise to me that you're about to have a bitch fight with one of your oldest friends. Shame on you Davis.
Me - Bigger Fucker
Me - Are you the one encouraging a bitch fight?
Him - Me? I would never do a thing like that.....
Me - Fucker
Him - With language like that it's no surprise to me that you're about to have a bitch fight with one of your oldest friends. Shame on you Davis.
Me - Bigger Fucker
It's the variety that makes it so very special.
Compare and contrast the following advise I was given today -
Person 1
Step 1: Walk out of the office and locate nearest vending machine.(Important - correct equipment - change us necessary) Step 2: select, from the vending machine, at least 2 very chocolatey items. Step3: Whilst walking back to office, consume first chocolatey item in full. Step 4: Log back into computer. Breathe deeply IN THROUGH THE NOSE filling yourself with air like when you sing (bell out!) Repeat a mantra outloud. Try. "I am calm, Confident, Happy and at ease" before exhaling completely; so that your whole body goes limp. That's good... Great job :) Step 5: Scoff other chocolatey item before 5pm.
Person 2
go back to your hotel, eat m&m's, drink wine and have a wank. sorted.
And I love both of these people more than words can say.
Person 1
Step 1: Walk out of the office and locate nearest vending machine.(Important - correct equipment - change us necessary) Step 2: select, from the vending machine, at least 2 very chocolatey items. Step3: Whilst walking back to office, consume first chocolatey item in full. Step 4: Log back into computer. Breathe deeply IN THROUGH THE NOSE filling yourself with air like when you sing (bell out!) Repeat a mantra outloud. Try. "I am calm, Confident, Happy and at ease" before exhaling completely; so that your whole body goes limp. That's good... Great job :) Step 5: Scoff other chocolatey item before 5pm.
Person 2
go back to your hotel, eat m&m's, drink wine and have a wank. sorted.
And I love both of these people more than words can say.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Must Control Inner Rage
I have just realised there have been two very angry posts recently, I think I can pin this down to the lack of new shoes there has been recently because honestly, work is no worse than usual.
The rambling thoughts of a register generator
Number One - When picking the school of choice for your precious child, ignore league tables, assessment results, exam grades etc etc - Instead do this - Go into the office of your shortlisted educational establishments, ask the finance office which member of administrative staff s/he trusts to provide the statistical data from their registers, then go to this person and ask them this - Can the teaching staff at that school/college/university/playgroup fill in a register? Do they provide the right codes? Can they remember to SIGN it? How many post it notes do they use on average per day providing gentle reminders on how to fill in what is basically a Q&A? If at any point during this conversation the administrative staff say anything like the following; 'well, as teaching staff they think they have more important things to do than worry about this', then RUN AWAY, THIS IS NOT THE SCHOOL FOR YOUR CHILD.
Number Two - If the administrative staff of any educational establishment do not get the information they need then they cannot record it correctly, if they don't record it correctly, the establishments statistics will be incorrect, if they are incorrect, then targets will not be achieved, if targets are not achieved then funding is lost and do not underestimate that every single target will affect your funding in some way, if the funding goes down, standards go down, if standards go down, students will not attend and once the student numbers go down funding falls further and then cuts will be made and those cuts will be first and foremost the teaching staff because there will already be a skeletal administrative staff. DO THE FUCKING MATHS PEOPLE, we're all in it together, so FILL IT IN PROPERLY.
Number Three - Why must people smoke next to open windows?
Number Four - Think I might get highlights...
Number Five - mmmmmm....... Christian Bale......
Number Five - OHMYGODHOWHARDISITTOFILLINTHESTARTANDENDTIMESOFACLASS?
Number Five - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand prozac.
Number Two - If the administrative staff of any educational establishment do not get the information they need then they cannot record it correctly, if they don't record it correctly, the establishments statistics will be incorrect, if they are incorrect, then targets will not be achieved, if targets are not achieved then funding is lost and do not underestimate that every single target will affect your funding in some way, if the funding goes down, standards go down, if standards go down, students will not attend and once the student numbers go down funding falls further and then cuts will be made and those cuts will be first and foremost the teaching staff because there will already be a skeletal administrative staff. DO THE FUCKING MATHS PEOPLE, we're all in it together, so FILL IT IN PROPERLY.
Number Three - Why must people smoke next to open windows?
Number Four - Think I might get highlights...
Number Five - mmmmmm....... Christian Bale......
Number Five - OHMYGODHOWHARDISITTOFILLINTHESTARTANDENDTIMESOFACLASS?
Number Five - aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand prozac.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Realising...
... that the entire festival could be organised for me, and my tent could be four star and I'd still moan about having to camp.
Wanting...
... to go to a festival next year, I am 25 in March 06 so it's time I went back to my roots, regressed a little bit, rebelled againt the corporate stooges who decide what happens in my life most days. I'm going to go away, camp, not moan about having to camp, I will not shower or wash my hair and I will not take my mobile phone.
Regretting...
...not having sex in the library when I was at uni when I had the chance (Ros did, and I was so shocked! Daft little prude that I was).
Marvelling...
... at how I got a degree in English Literature without being able to use The Humble Comma correctly.
Thinking...
... about taking up running, or some form of cardio exercise, because even though I tried to use sex as a substitute for the gym membership I cancelled, and even though it is indeed more fun than running in the rain or swimming in suspiciously smelling public pools, it is not getting rid of the excess weight that has spent the last 5 years creeping up on me. I bloody knew deciding to eat food again was going to come back to haunt me.
Ezzat El Barbary
Apparently he called Moch the other day to ask if I was aware that I had put my name on a post. My actual real name. So I thought I'd put his name on a post to freak him out.
Boo!
Boo!
Monday, September 12, 2005
Memo
Going to have a rant now.
Someone said to me the other week that there are two kinds of thinkers - problem thinkers and solution thinkers, problem thinkers just tell you over and over again about why something is impossible and will decide that there is NO solution and therefore spend all the time they are supposed to be creating a solution just thinking about all the reasons why the solution just won't work. Solution thinkers will realise there is a problem and sort it out, and anyone who works with them might not even know at times that there was a problem because it will be sorted before they know it.
So I would like to just take a moment to talk to the people who are problem thinkers. this is because I am currently working with a whole organisation full of you and I can't actually tell you any of this to your face, I have to be nice and polite and listen to your concerns as if I actually care. What I would really like to say is WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE JUST GET ON WITH YOUR FUCKING JOBS, you get paid to do something, ok? You come to work when you're supposed to, you leave when you're supposed to, you never give anyone one second more of your time than is absolutely necessary (I don't know why, perhaps your time is more important than mine, ARE YOU THE PEOPLE CUTTING ME UP AT ROUNDABOUTS IN YOUR VIBRANTLY COLOURED YET TASTELESS CARS?) and yet you still find that, rather than get on with the job, you have to bitch and moan about why X isn't going to work, why Y is an 'unreasonable expectation', and why Z is the stupidest idea you ever heard in your long and enviable career as a DATA FUCKING INPUTTER. You do what? 7 hours a day? Please, just do what you're asked to do and then go home. I don't understand why this is a problem, you shirk any real responsibility and yet behave as if should you carry out this instruction and the whole process fails, it will be your fault, it really won't be, it will be the person who devised the processes fault, and as long as you can say 'I tried my best' it will never come back on you. So please! Just bloody do it! And whatever you do, don't send emails to people exclaiming that I 'do not appreciate the problem' because firstly, I do appreciate the problem, THE PROBLEM IS WHY I'M HERE, and secondly, the email will eventually end up as part of a stream of emails and I will be copied in on one of them and I will read down and see your obnoxious, self-righteous comments and we can't ever be friends.
Small message to all the solution thinkers - I love you, will you come back to my house and live with me forever?
Someone said to me the other week that there are two kinds of thinkers - problem thinkers and solution thinkers, problem thinkers just tell you over and over again about why something is impossible and will decide that there is NO solution and therefore spend all the time they are supposed to be creating a solution just thinking about all the reasons why the solution just won't work. Solution thinkers will realise there is a problem and sort it out, and anyone who works with them might not even know at times that there was a problem because it will be sorted before they know it.
So I would like to just take a moment to talk to the people who are problem thinkers. this is because I am currently working with a whole organisation full of you and I can't actually tell you any of this to your face, I have to be nice and polite and listen to your concerns as if I actually care. What I would really like to say is WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE JUST GET ON WITH YOUR FUCKING JOBS, you get paid to do something, ok? You come to work when you're supposed to, you leave when you're supposed to, you never give anyone one second more of your time than is absolutely necessary (I don't know why, perhaps your time is more important than mine, ARE YOU THE PEOPLE CUTTING ME UP AT ROUNDABOUTS IN YOUR VIBRANTLY COLOURED YET TASTELESS CARS?) and yet you still find that, rather than get on with the job, you have to bitch and moan about why X isn't going to work, why Y is an 'unreasonable expectation', and why Z is the stupidest idea you ever heard in your long and enviable career as a DATA FUCKING INPUTTER. You do what? 7 hours a day? Please, just do what you're asked to do and then go home. I don't understand why this is a problem, you shirk any real responsibility and yet behave as if should you carry out this instruction and the whole process fails, it will be your fault, it really won't be, it will be the person who devised the processes fault, and as long as you can say 'I tried my best' it will never come back on you. So please! Just bloody do it! And whatever you do, don't send emails to people exclaiming that I 'do not appreciate the problem' because firstly, I do appreciate the problem, THE PROBLEM IS WHY I'M HERE, and secondly, the email will eventually end up as part of a stream of emails and I will be copied in on one of them and I will read down and see your obnoxious, self-righteous comments and we can't ever be friends.
Small message to all the solution thinkers - I love you, will you come back to my house and live with me forever?
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Friday, September 09, 2005
Just read this...
...Blogging is like sex. When you're not getting nearly enough of it you ache to do it and think about it all the time. But when it's flowing freely and you've been at it for a while, it can get a little stale.
Hmmmm, something to think about...
Hmmmm, something to think about...
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Word Verification
It's annoyed me but I've had to turn it on, I don't want my comments facility filled up with rubbish, just type what you see in the box underneath if you want to comment and that saves us all from having to put up with bollocks adverts (although if anyone wanted to post an advert for actual bollocks then I might let that stay).
On behalf of 2 million women.....
..... Please go here -
http://www.ethical-business.com/default.asp?sect=detail&pet=1953
and sign this petition.
When I formally diagnosed in May 2004, after a laparoscopy, I was amazed when I realised the number of women this disease affects. I really want to impress the point of the following paragraph on you -
'A recent survey undertaken by the Endometriosis All Party Parliamentary Group shows that the average time to make a correct endometriosis diagnosis is still increasing, taking on average 8 years from the first time they see their GP about their symptoms. 68% of women were originally told they had another condition prior to correct diagnosis.'
Yet there is no National Endo Week (however crass that sounds), there is no awareness campaign, no one ever goes on GMTV and talks about their 'struggle' with it. When the first consultant I saw mentioned the word to me I had to look it up on the internet to get information because I had never even heard of it. It never even crossed the minds of all 6 GP's I saw before I was FINALLY referred, I am also part of the 68% and was sent away with all kinds of antibiotics over a period of 7 months.
On the up side of it all though, you get to see some really fucking gruesome photographs of your insides when they show you what the laparoscopy found. I bet not many people can say that they woke up one afternoon to find a Consultant Gynaecologist waving photographs at them and saying 'this is your womb... and this is what we found behind it when we moved your womb out of the way....' Oh really! You moved it out of the way! WELL DID YOU PUT IT BACK?!
http://www.ethical-business.com/default.asp?sect=detail&pet=1953
and sign this petition.
When I formally diagnosed in May 2004, after a laparoscopy, I was amazed when I realised the number of women this disease affects. I really want to impress the point of the following paragraph on you -
'A recent survey undertaken by the Endometriosis All Party Parliamentary Group shows that the average time to make a correct endometriosis diagnosis is still increasing, taking on average 8 years from the first time they see their GP about their symptoms. 68% of women were originally told they had another condition prior to correct diagnosis.'
Yet there is no National Endo Week (however crass that sounds), there is no awareness campaign, no one ever goes on GMTV and talks about their 'struggle' with it. When the first consultant I saw mentioned the word to me I had to look it up on the internet to get information because I had never even heard of it. It never even crossed the minds of all 6 GP's I saw before I was FINALLY referred, I am also part of the 68% and was sent away with all kinds of antibiotics over a period of 7 months.
On the up side of it all though, you get to see some really fucking gruesome photographs of your insides when they show you what the laparoscopy found. I bet not many people can say that they woke up one afternoon to find a Consultant Gynaecologist waving photographs at them and saying 'this is your womb... and this is what we found behind it when we moved your womb out of the way....' Oh really! You moved it out of the way! WELL DID YOU PUT IT BACK?!
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Filled this in yesterday
Welcome to the new edition of getting to know your friends. Okay, here's
what you're supposed to do, and try not to be lame and spoil the fun!
Just copy (not forward) this entire e-mail and paste into a new e-mail that
you can send. Change all the answers so that they apply to you.
Then send this to a whole bunch of people you know, INCLUDING the person
that sent it to you. Some of you may get this several times that means you
have lots of friends. (If no one sends it back, it IS NOT A REFLECTION ON
YOU! People are busy!)
1. What is your occupation? Business Consulatant
2. Toilet Paper Roll, Over or Under? under
3. What are you listening to right now? The printer and the annoying woman who never shuts up, SHUT UP ANNOYING WOMAN!
4. What was the last thing you ate? apple
5. Do you wish on stars? no
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? red
7. How is the weather right now? really hot, blue skies and sunny
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Senior Consultant, Freida Butterfield (and isn't that one of the best names you ever heard?)
9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes I have rainforests of love for her
10. How old are you today? 24
11. Favourite drink? Champagne, got through three bottles a few weeks ago
12. Favourite sport to watch? tennis
13. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes, I had blonde streaks when I was at uni, but I'd rather not talk about it if you don't mind, the pain runs deep.
14. Do you wear contacts or glasses? glasses for driving
15. Pets? no
16. Favourite month? august
17. Favourite food? mango
18. What was the last movie you watched? The 40 Year old virgin, don't judge me it was REALLY funny
19. Favourite day of the year? Christmas eve
20. What do you do to vent anger? throw things. at people.
21. Autumn or spring? Autumn
23. Cherry or Blueberry? blueberry
24. Do you want your friends to email you back? always
25. Who is most likely to respond? Liz
26. Who is least likely to respond? Tom, he checks his email once a year and he's already done it this year.
27. Who do you live with? a big gay bear
28. When was the last time you cried? Sunday night when I left home for another week
29. What is on the floor of your closet? clothes I still have not sorted despite moving into my house weeks ago!
30. What did you do last night? worked until 6, checked into the hotel, slept.
31. Favourite smell? freshly baked bread, reminds me of my mother (not that she eats bread, but she likes the smell.
32. What are you afraid of? being alone
33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? spicy
34. Favourite car? maserati spider
35. Favourite dog breed? afraid of dogs, cannot allow myself to love one
36. Number of keys on your key ring? 8, and I can't believe I just counted them.
37. How many years at your current job? 2yrs, 6months
38. Favourite day of the week? saturday, no work and no prospect of work the next day, it's like a little holiday all on its own
39. How many Counties have you lived in? 3
40. How many cities have you lived in? 3
Thanks for taking the time to pass this on!
what you're supposed to do, and try not to be lame and spoil the fun!
Just copy (not forward) this entire e-mail and paste into a new e-mail that
you can send. Change all the answers so that they apply to you.
Then send this to a whole bunch of people you know, INCLUDING the person
that sent it to you. Some of you may get this several times that means you
have lots of friends. (If no one sends it back, it IS NOT A REFLECTION ON
YOU! People are busy!)
1. What is your occupation? Business Consulatant
2. Toilet Paper Roll, Over or Under? under
3. What are you listening to right now? The printer and the annoying woman who never shuts up, SHUT UP ANNOYING WOMAN!
4. What was the last thing you ate? apple
5. Do you wish on stars? no
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? red
7. How is the weather right now? really hot, blue skies and sunny
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Senior Consultant, Freida Butterfield (and isn't that one of the best names you ever heard?)
9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yes I have rainforests of love for her
10. How old are you today? 24
11. Favourite drink? Champagne, got through three bottles a few weeks ago
12. Favourite sport to watch? tennis
13. Have you ever dyed your hair? Yes, I had blonde streaks when I was at uni, but I'd rather not talk about it if you don't mind, the pain runs deep.
14. Do you wear contacts or glasses? glasses for driving
15. Pets? no
16. Favourite month? august
17. Favourite food? mango
18. What was the last movie you watched? The 40 Year old virgin, don't judge me it was REALLY funny
19. Favourite day of the year? Christmas eve
20. What do you do to vent anger? throw things. at people.
21. Autumn or spring? Autumn
23. Cherry or Blueberry? blueberry
24. Do you want your friends to email you back? always
25. Who is most likely to respond? Liz
26. Who is least likely to respond? Tom, he checks his email once a year and he's already done it this year.
27. Who do you live with? a big gay bear
28. When was the last time you cried? Sunday night when I left home for another week
29. What is on the floor of your closet? clothes I still have not sorted despite moving into my house weeks ago!
30. What did you do last night? worked until 6, checked into the hotel, slept.
31. Favourite smell? freshly baked bread, reminds me of my mother (not that she eats bread, but she likes the smell.
32. What are you afraid of? being alone
33. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? spicy
34. Favourite car? maserati spider
35. Favourite dog breed? afraid of dogs, cannot allow myself to love one
36. Number of keys on your key ring? 8, and I can't believe I just counted them.
37. How many years at your current job? 2yrs, 6months
38. Favourite day of the week? saturday, no work and no prospect of work the next day, it's like a little holiday all on its own
39. How many Counties have you lived in? 3
40. How many cities have you lived in? 3
Thanks for taking the time to pass this on!
He said yes!
Hannah
God!? OK, but on the basis that I get a postcard. Agreed? Have fun wherever you might be.
Xxx
God!? OK, but on the basis that I get a postcard. Agreed? Have fun wherever you might be.
Xxx
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
If you were my boss, would you let me go?
Hi Xxx,
I know the deployment is done all the way up to then end of October but I have just been given the opportunity to go on holiday during the half term week in October and I would really like to go..... That's the 24th to the 28th October, 5 days, please can I go, please, please, please.....? The deployment schedule said South Shields and Bolton and I know that I do not play an essential role at Bolton and Xxxxxx should be in STC by then.......?
Up to you, obviously, but I'm sure God would like it if you were to let me go.
Hannah
I know the deployment is done all the way up to then end of October but I have just been given the opportunity to go on holiday during the half term week in October and I would really like to go..... That's the 24th to the 28th October, 5 days, please can I go, please, please, please.....? The deployment schedule said South Shields and Bolton and I know that I do not play an essential role at Bolton and Xxxxxx should be in STC by then.......?
Up to you, obviously, but I'm sure God would like it if you were to let me go.
Hannah
Love is all you need
I'm finding day to day life quite difficult at the moment, work has exploded, it has gone insane, I feel like any control I had on the reigns has been lost and the horse has bolted. I can't decide whether I am floundering on the grass watching it disappear into the distance or if I am bouncing around on it's back trying to get a grip, I hope it's the latter but I fear it's the former.
That said, it's weirdly exhilerating. I've taken half an hour to write this and have some lunch but other than that it's just non stop, the days are flying by and I'm learning new stuff all the time, it's the evenings on my own in the hotel WHERE THE DAMNED GO TO DIE that's the problem.
NB - Going to fgure out how to post photo's on this bloody thing and I'll post a lovely one of my concrete monolith Holiday Inn.
On Sunday I put all the photographs that have been sitting on the memory card in the camera (Canon Powershot A60) onto my laptop where they will sit until I put them onto a CD, where they will sit until I buy a PC (so sometime around 2009 then). But I had a play with the editing suite thing and managed to create oddly arty pictures, all black and white and grainy, there's one of me where I don't even look like me now, so I could well put it on here. I've just got to figure out things like airbrushing and then I could have a whole load of photo's I won't want to throw into the bin the second I look at them.
Glenn's best friend and his wife came down this weekend (his friends wife, not Glenn's wife - THAT would have been an interesting weekend!) and we played with the BBQ, went to Selfridges, trekked across town to watch the football, not in that order. Krispy Kreme has opened in Selfridges, we were asked if we wanted a free doughnut and then somehow ended up buying 12 - None of us know how this happened, but I am all doughnutted out now, don't care if I never have another one, ooh the lemon curd was nice though, yum!
This is just turning into rambling nonsense now. This always happens, I have great ideas for quite brilliant posts at, like, 3 in the morning, or in the car on the way home from work but now I'm sat here and..... bollocks.
That said, it's weirdly exhilerating. I've taken half an hour to write this and have some lunch but other than that it's just non stop, the days are flying by and I'm learning new stuff all the time, it's the evenings on my own in the hotel WHERE THE DAMNED GO TO DIE that's the problem.
NB - Going to fgure out how to post photo's on this bloody thing and I'll post a lovely one of my concrete monolith Holiday Inn.
On Sunday I put all the photographs that have been sitting on the memory card in the camera (Canon Powershot A60) onto my laptop where they will sit until I put them onto a CD, where they will sit until I buy a PC (so sometime around 2009 then). But I had a play with the editing suite thing and managed to create oddly arty pictures, all black and white and grainy, there's one of me where I don't even look like me now, so I could well put it on here. I've just got to figure out things like airbrushing and then I could have a whole load of photo's I won't want to throw into the bin the second I look at them.
Glenn's best friend and his wife came down this weekend (his friends wife, not Glenn's wife - THAT would have been an interesting weekend!) and we played with the BBQ, went to Selfridges, trekked across town to watch the football, not in that order. Krispy Kreme has opened in Selfridges, we were asked if we wanted a free doughnut and then somehow ended up buying 12 - None of us know how this happened, but I am all doughnutted out now, don't care if I never have another one, ooh the lemon curd was nice though, yum!
This is just turning into rambling nonsense now. This always happens, I have great ideas for quite brilliant posts at, like, 3 in the morning, or in the car on the way home from work but now I'm sat here and..... bollocks.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Pictures
Go to Moch's pages and see the only photograph of me in existence wearing a boiler suit. The pictures of Buugy Rallying are there....
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