Blogging for no Reason

I say that because I don't really have much in the way of news, but I think it is bad to not blog so I would rather ramble on about nothing than say nothing. If you get my drift.

So.

At the moment I have tide marks on my boots from being out in the continual downpour that is Guernsey weather today. I popped into town for my cheap xmas stamps and the queue in the post office was horrifique. Everyone had the same idea as me, clearly. I also managed to buy some xmas cards so I will start writing, and hopefully finish writing, tonight.

At the weekend we did not make it over to Jersey, which I was very happy about as I had not a thing to wear and I got lots of shopping done here amonst the evil hoards of town. We also bought and decorated our tree, and put pretty outside lights on the balcony and in the garden. Whilst in the garden Nick discovered that Molly is not burying her human-sized-cat-turds in the flower border anymore but just laying them on the grass lawn. I think it is because the garden is all muddy and she thinks it is one big litter tray, but it is very disgusting and I will have to go out and remove them at some point. And also try to train her to go back to her old poo-zone.

We discovered the delights of Wok Wok on Saturday and feasted on their lunchtime fiver deal, (which was amazingly good value, DO go) and on Sunday we went for cheeseburgers at the Red Onion and coffees at the Swan Inn, which has gone all country pub like with a big roaring fire. Lovely. So we have done lots of eating this weekend, and I didn't make it to the gym. I will have to go tonight I guess, out of guilt.

Our house is all Christmassy and I can't wait to get home. Nick is finally back at work today after a week off, his shingles have receded like the shingle on a beach.

I have decided if I die and come back as another creature I want to be a Whale shark.

What I did today

I fell over in the middle of town today.

yes, I made a twat out of myself but skidding on my oh-so-lovely-but-clearly-have-no-grip boots and hitting the deck while walking down a hilly part of town (Smith St if you know Guernsey) and three people ran over to me to ask if I was alright. How lovely! It made me feel very embarrased but also happy that they cared.

Also, in other news, my cat has started drinking out of the toilet bowl. Yes, I went into the bathroom last night to find a pair of back legs and a swishing tail protruding from the bowl and on further inspection discovered the rest of my cat having a good old drink down below. nice.

We are supposed to be flying across to Jersey this weekend. The flights are all paid for but my hubby still has chicken pox and probably shouldn't go. At the same time its a free trip and the shops are at least different from over here. Haven't decided what to do. Should probably stay and get the christmas tree sorted though if I'm honest.

Unclean! Unclean!

So, weirdly, it turns out that my husband may have shingles. This is basically, for those who don't know (and I sure as hell didn't) adult chickenpox. If you have had chicken pox as a child then it lays dormant in your body and after a period of roughly 25 years it is possibly to have a reoccurance. It is very common and affects about 25% of the adult population. And it is mostly likely to happen when your immune system is rundown or weak. So, he was taking steriods for his bad knee and this may have knocked his immune system slightly, and brought the whole thing on. Anyway! Apparentely I won't get it because I have had chicken pox so can't catch it from someone else but it is contagious to those who have never had it before. Complicated!! He mustn't go near anyone old, very young, pregnant or anyone with a weak immune system.

This is all assuming that it what it is. The doc seemed pretty sure but you never know. He is making him take antivirals to hopefully nip it in the bud. But we are supposed to be going to a Christmas party tonight and I don't know if we should go or not! Its like we've got the plague or something. I feel like we need to go around shouting 'Unclean! Unclean!' ringing bells and wearing tatty Victorian robes. By the way, apart from a very sore tummy Nick is pretty much OK. I am back being nursey again. Also to Molly who has taken it upon herself to have an attack of the sicks the last couple of days.

Sitemeter

Since setting up a free sitemeter on this page, I have discovered:

a) that it is mostly me reading this

b) I am multicultural! It won't tell me who you are but it tells me I have a visitor from Senegal! And also one from Portugal.

As my cosmopolitan readers I'm sure will appreciate, I have been shopping! Yes, again. I think I am one of those women who has an illness and should be slapped around (mentally, of course) on a reality TV show and told to clear out her wardrobe. In the meantime, I will relish the thought of my new hat, coat and boots that I purchased in my lunch hour.

Tonight I get to go to my friends flat for a meal and closely observe two of my friends who seem to be getting together since the other weekend when they snogged in Folies. YAY!

Also, I am having a hot flush as I write this.

Baby!!

Here are Matt, Sarah and baby Oliver David, who looks like the cutest thing since I don't even know what. Massive congratulations are due.

Handbags at Dawn

I found myself being stopped in a supermarket carpark today by a well dressed, cheerful lady. She asked me what 'season' my handbag was from, because she liked the colour and wanted to get one for her daughter. We then had a lovely chat about how old my bag was and how it compares favourably in size to the Chloe Paddington.

Sometimes I really love Guernsey people.

PS I haven't got a clue what season my bag is from. At a guess I would say Autumn, because it is brown. And I still really want the Chloe Betty that I almost bought in Thailand but didn't and then went back the next day and it was gone.

I am feeling quite chirpy about Christmas, as I have completed a fair amount of my shopping. That is, I have got all the main presents, bar a couple of difficult people, and it is still only November. I have to get it finished early this year as we having people over to stay. I have many many food concerns. I am excited though!

And tonight, Miss Moneypenny, I am off to see Casino Royale. My hair is very greasy so I hope I don't see anyone that I know there. (I will see my Dad, who is also coming, but it doesn't matter if my hair is greasy because, lets face it, he's seen far worse over the years in his time being my parent.)

I haven't spoken about Molly for a while. She is fine, and when my Dad saw her the other day remarked on how she seems to be getting fat. It may just be her Winter coat but she does seem more bulky, which is fantastic as she always has been a skinny little runt cat.

My clever husband

Extreme Proudness!

More things to click on I'm afraid! Nick picked up an award at the weekend for being a great reporter. He really should have said that he owes it all to Alan Partridge in his speech! I am such a proud wifey, he really didn't think he would get it.

I had a lazy weekend. Was planning to go over to Herm on Saturday but the torrential rain foiled this plan. I went out to a house party on Saturday night which was very good, in a 1920's way! And yesterday I went around to my Dads house and ate roast lamb. Also went shopping in town and went for lunch with Rachel on Saturday.

Tonight I have a yummsy celebratory meal planned, courtesy of M&S. Mmmm.

First Part of our Wedding Vid!

Clicky Clicky!!

There is sound and everything, and there is lots more video to come, when Nick gets around to it.

Quick Entry

... Ooo er Mrs! Just a quick post because I am at work and have to go on a viewing in a minute. But I went home for lunch and my lovely husband (who is the walking wounded and ill off work) had made me lunch, a pot of tea and had made a proper coal fire.

I am a lucky girl. And I have a very lucky cat who loved the fire even more than she loved the tun mayo that we gave her.

My hubby has started editing our honeymoon video, finally! Males me realise that I never got around to telling the whole honeymoon story on this blog, which I always meant to do. OK, well when I am bored at work next, I will tell the story of Tokyo and Thailand. I had finished California hadn't I? When the video is done I will put it onto Youtube. Our wedding is on there, I will have to find out what the linkage is and put it on here.

Ribena Knee

Hello! Well, I have had a good weekend thanks for asking. I went out on Friday night avec ma mari to Laskas, Christies and then Folies of all terrible places!! I was a bit drunk and found Christies a bit disorientating. they have moved the toilets upstairs and it has all changed around. I think I may have not paid for a bowl of chips in my confusion. Anyway. A funny old night punctuated by, well, my husband did something funny but I don't want to get him into trouble by saying what, but I tried to hold a conversation with a French man and we were playing with one of those glow in the dark lightsticks and tore it open and flicked everyone with glowing liquid. I also visited the Ribshack but luckily no food poisoning.

Saturday was a recovery day, with a bit of xmas shopping thrown in. Sunday was pretty lazy, we had a proper fire and I cooked a mammouth roast dinner. I made cauliflower cheese! But I put too much nutmeg in it and it tasted a bit strange. Our friends Katie & SJ popped around for a cuppa on Sunday afty which was lovely, I hadn't seen Katie since the summer!

Yesterday, Nick went back to the doctors about his knee which was still swollen and hurty. The doc stuck a big fat needle in it and drained a load of ribena out!! Well, he said that's what it looked like. I hope he didn't taste it. And then he injected it with steroids and Nick isn't allowed to walk on it for 2 days!! Drama. So he is at home right now all smug in front of the telly. And I am at work. Sigh.

SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!

NO WAY.

THEY ARE MAKING A SEQUEL TO THE DARK CRYSTAL.

Click here.

I may just have to be sick. It's called 'The Power of the Dark Crystal', and Brian Froud is still onboard for the design.

THAT'S SO COOL!!!!!!!!!

JHTM Rules

I used to love Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, it is a little bit sick though, mwah ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrr

Yes!

I don't feel so bloated today.

I went to the gym jam at lunchtime to have my 6 week check in. I have gone down from 24.9 to 24.0 % body fat! This is despite the putting on half a stone. So hopefully it is muscle after all, which is SUCH a relief. The lady also calculated how many calories I can eat a day without putting on weight and it has gone up by 20 cals!!! Hurrahs that's another half a biscuit per day without guilt! See, it is worth doing exercise for the eating of extra food that comes with it.

Reading the above back, I do come across a a shallow, weight obsessed loon don't I. Sigh.

Hiiiiiiiii ya!

Would you like another Piece of Pie M'Lord?

I have a hankering for a chicken pie. I will see if the local supermarket can deliver.

I did go to the gym - for 2 whole hours! OK half an hour of that was sitting in the lounge area eating satsumas and reading Cosmo but if they will have a comfy sitting/reading area then what do they expect!?

My weekend was mostly, apart from lurking at the gym, spent playing Resident Evil 4 and hoovering. We had a proper coal fire on Saturday! It was far too hot but still! We slowly roasted ourselves in front of it and Molly turned into a puddle of warm happy cat. There is nothing in the world as comforting as an open fire and a purring cat.

What is all this I hear about Madonna's new baby having a myspace already?

My plans tonight involve eating chicken pie, playing Resident Evil and maybe, just maybe, watching a little bit of 'I'm a celebrity, get me out of here'. Although we wll know the first episode will be a load of shit, with Ant & Dec drawing out their arrival in the jungle to the length of a full hour. It only gets good when they have to swim with leeches etc. I look forward to some celebrity blood draining action!

A morning of fuzz

I really REALLY did not want to get out of bed this morning.

My voice has dropped an octave. I sound like a man.

I am currently sat at my desk at work and yes IT'S A SATURDAY!! That, as ever, means that I have exactly zero else to do but sit here as we all know that the general public hasn't cottoned on to the fact that my office is open on a Saturday morning.

I am just planning what I am going to do when I finish, which is at 1pm. I am toying with the idea of spending an hour at the gym, as I need to wash my hair and they provide the most wonderful shampoos there. I also have to pop out and feed a friends cat, and I was contemplating starting my christmas shopping. It seems a bit keen to be doing that thought, its only November for chrissake! If Mr N is at home I will probably partake of some Resident Evil 4 with him. We are well into it now and have collected many treasure items, and have maps and guns and stuff. So far there are no zombies, just evil villagers with pickaxes and chain saws. Its a bit Deliverance.

Went out for a drink and a curry last night with SJ, Mike, Ed and another chap who I think was called Luke. Was all very nice. Earlier in the week we had Katherine & Johan round for a few drinks as she is off to London town this weekend. Johan taught Mr N to make proper Mohjitos as he used to work in Laskas and is full of cocktail knowledge. An excellent guest to have around the place, he can certainly come again.

Other things I did in the last few days include trying and failing miserably to cook a piece of plaice. It was rubbish, or rather, I was rubbish at cooking it.

I feel really really bloated. Bleurrr. Eating a big plate of curry and naan bread probably didn't help matters. Shall I go and have another cup of tea. Yes.

PS This is how I feel right now:

PPS Just inadvertanatly found a website through that picture. Check out these beauties.

I have a new thing...

.... that I find myself staring at and wondering if I am wasting my life away.

MOVING CLOCK

I found it on b3ta the other day.

Just a little while ago, before I was sat here back at my desk, I attempted to go on a viewing to a property about as far away from my office as it is possible to get on this very little island. I arrived. I had the wrong key. I left a note for the viewers and pegged it back to the office to get the correct key. I arrived back after keeping them waiting for over half an hour, they are on their lunch break and a little miffed, which is fair enough. I started to go into explaining why I had the wrong key (in a nutshell, a badly written diary entry which was entirely my fault and blah blah) but they really weren't interested. 5 minutes later my next couple to view the property arrive. In a nutshell, the house wasn't suitable for either of them and I was more than a little bit stressed by the end of it.

What is more annoying is that 9 times out of 10 I will actually double check the key before I head out the door and I remember considering doing that but I was running late so didn't bother.

I have just been googling and scaring myself on health websites, convincing myself that I have various diseases.

I'm off to eat an orange and ward off winter colds and worse!

Irish Catholic Wedding!

Howdy diddly doo dah. How annoying I am being.

Recap:

Thursday flew to Southampton and stayed the night at the in-laws

Friday Drove up to Essex to attend the Church rehearsal at 11:00. Arrived just in time. It all went OK so then we spent the afternoon helping out the groom (James) by going with him to collect the suits and carting the wine to the hotel and other bits and pieces. After a few drinks out at a local pub we went back to his flat and to bed, after he & Nick enjoyed a serious bout of the new Resident Evil game. I declined to play as every time I do I end up getting shouty.

Saturday James & Donna's big day. Helped iron the dress shirts for James, Nick and the ushers Steve and Alon. Nicks jacket split at the seam!! So I had to do some last minute sewing. I got dressed. I ended up wearing a black Spanishy sort of skirt and pink silk top from Warehouse with a baby pink wrap I borrowed from Nicks Mum and a spectacular pink hat that I borrowed from Donna. The hat was excellent. I have never worn a hat to a wedding before, it made me feel very grand.
So, then to the Church. I was sat next to Nick on the front row! (Every must have thought I was a VIP what with the hat and all.) The bride arrived looking AWESOME. In a brilliant Jordan-esque massive dress that she somehow pulled off to spectacular effect. She could hardly get down the aisle! Sparkles. It was a Catholic ceremony and the vicar was very strict. He even told Nick off when he went up with the rings for using a videocamera, in the middle of the ceremony! Donnas family are mostly Irish and Catholic.
The reception was at a nearby hotel and was all rather grand with a lovely meal, speeches and then Irish dancing with a live band. I tried to get up for a dance with Nicks Dad and our group got it totally wrong and were skipping when we were supposed to be circling and it was a complete shambles but very funny. I met a load of Nicks old mates from Southampton who were absolutely hilarious. Eventually I drank myself sober and my feet were killing me so I sloped off to watch telly and drink water while Nick kept on partying into the wee hours. Nicks speech, by the way, was very good I thought. Although he thought it wasn't.

Sunday up for breakfast then drove back to Southampton. A very lazy day.

Monday Went into Southampton town centre for some shopping in the morning then popped to Winchester for lunch and to go a craft fair (bought some very overpriced but gorgeous pate) and see Nicks sister at work. Flew back to Guernsey in the evening. Horrible flight with a full packed plane which was far too hot. Home to a very loud, whingy cat who would not leave us alone. Had a lovely hot bath and early night. Nice to be back.

Oi'm Off

I got up early and packed this morning and I'm off to Southampton. Apart from my passport and toothbrush which I have just remembered. {** writes mental note to remember these two things when gets home later}

So, anyway, went to the gym again after yesterdays evil scales results. Am now slightly suspicious of the machines there that they are making me fat/muscular and that their water machine is full of steriods. I had a bit of a workout then went for a swim but there were other people in the pool (I know, how DARE there be other people!) and it was all a bit splashy so I didn't stay long and went home. Watched a bit of Torchwood then went to bed. I know, aren't you glad you know what I did last night. I also ate some chicken and bacon with mustard and honey which I put on top of some salad and with french fries on the side. Very gastronomical.

I am a bit panicy that I have two possible outfits for this weekend's wedding but no possible coat to match either and it is worrying cold today. Its going to be even colder in Essex! I went into New Look yesterday lunchtime and they have coats for £50, a cream one and a black one which would both do, but apparentely one shouldn't wear black at weddings!? This is bad luck or something? And cream is so pale! Arrrrrrrrgh. I guess I can buy one then take it back if I change my mind. But I would wear the black one more often but it is bit weird from the back and makes my arse look funny..... and the sleeves on the cream one are slightly too short but it looks really good on..... aarrrghearkentlehtjeabykjybtttyyy. Bleh. BLeeeeeeeee. I have a runny nose as well. I might just go in there today and snot all over both coats in my frustration. That'll show em.

New stuff! New Stuff!

I have been fannying around with my blog and I have added loads more links to my favourite things for your viewing pleasure.

Scroll down and left a bit.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnyway. I weighed myself this morning and the result was tres horrifique. Barry from the gym said to me that I might put on weight during the first few weeks and not to worry because it would all be muscle but seriously! You can't expect me to be happy about this Barry. We are going to have to have words...

It might have the slightest bit to do with the fact that since I've been going to the gym I have also been eating more, telling myself its OK to have takeaways/chocolate/meals out as I am sure to burn it all off. Hmmm. Double hmmm.

PS If I have left you out of my linkie list I am sorry I forgot you. I lost my old list totally so had to do it off the top of my head. But send me your site and I'll put you on.

An hour lost!

I forgot to say, we completely forgot about the clocks going back at the weekend.

We got up in our hotel, went down to breakfast... managed to check out of the hotel after a game of scrabble in the lounge... dumped the hire car.... got to the airport check-in and NO ONE bothered to tell us. Apart from the teenager at the check in who just said "oh, you're really early". Then it hit us that we both could have stayed in bed another hour in a Sunday. Gutted.

Even more gutted to realise we had had to cut our scrabble game short to get up to the airport on time. Luckily we got the keys back for the hire car so we killed an hour in a pub in the town centre. And I nearly ran over a chicken but that's a whole other story. We ended up chatting to a rather weathered old couple from Alderney in the pub who remembered coming back to the island after the Second World War. Harsh times.

Nick is off work and he has made the house all smelly and mustysome. I got home at lunchtime and all the curtains were drawn, he was still in his dressing gown and there was a pile of VHS tapes all over the lounge floor. Men. They are so rubbish.

All - de - Knees

Hello chums. I haven't posted for a week, what a drag but work has been very busy as we had people away last week and I actually had to concentrate pretty hard on my job. But don't worry, I'm back to normal now and can daydream to my hearts content.

I had a fairly normal week with two nice meals out with various mates, then on Friday Nick whisked me off to Alderney for two nights to stay at the Braye Beach hotel. We flew in an Islander plane which was brilliant! Just like a funfair ride! And you get such amazing views of the islands as you nip across.

The hotel was gorgeous. Check out its loveliness here, mmm. We had the place to ourselves on Saturday night so they allowed us to watch whatever films we liked in their cool cinema, which was basically like something out of Cribs on MTV. Cool. Alderney is really beautiful and I loved it. Nicks knee was a complete buggeration though and he had to go for an xray this morning as it was really swollen. But we couldn't really walk anywhere so we ended up bombing along the tracks in an old Peugeot that smelt like wet dog and old ladies drawers. Fun!

Ahh, well that is all for now, I am back at work for 4 days before going off to Chigwell, Essex this coming weekend.

**Disclaimer**

I would just like to point out that I realise my spelling is bloody awful on this blog. And every now and then I read back through my previous entries and cringe. Its not because I don't know how to spell, I'm simply too lazy to spell check at the time and I'm a crap typer.

Case in Point: Vension instead of Venison in the last post? Vension sounds like it should be a proper word for something, it has a nice ring to it. Like Tension but with added bile.

I went home at lunchtime out of guilt and ironed 5 of Nick's shirts. Karma is thus partially restored.

More Fine Dining

Dontchaknow.

We tried out Christophes restaurant yesterday lunchtime. First Impression: Intimidating French sounding waiters that didn't understand that when one is hungover one cannot handle posh black tea but infact just would be happy with a mug of PG. Sigh. The food was very good, although we got a shitty comment from another one of the waiters when we announced that we wouldn't be partaking in any bottles of wine. I think from our pale/ bleak complexions he should have realised that having wine would probably kill us off.

However, the food was very nice as I said. Vension, celeriac and suchlike.

Saturday night was a bit of a mystery. I was at a party then somehow woke up the next morning in bed. Did somebody spike my drink? I have never had a total blackout induced by alchohol before. It must be the age. I felt surprisingly OK on Sunday once I had cleaned up the specks of vomit on the lounge carpet. And my only injury was a small mark on my right knee. As I say, bit of a mystery. Rachel came around on Sunday night and played me back a voicemail message I had left her at some point during my memory lapse. I am saying "hello? Hellooooo? I can't hear you? Am not drunk just my eyes and blurry...". Apparentely I didn't realise it was answerphone and was having a one sided conversation with her machine. Anyway, I'm not proud to have got that wasted and I owe Nick a lot for getting me home in one piece and leaving a saucepan by the bed for me to hurl into. Don't worry readers, I didn't sully the saucepan. Apparentely I was making people watch Heman cartoons at one point. Even when drunk I still have impeccable taste.

So folks, no more binge drinking for me. Tonight I am out again at another restaurant for a tennerfest, again. Then next weekend I am going to stay in a posh hotel in Alderney!! I've never been to Alderney. I have visions of windy hilltops, golf courses and concentration camps. But the hotel we're staying in has a cinema!! Nick has arranged it all. As I say, he is far too good for me. I couldn't even manage to iron a workshirt for him yesterday.

Lost the New Series!!

Came home last night after an hour or so pounding away at the gym to find my husband had a fantastic surprise for me. The first three episodes of Lost Season 3! As most of my readers know, I am addicted to this television show almost to the point of a religious cult. My disappointment knew no bounds 2 weeks ago when I thought I had the first episode only to find it did not play on our DVD player. The horror! The complete disappointment! So this made it all the more exciting to have the first three which we knew would work.

So after a hurriedly cooked pizza and a glass or two of wine we sat down to enjoy it. 5 minutes in and the phone goes, my Dad's partner with an annoyingly important conversation about stuff I cannot mention here. But it involved me then having to go into the internet to look something up for her and call her back. All the time with the telly on PAUSE and Nick pulling faces at me in his angst.

After all that disruption and disappointment we finally sat down and watched the first 2 episodes. We have saved the third, namely because my husband fell asleep. They were mostly about the Others and what happens to Jack, Kate & Sawyer after they are captured. There are quite a few scenes shot from the Others point of view but you are still left guessing, of course. But they are such meanies! I just want Sayid to come and kick all their asses whilst riding a polar bear and surrounded by evil black fog which he can somehow mind-control. I think I might be waiting in vain for that to happen.

This evening I have a party to go to!! And, also, I have to think about making a card for our friends wedding this afternoon. I have decided something home made would be appropriate and I am going to head to a craft shop to buy some card and sequins. I think sparkly might be the way to go, seeing as its a wedding and all.

I realise I am coming across as come kind of big geek/restaurant critic (see last post) and apologies for this.

I burnt my hand last night trying to shove pizza into the hot oven without oven gloves on, and weirdly, Nick also burnt his shoulder yesterday morning on our evil heated towel rail. So we are both suffering. Him a little more so than me.

Hooray Hooray Hooray

I have been emailing my big sister to and fro this morning and she and her husband are coming to stay with us for New Years Eve! What excellent news.

Last night we had a truly excellent meal out at the Cafe du Moulin with their tennerfest menu. Gorgeous, fabulous food and highly enjoyable. The final bill worked out at about £25 per head because they charge extra if you want 3 courses and with drinks and coffees etc it soon added up but saying that we were all more than happy to pay. Its somewhere I would definitely go again for a special occasion or maybe next years tennerfest! We got completely bloody lost finding the place but hey ho. They must be used to folk arriving late all the time because they all get lost. Bloody diversions!

I haven't got much to do this afternoon after a fairly busy morning. I finished my book the other night, the Impressionist which was a really good read. One of the better books I have read recently. I have now started on Deception Point which is the only Dan Brown I haven't read. So far so cheesy and fast paced. My friend Rachel likens his books to Bruce Willlis movies, quite simple but highily enjoyable every now and then.

I'm going to go now and think of things to organise for New Years Eve. Ciao Bella!

Gah - stupid blog

I wrote an entire blog entry yesterday and my blog ate it.

Had a lovely evening last night around at my friend SJ's house. She had a masseuse come around and we all took it in turns to have 30min massages. Bliss. Along with garlic bread, pizza and rose wine, what more could a girl want? And she worked out the knot in my shoulder which is amazing.

Tonight we are off to try a tennerfest, I will report back if its any good!

I have been onto the history matters website and recorded a day of my life from 17th October. If anyone has some free time it is a really interesting project and I would urge you to join in. All you have to do is write what happened to you on that day and they keep a record of it.

Green Fingers

I've planted some daffodil and narsissus bulbs in amonst all along the cat-shitty borders in my garden. I wonder if they will sprout, and if they do, will they smell of poo? I figured that cat poo is a good sort of thing so I'm utilising it as a fertilizer. There were a couple of crisp white ones that I lobbed over into next doors wasteland with my trowl - don't tell! Its an overgrown building site so they'll never know.

Also, I successfully looked after the dog. It survived, and my Dad and his partner brought me a gift of some yummy French pates to say thankyou.

I spent the weekend eating lots of food, sleeping and watching lots of telly with Rachel. We watched the Japanese original version of 'The Grudge' (verdict: scary- don't watch it! It freaked me out good and proper.) A My Little Pony film and the Heman/Shera film, which was EPIC!!! So so cool. We also watched the last Jane Eyre which was lovely.

All in all, a good weekend. And hubby's back tonight after the stag party.

Acheivement of the Week

On Tuesday night I learnt me how to give an injection to a dog! My folks are away this weekend so I am in charge of not letting their half blind, hoarse, diabetic, smelly old spaniel die. This means injecting him every 12 hours and administering special amounts of food periodically.

(I love him really, apart from when he farts/slobbers on me.)

Anyway, it was lots of fun and I got to tap at the needle first like in Casualty to check for air bubbles. You can kill someone like that you know if there are air bubbles. I remember it from a Christopher Pike book.

In other news, Nick is off to Budapest tonight for this stag weekend, complete with his still swollen knee! He has an elastic bandage thing to wrap around it. And I had three people compliment me on my Warehouse coat yesterday when I wore it. Money well spent then!

My First Birthday

I've been blogging for a year! I surely deserve this rather pixillated Sponebob Squarepants birthday cake.

Go me.

In other me-related news. I am going to my Dad's for spag bol tonight, mmmmmm. He makes it so well. And I have treated myself to 2 things from Amazon today, the new Scissor Sisters CD (I know I can get it free on their myspace but I love them and I want a proper tangible object to fondle!) and also the old feature length Heman/Shera film, 'The Secret of the Sword'. Anyone wanted to disown me now may do so freely. But I love it and I don't care. I've wanted it for ages. Have also been thinking about getting some Monty Python box sets as they are so so good but its a bit of an unjustifiable expense. We'll see.

I'm also getting my wild hair tamed on Saturday, a good old chop and colour job, haven't been since before the wedding at the start of July so its allowed. I spent a depressing lunch hour feeling hideous in Monsoon yesterday sqeezing into dresses and having to wrestle them off again in the changing rooms so I need a boost. Since going to the gym I think I have put ON weight. Not fair. I haven't got an outfit yet for James & Donna's wedding in less than a months time. Well, I have my new Warehouse coat but at the moment I'll be wearing that and nothing else. Which could work if it was a fetish themed wedding but I think her family's Roman Catholic.

Nicks knee is still sore and he's off to Budapest on Thursday night for a stag weekend (the same guys whose wedding we're off to) .... Oh dearie me.

Greatest Quiz Ever

Click on ME for hours of stress. If you haven't seen this already, may I introduce you. Warning: It's very annoying. I have got all but 2 of them and the final 2 are driving.... me..... MAD!!

Arse and Lost Season 3

Yes, its a Saturday and yes I am working again and yes with a hangover. How history repeats itself. There is an irony in here somewhere... I can feel it.

What was I saying? Well its not really a bad hangover as I didn't drink all that much. I had the most surreal evening last night, it really was quite bizarre. I think I shall recount the story to you.

It started off after work quite well with a quick trip to the gym with SJ who has also joined up. We had a lovely swim.

Then Nick had told me we were going to his mates flat for a meal (a girl who he works with and her boyfriend) and they were picking us up at 7. It's about 6:45 when he announces that we are, in fact, being picked up but NOT being taken to their place. Instead it appeared that I was being taken to a persons house who was an old work colleague and now retired. Apparently it was to have one drink there before going back for a meal at theirs. All quite normal. They told me he had been asking for ages for them to pop round so tonight we were all going en masse for a quick drink but with the excuse that we have to go back for a meal so can't stay for long.

We arrive through a large gated entry - I think, this is a rather big house. He must be well off? No. Its an old peoples home. We are met by a foreign lady (who I am not introduced to) and she walks us around the grounds to a far flung cricket pavillion, in which we find our old fellow. He is sat there in blazing spotlights with a middle aged lady and a youngish lad in a suit. Laid out on two circular tables are about 60 bottles of red and white wine, a bucket load of crisps plus various twix bars and marshmallows. It is all a bit strange. I am introduced. We sit down. We suss out the situation and decide the only thing for it is to get cracking on the wine. Are we the first to arrive and there are lots more people coming? In fact, two more people come. We sit around, not knowing anyone but getting steadily drunker by the minute shivering as I expected to be sat in some cosy old mans lounge and am dressed in a little lightweight shirt. The carer brings me a cricket jumper. I decide this looks good on me and later on go home with it. From what I can suss he was expecting a lot more people to turn up and none of them had come. So we sit around until about 9pm until the host announces that he is off to a pub for a meal and we are turfed out.

Then we go back to our friends house for a lovely tapas style meal with lots of yummy interesting food and wine. We stayed there drinking and chatting until about 11:30 when we ordered a taxi to go into town to join a town pub crawl for a mates 30th birthday. But while running towards the taxi in the dark Nick tripped over a low carpark chain and went flying on the concrete. I won't go into the details of how horrible that was to see him go flying like that but we had to go straight home and his knee is pretty busted up and he was in agony. I put ice on it and gave him painkillers and put him to bed but today its still pretty painful. We might have to go to the doctors later on.

Oooh my Dad has just popped into the office and distracted me from my story! He's gone again now. That's OK, I think I was pretty much at the end anyway.

PS. For all the Lost addicts out there, I have the first episode of Season three. I have only watched the first 2 minutes but OH........ MY........ GOD. Looks good. Watching the rest tonight.

My Pooters being a Bugger

It keeps kicking me out of blogger but I'm HERE NOW and it's not getting rid of me.

Anyway, thankyou for those ideas. I have joined Whyguernsey.com and will have a play on it when I have a quiet little moment. Also that book sounds interesting so will give that a go. Actually, I have started reading an excellent book that I discovered gathering dust in Oxfam the other day. It's called The Impressionist and it's by Hari Kunzru and well, anyway, its very very good and 10/10 so far.

Anyone catch the new Cracker last night? I was a die hard fan of the old series and I must say I was a mite disappointed by the new episode last night, but saying that Robbie Coltrane still rocked.

I'm just kicking my heels waiting around for a 5:30 viewing and as it's gone 5pm I refuse to do any actual work. Tonight we're gym-ing and Christies-ing for Aimees birthday.

Oh yeah, on Saturday I had a finger prick and had my glucose, cholesterol and blood pressure tested. Woooooooo! I am very healthy apparentely. Somehow a diet of Mars bars and pasta bakes has made me a very healthy girl! I also stayed in on Friday night when Nick went with Ben who was back just for the one night. But I made it out to the Cornerstone on Sat to see Isla & Gary. Apart from that I slept, did housework and watched telly all weekend. Go me. Didn't get as wasted as lat weekend, have decided to be a shining example of moderation from now on.

Ahh tis twenty past and I have to go up Valnord.... bye bye

Anyone...

... know any good films / book / websites?

I am bored and in need of new stuff to fill my brain up.

And Lord Save me from Myself

Well at least I'm not bored anymore. Embarrased... ashamed... but not bored. I have been told that I was way out there on Saturday night and doing things that I don't have any memory of by my husband. Not good. Not good because I have always poo pooed the idea that you forget things when you are drunk, I have always kept quite a decent memory of nights out, even when at my most blasted. But not this weekend. Either somebody spiked my drink or I am getting too old for this. I dare say its the latter.

It started in the Red Onion, we didn't arrive until about 11pm as we'd been at home entertaining my in-laws who had recently arrived on the island. I was well oiled by the time I left the flat but certainly not loopy/deranged at that point. The Red Onion was its usual classy self, saw a few old school buddies that I hadn't caught up with for nearly a decade. By this point I was well on my way and asked one of them how her baby was. ("He's 9 years old now Sam" was the answer.) It was raining heavily and to add dramatic emphasis there was also thunder and lightning. Ooooooooh, storminess.

Well that's where the blurriness starts, we left the Red Onion and I have memories of visiting both Barbados and Folies, of stroking a plastic kestrel and a few other bits and pieces. but Nick's filled me in - apparentely I let a big black man put his arms around my waist on the Barbados dance floor which I found hilarious for some reason and I invited a girl called Anna back for a few drinks to our flat but fell asleep as soon as she sat down and left poor Nick up chatting to her when he doesn't know her at all.

But no bones were broken or wallets lost. All I can say is I had a killed hangover yesterday and had to try and pull myself together for the sake of our visitors. I managed to get through a three course lunch at the Fermain Valley Hotel (which btw is GORGEOUS and cost only £14.95 - if you haven't been you really must make the effort) without vomiting and we saw one of those hummingbord moths that my blogging friend Catherine has been going on about. And then I curled up on the sofa for about 7 hours. Daughter-in-law duties will commence shortly.
Also, I have developed a weird second pulse in my left ear, but that seems to have gone again today. Hmmm.

Lord save me from Boredom

Ach, its another Saturday at work. I dragged myself up out of a warm bed and left Nick asleep in it, had a long shower which made me late and I've had to come in with still-wet hair.

Before I left I also had to deal with the three piles of cat sick left dotted around the hallway. Poor Molly she seems to get furballs SO often. Nick grooms her all the time and I always mash up her food with a fork but it just doesn't seem to make much difference. The vet gave me some laxatives for her but I don't really like to give those to her.

So anyway, I'm a bit tired, more than a bit bored, and also hungry because I didn't have time for any breakfast. Counting the minutes until 1pm...

Nick went out the other night so I stayed in and watched 'Battle Royale', an excellent film which if you haven't seen it you really must. Its Japanese (with subtitles) and is set in the near future, when Japanese youth culture has become out of hand and the young aren't respecting their elders. So the Government decide that there will be an annual lottery to choose a class of children to make and example of. This class are drugged on a coach while they think they are being taken on a school trip and wake up on an island all wearing strange dog collars. The premise is that they have 3 days to kill everyone and there can be only one survivor or else the collars will explode, killing them all. OK, its a little bit dated but its sickly funny, black humour at its best and it really puts you in the place and makes you think 'what the hell would I do if I had to kill all my friends just to stay alive?' Nasty. Also, there is a really fit guy who plays a complete psycho, not that I'm into psychos but he was fit.

I've been playing around on myspace (I have a page! Check out the link to 'my other website') and thanks to my mate Tabilda I've found some really funny blogs to read. Girl with a one track mind is very good.

Click here for some genius entertainment. Ben Stiller rocks.

Some gratuitous cat for your Friday afternoon

If I did this to Molly she would have one of her freak outs. We actually tried to give her an orange helmet the other night, but she was most against the idea.

Do you know...

I have inadvertently passed the 200th blog mark without so much as a by or leave? This makes me feel pretty much the same way I felt when I passed the 100 mark. A little bit proud and more than a little bit geeky.

Anyway, somehow I'm up to 210 and still going strong. Time will tell if I can keep up the pace but I think that unless I change jobs then I'm likely to keep on going. Seeing as I have so much spare time and unlimited use of the internet. My boss doesn't know how to switch on the computers, let alone surf the web.

Yesterday I went to the gym after work for another work out. We are starting slowly, due to the fact we are both unfit and don't want to shock our systems into cardiac arrest, and going up by about 5 minutes each time we visit. So, at the moment we are doing 35 minute workouts. By workout, I'm not sure if we're doing exactly the right thing but we are getting hot and sweaty so I guess we're along the right lines.

And then I went off to see the Black Dahlia at 9:15, which is a ridiculous time to start a film and it was all I could do to keep my eyes open. But because it was a very good film I just about managed. It is very well shot with lots of pretty scenery and contains very sexy people. The plot is fairly followable and not exactly shocking but there are a few good twists and turns. It was nice to see Hilary Swank dressed feminely and not as a dirty little boy for a change. She looked hot, but not as hot as Scarlett, and they were both superseeded by the hottness of Josh, who I have not previously fancied but now I do.

Supercalafragalisticexpealludocious

Its Wednesday already, that's half a week just gone in a flash. And we've got what I can now officially call the 'IN-LAWS' around this weekend for a few days. So you know what that means - I have to put my tidy hat on and blitz the place before they arrive. But that's fine cos its quite tidy.

I found some little paw prints up my white wall the other day - we have this big Thai embroidery wall hanging up and it looks like Molly had been jumping up at it while we were out. I hope she doesn't ruin it! I remember when I was a bridesmaid for my friend Catherine, I had the bridesmaid dress in my spare room hanging up on the back of the door in a clear plastic carrier. Anyway the carrier was open at the bottom and she climbed into it and started clawing at the dress because I wasn't paying her enough attention. I think I was drying my hair at the time. Luckily there were only a couple of small snags in it - it was a silk dress you know.

Off to the gym again then I have to cook a dinner with no carbs because our instructor says having carbs after a work out is bad. So I'm planning a tuna salad with carrots and eggs, kind of a nicoise but without the new potatoes and olives cos I don't have any. A poor mans nicoise if you like. I just hope it fills us up because we both are complete hoovers when it comes to food.

Then I'm planning to go to the Mallard to see the Black Dahlia, which looks quite good actually. I will let you know!

Oh you Lucky People - More Wedding Pics!

My big sis and cousin Nicky

My cake ROCKED!!

Me, sis and cousins under a leafy tree

The String Quartet - courtesy of Penny

Awww, she's so pretty.

Say Cheeeeeeeeeeeeese!

More Cheese...

A fresh slab of stilton.

More gymmy gym gym

SO we went again last night and twas hardcore. I had sweat marks on my stomach for godssake.

Thinking about Black Dahlia-ing this week some time with Rachel possibly.

Arrrrrr, shiver me timbers etc etc tis talking like a PIRATE and stuff today- ha harrrrrrrr!

Had a great fantastic weekend.

Friday night went out for a very civilised meal with Sue & Laurie and drinks afterwards. Tried not to get too carried away with the fact they've just got engaged and its all very exciting.

Saturday night a girlsome soiree at Sarahs flat. She is 8 weeks away from giving birth and we are all slightly in awe. We all sat around, ate junk and watched the final of Maria on BBC1. Then as only Amay & I were drinking we managed to polish off all the booze in the house and ended up tottering into town to meet up with Sig & Gareth then all back to our place until about 4:30. ZZzzzzz. My terrible guilty secret from that night is that.......



I smoked.



I know, horrendous ... hideous.... awful.

But it won't happen again because I felt to disgustinglyupset with myself afterwards. Gross gross gross. I could smell it on my fingers the next morning. I'm very disappointed in my drunk self because I hadn't had a fag since New Years Eve.

Ah well onwards and upwards.

Alex & Jess's Wedding in St Ives!

Itsh only muddy Friday

Yays and big ups for the weekend.

A quiet few days... lots of sleep and TV and we're going to the gym then out for a meal tonight. Food. Mmmmmm.

Watched the new episode of Extras last night guest starring Orlando Bloom... genius! I didn't really watch the last series but I think I will try to watch this one as it was very very funny.

I left the bedroom door open the other day and Molly snuck in and left a poo skid on the duvet. A poo skid! I thought cats were supposed to be clean creatures?? She didn't seem embarrased when I pointed it out to her either.

Itchy Forehead

Thats fore...HEAD. Stop thinking dirty thoughts.

That's just because I have a small fan pointed at me and it's wafting my hair around which is tickling my face as I write this.

I'm being distracted. The point of this blog entry was to write about my weekend just gone. It was a loooooong weekend, starting on Thursday night with a flight to Southampton and dinner at my husbands folks house.

On Friday, we furniture shopped (yawn) and clothes shopped (yay!!!) then drove down to old Devonshire land in the afty for a crafty Chinese takeaway and a very chilled out night at my Dad's cottage. Then on the Saturday we pegged it down to Cornwall, to just west of St Ives to a campsite of coolness and our mates incredible wedding.

The wedding was held in a very King Arther circular marquee, festooned with fairy lights and bright flowers. The men all wore summery linen suits with sandals and bright silk ties in various colours. The bride.... Wow. She designed the dress and it was a stunning red silk with a massive peacock style multicoloured indian bustle at the back. Amazing. Her three bridesmaids had henna on their feet and pretty indian dresses and they all had bare feet and real star fish in their hair. It was all very very cool. And there were a bunch of people there from Uni so it was a lovely reunion as well. Drunk!!

I drove all the way back with a hangover on Sunday to Southampton, bit of a long drive but nice to get up to speeds above 40mph! (Guernseys speed limit is 35. Can you imagine?)

Then yesterday, Monday, we found a nice dining table and chairs in Southampton and they are going to deliver it here to Guernsey next week. Great!

I have also just found a bunch of people on myspace which is veeeeerrrrrrry exciting as I haven't heard from them in years and years! Am slowly coming around to the whole myspace phenomenom.

Fuck Badgers

It's still not open.

So I went to Claires Accesories instead and bought a few dubious items. Including two hair band things, some luridly bright earrings and a pair of black sticks with feathers on the ends that you stick in your hair. Have just tried them on in the toilet and they look a bit shit, to be honest. As do the hairbands. Bit of a waste of time and money then.

This, by the way, is because I'm going to a wedding on Saturday in Cornwall and my outfit is black and white. I needed something to go with it either in the hair or ears. If I have time though I will look in Southampton on Friday morning.

H&M/Accesorize get ready here I come..........

I heard a rumour...

... that Monsoon / Accessorize opens today in the High Street.

I am off to check if this rumour has any grounding in fact. Will report back soon.

Silent Hill

Watched this film last night, it was very gory and horrible yet highly enjoyable. very very visual and visceral. We went to Sid and Westy's flat to see it on the GINORMOUS telly and sat all in the dark watching it together. Nick & I used to play the game when we were at Uni and used to freak ourselves out by playing it with the curtains drawn in the dark. Ahhh, those were the days.

On a lighter note it is a gorgeously hot late summers day and I think we shall have quiche and salad for tea sat outside on our new table and chairs. I also have some pears that I stole from a house we took on that I apparentely have to poach because they are 'cooking' pears. I didn't know you could get a cooking pear?

I spent most of the weekend asleep so I can't really report back much on that. We are supposedly joining the gym tomorrow.

Drunken Hen Night Pics

The first one is my Dad laughing at me in Laskas when he realised how drunk I was. And the girl I'm snarling behind is my big sis.

Run Indy, Run!

I poached this from b3ta's mutated monkey.. aint it special.

Mouth like an Old Sock

We went out last night and now I have to work. So far the morning hasn't started so well. The phone was ringing as I walked through the door and it was one of those 'difficult' ones where they are sharing just that bit too much personal information. Its like, sure, I can put your house on the market, just tell me the details. I reeeeeeeally don't need to know all this personal stuff about your private life.

Sigh.

Anyway, I feel hungover, again. Hence the title of this blog, But don't feel sorry for me as its my own fault. I drank 5 pints, 5! I normally stop after 2 and switch to whisky & coke. I think I just forgot to do that. But I've had a cup of tea and a bowl of coco pops which has perked me up and I know by early afternoon I will be fine. I think tonight it would be nice to have just maybe Rachel around and we can watch Firefly episodes together. Nick and I are going to go shopping this afternoon for sportswear... thats right you read that right!! Am going to buy outfits for the gym, as all I have is absolutely nothing. And you really can't wear denim to cycle in, lets just say it chafes. So some comfy troos and a couple of tops. Christ, I only have fashion trainers, I might have to get a proper pair of those as well?

We met some really lovely new people last night, hopefully we'll see them again soon. What I loved about the girl was that she is an RS teacher so we drunkenly gabbled on about stuff for ages, you know what its like. I was regaling my Scientology experience from San Francisco, (nb the long shot is that it is a total con... sorry Tom Cruise / John Travolta but there you have it) and she knows a lot about Buddhism which I find fascinating.

PS the friends situation might have resolved itself? As friend No.2 has called it off... We shall see.

Getting Fit

I am quite excited because we might be joining a health club! I know, it's all a bit ridiculous but it's really REALLY close to our home and its not like a normal smelly gym, its all nice and new and pretty and they give you fresh towels.

It is a bit expensive but we agreed on the honeymoon that we would both make an effort when we got back to do more exercise. Its only £5 more expensive per month than Beau Sejour and its true that we both need to get fit. Although I have started to go out for bike rides. I went after work yesterday in fact, and cycled along the sea front and around L'Ancresse. The problem was that it was 'flying ant' day, you know, the day when there are thousands of ants taking to the skies? They kept landing on me and flying into my face. Luckily I had my big sunglasses on so none in the eyes but I was pulling them out of my hair and out of my top for about an hour afterwards!! Gross. And I ate perhaps a hundred blackberries. They are just ripening at the moment, although some were still a bit hard and bitter.

Anyway, this place has a pool, sauna, steam room, gym and tennis court, plus nice shampoos and, as I said, complimentary towels and robes. And it never gets busy because they limit the membership so you don't have to queue for the machines. I'm not really a gym type person at all so this is the sort, if any, that could change me around on that. They also do facials but that's extra. Tempting though.

So we're out tonight to celebrate my friends' engagement then I'm working tomorrow morning. If it is really quiet I will write some more of the honeymoon story.

Shoppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

This is the jacket I bought. It looks really nice on because its cut very well.

Shoes from New Look

My opinion is this:

They look fucking cool but they fucking hurt your feet. And the kitten heels I bought are good for walking uphill but my feet slide around perilously when going downwards.

But they look cool, and they're only £25 so I will probably go back for more pain and slidyness.

I bought a wintery trenchcoat from Warehouse that was vastly expensive but very lovely. I can't buy anything else this month. But! I still have some DottyP vouchers so can still slake my shopping thirst.

Skinny trousers, dare I? The 2 pairs that I impulse-bought look silly with everything else that I own. Is that because of my bottom?

Those are my shopping thoughts for the day. I probably have enough ammo to make this whole blog a shopping blog butI don't have the energy.

Dotty P sale stuff is still quite good. Go there while it is still buy one get one free on the tops. That is what I say.

Pictures of Molly

Finally I've got around to putting a couple of pictures up of my little snagglepuss. Clearly she was unimpressed that Nick had given her a bath on that particular day. And the first one shows her anchoring herself onto the sofa arm to stop herslef sliding off.

Lawks a hippity ho hum

Its a year ago day that we bought our maisonette! So we have to do something good tonight to celebrate. Coincidentally, this week one of my mates Fran has completed on her apartment and Sue & Laurie have signed the conditions on the house they are buying. So everybody should jump on the property band wagon, thats what I say. Well, it is only going to get more and more expensive so I guess its a sensible idea really. We all feel really grown up and have been freaking each other out about that.

Fran treated us (being me, Sarah F, Toki and a guy called Tom who I hadn't met before) to champagne in Dix Neuf yesterday lunchtime. Isn't she a doll. And its so cool that she's living over here now. I say living, that is with a pinch of salt as she only makes it back once or twice a fortnight due to her incredibly impressive job being a BA pilot. How cool is she. Apart from I felt really sorry for her when all that terrorist crap was going on at Heathrow because all the airline people had a terrible time. Apparentely even the pilots weren't allowed to take hand luggage or anything on board and she went a couple of days without a wash/toothbrush. Hideous. Then she arrived in some foreign country literally with just the shirt on her back and had to find a toothbrush. Yes, I realise I have an easy life!

Last night we watched back some of the wedding video. It was lovely, we have all the speeches on tape and I found the best mans speech still very funny a second time around.

My cat Molly keeps throwing up and I have noticed a few tiny specks of blood in it, what should I do? Is that normal? Its only now and then and she seems absolutely fine and she had a blood test about 6 months ago which didn't show up anything odd... I don't know.

I really enjoyed it

so there we go. Snakes on a Goddamn Motherfucking Plane.

Best Samuel L Jackson line (spoken in a Pulp Fiction scary way)...

"I've HAD just about ENOUGH of these motherfucking SNAKES on this motherfukcing PLANE!!!"

Highlights included snakes biting peoples willies: "aaaagh! Get this goddamn snake off my cock!!" snakes biting a ladies pert nipple "aaaaaaagh!" biting a fat ladies eyeball "arrrrrrgh etc!" and finally, biting somebody's tongue. All in all a nice family film. Hilarious!

Snakes on a Plane for Heavens sake!!

My friend Rachel has persuaded my to go and see this film with her tonight. I think I might either love or hate it but probably be tutting the entire way through which is what I tend to do...
I read a very funny story on the bbc website earlier today about a 'prankster' who released two rattlesnakes into a packed cinema in the states when that film was playing!


I it widdling with rain out there and I have to go out again in it in 10 mintues, having just come back from a viewing where my feet got completely soaked. Open toed sandals were a bad idea today. They're just about dried out but they're about to get all wet again. This part of town is all hilly and the rain just runs down the pavement in big torrents.

I had a lovely lovely weekend the one just gone, involving lots of white wine, a great moussaka, mini golf, trampolines and a rope swing. Also an Indian meal and a Sunday roast were ingested by my good self. Since the wedding I am not caring at all about my weight. We saw lots of our friends as well.

My two mates are still at loggerheads but now everybody knows about the situation so its no big secret any more. It is still a bit horrible and fresh and friend no.2 has made herself ill now and has to have 2 weeks off work. Sighs all round.

The honeymoon story part 2

So we had just spent 4 days in San Fransisco, which was lovely. Then we set off down the coastal road, California No.1 which is the Pacific Coastal Highway. This is such a beautiful route, it winds down the coast and there is the most amazing scenery. You just drive and drive and drive.

The first day we went past San Jose (like in the song, dooo you know the waaay to san jose, la la la la la la lala laaaaaaaa) and Santa Cruz and stopped off for lunch at Carmel. Carmel is a really stunning little posh tourist town that feels a bit like the South of France. The beaches are white, the shops are expensive and the flowers and palm trees are all pruned to perfection. We could have happily stayed there a few days if he had had a lot more money and time on our hands. It is near to Monterey which we didn't visit. We stayed that night in San Luis Obispo just because it had got dark and we were tired of driving. There wasn't much to see there but we found a cheap motel. That day I also fed spotty squirrels out of my hands, and saw dolphins, pelicans and elephant seals. Yay!!

The next day we stopped at Pismo Beach and both bought really attractive sun hats. There was lots of pelicans and surfers. Then it was on past Guadalupe, Santa Barbera and Malibu (very full of blonde, tanned people) and into LA. As we had made pretty good time and because I was whining in Nick's ear we carried on past the city down to the OC which I was really excited about. We walked along Newport beach with me squeaking with excitement at very step (am a bit fan of the OC) but decided it was a bit expensive there, plus I got into a nasty barney with three big black locals who were being shits with me. Just cos I is white! No, but they threatened to beat up Nick because I shouted at them a lot and we had to drive on. That was the only bad bit of the entire holiday to be honest. And quite funny in retrospect! It was all about a parking space.

So that night we drove to Huntington Beach, which is just down from Long Beach just outside South LA. It is supposed to be the home of California surfing and the first place to introduce surfing to America. We found a brilliant hotel right on the beach that gave us a great honeymoon rate! We found a really cool cafe called Tsunami Sushi which was full of loud, hilarious Americans and each had a gorgeous steak. Then we found a liquor store and bought loads of booze which we had to wrap in brown paper bags (its the law out there, you can't have open bottles of booze on the streets, unless they're wrapped in brown paper bags!) and went and sat on the beach. There was some spectacular thunder out at sea and we climbed a lifeguards tower. It was so Baywatch.

The next day we drove into LA and checked into our hotel, the Beverley Garland, just outside Hollywood. We spent 4 days in LA in total, a day and a half of which in Universal Studios. Which was very fun. In LA you have to have a car cos its such a huge city, and its all very loud and proud. We went to Rodeo Drive and had a wee in the Pretty Woman hotel. We also did the star map drive around Beverley Hills, and Nick set off the dogs at the Osbourne house! That was a highlight. I saw the gates of the Playboy mansion. We drove up as far as we could to the Hollywood sign, which is a bit os a bastard to drive to, surprisingly. We also went to the Hollywood walk of stars and did all that touristy stuff, which you have to really. Manns Chinese Theatre and all that. We also laughed at the silly men down at muscle beach, where Arnold Schwarzenegger used to strut his stuff.

All in all I preferred San Fran to LA, it is much prettier and easier to walk around. LA is just a bit too big. I think I forgot to say that in San Fran we went to see the new Superman film in 3D at an Imax, which ROCKED me beyond my wildest dreams. Americans are so funny in cinemas cos they shout and cheer in the good bits.

So that was America. The next stop, Tokyo...

Just a quickie

Oo er missus. That's so Carry On.

Just to say I haven't forgotten about telling the honeymoon story, but its quite a tale and to whet your whistles here is a photo from California!!

This is me in Lori's Diner in San Fran, a 50's style diner that serves the most humungous breakfasts and lots of strong coffee.

There are literally hundreds more photos but I'm having a bit of trouble getting them up here...

I'll try again later because I have to go and buy icecream now.

Friends and situations and BLEH

I don't know, the last few days two of my close friends are having a difficult situation, and guess what, its about boys. Why is it that the one thing that fucks things up with friendships is relationships?

The long and the short of it goes like this. My friend had a long term relationship with a guy for 5 years, but they broke up about 18 months ago and now she is living off the island. My other friend recently went to a wedding where this ex happened to be. They got talking and have since been on a few dates. (This girl hardly ever dates, it has to be said. Sorry, but its true.)

The first friend, I think, is quite upset by this. Even though she has no intentions of getting back together they were with each other a long time and she feels that the other girl should not have even thought about going there, it's forbidden territory.

The other girl, she really likes the guy and doesn't know what to do. This is bearing in mind that she has been single for a good few years and lives in a small island where, lets face it, there are quite slim pickings. So does she follow her instincts and try it out with this guy, in which case upsetting a long term friend? Or does she call it off and miss out on what could be something special? Is my first friend over reacting? How would I react? I don't really know.

To be honest I think the entire thing is a grey area and friend no.2 needs to decide how much she likes this guy and if she sees it going long term, because if not, she should call it off. Friends are so important. I just want all my mates to be happy, but not at each others expense. I just hope to God they can sort it out so its not all weird when we meet up and if one of them is there, the other one can't be. Thats the worst case scenario I guess.

Us leaving the Church and having a kiss

Wot an Ignoramus

In my scatty headedness I utterly forgot my username and password and just had a big big panic that I would never be able to post a blog again. Noooooooooooooooooo!

What on earth would I DO with myself??

Luckily my brain clicked back into gear but it took a good few minutes.

I've had a bit of a barney with Nick this morning, all about a washing machine and the price we agreed to sell it for. Personally I just think he was feeling shitty because he is hungover. I am being non confrontational. I don't really want to air my dirty laundry here (excuse the pun) ha ha.

Saw Miami Vice last night, ate too many sweets at the cinema. Not really my sort of film but was OK. It made me want to go back to America badly.

Molly ma Dolly

Molly came back from the cattery all skin and bones. Poor thing, but apart from the weightloss she seems fine. Very happy to be home. Nick picked her up while I was a work and when I arrived she pelted downstairs to meet me and jumped up and down on our bed. She is just so adorable and lovely. I defy anyone who meets her not to instantly fall in love. Oh, apart from Leni who for reason really freaked her out and she jumped out of my arms and ran away when I tried to introduce her.

ooh la la la ooh la lalala I still have so much to recap on!! After the wedding we have the HONEYMOON. Which was all good. 3 weeks of utter bliss, visiting crazy cities, beautiful beaches and misty mountains. Seriously, we did a hell of a lot in the time. It felt like a lot longer because we were moving around and doing so much.

San Fransisco was our first stop. We stayed in Union Square, the main shopping/eating out centre of the city and not far from Chinatown. San Fran is a cool city, it has the hippy district, the gay district, plus the Golden Gate bridge and Alcatraz close by. It felt relatively safe although quite a lot of homeless in some areas.

We saw the house from Mrs Doubtfire!

Alcatraz smells of seagull poo, it is literally covered in birds and shit, but it is definitely a must-see and a very spooky and disturbing place. The gay district, Castro, is better at night and the hippy district, 'Haight St' has lots of kooky little shops and cafes. Fishermans Wharf is really touristy and cheesy but quite good fun if you're in the right mood. We definitely did the right thing hiring a car because we were able to see so much of the place. It's so hilly!! Its really incredible how steep some of the roads are, you really would not want a manual car there. Our car was a Chrysler, a PT Cruiser Convertible in white with a black hood. It was a very cool car indeed.

On the first night we blagged the penthouse suite which had a balcony which was a great honeymoon perk. Everywhere we went we played the honeymoon card which worked a treat I can tell you.

We also visited Sausolito, which is a posh little seaside town just the other side of the Golden Gate and feels a bit like the South of France. We ate clams there and lots of salt water taffy. We also went to a nature reserve called Angel Island which is very peaceful.

After 4 days in San Fran, (which by the way was enough to see all we wanted to of the city) we set off down Pacific Coastal Highway No.1, one of the most beautiful roads in the world. But that is another story which I will save for later.

Les Photos de ma Marriage

My Ladee Friends!

Cake of Goodness
Penny avec 40 flying saucers
Want that one!
Coming out of the Church

Darling Blythe

I have a new best friend.

Her name is Blythe and she can be found here

We met in Japan, although she is American. She can be a but freaky and is very popular with Japanese girls.

The Wedding

I don't know quite where to start. I have had a great Guernsey hen night, which was the Wednesday before. The boys went out as well and we all ended up in Laskas so some hen night!! My Dad saw me really drunk and I fell over in front of him which is a first.

Thursday 13th July,
recovery day. Muchos hangover and mates started to arrive from England. Went out again in the evening to the Boathouse but not a late one.

Friday 14th July
the day before was spent mostly in a state of panic, I had my nails done and we had the Church run through, in which I didn't cry but had a massive old-school style attack of the giggles due to the freakiness of the event. Went for fish and chips at Cobo in the evening with Suzi, Simon, Leni & Dom while Nick went out for a meal with his family. Very relaxing evening and just what I needed to calm myself down. A whisky before bed helped me sleep as well.

Sat 15th
Up obscenely early, to hairdressers for fabulous up do, involving twists and plaits and little daisies. Then back to mon pere's for the getting ready with big sis. A nervous morning indeed, not helped by champagne but defintely helped by some very nice brandy which my father brandished at me just as the two of us were waiting to depart for the Church. At that point I was a little bit of a wreck and I was very calmed down.

The ceremony was fun, the vicar was excellent, just relaxed enough to make us feel relaxed but also formal enough for it to feel like a grand occasion. My two readers, Katy & Fiona read beautifully and Nicks face when he saw me walking down the aisle was a picture. He really didn't have a clue what I would look like. We had had a run through so we knew what we had to say and where we both had to stand which was really helpful.

After the ceremony we could finally relax and enjoy everyones company. It was so amazing to have all our mates and family all together and great fun to introduce them all to each other. We left the Church amidst a fog of bubbles and confetti and left via a beautiful green morris minor, which was a surprise for Nick and I couldn't write about here.

It was a tad windy and we moseyed over to Herm on the ferry and all got windswept cos we wanted to be out on deck. Then we had drink on the lawn, started off by Nick opening the Balthazor of champagne, which is one giant bottle holding 18 regular sized bottles of champagne and very difficult to pour, but we managed it!! The string quarter played beautifully, we all drank champagne and pimms and mingled for a hour or so before all goin into the marquee.

The meal was fabulous, local crab & prawn starter, a BBQ main course and shortbread.summer fruits pudding. My fizzy UFO's went down an absolute storm with a competition ensuing of how many one could stuff into ones mouth. Penny won by somehow managing 40. We all watched and she managed it, her cheeks are like a hamsters apparentely. We had the Paul Tongs duo playing while we were eating some smooth jazzy tunes which really set the scene. I had bay trees adorned with white roses and ribbons and fresh lavender all over the floor of the marquee.

The speeches made me cry, I was suitable embarrased by my Dad and Nick by James the best man. The best mans speech was the best I've ever heard, I could be biased but I was crying with laughter and I wasn't the only one.

Then there was lots of dancing, lots of drinking, we had more photos taken down on the beach and all in all a great day. I will remember it for ever.

The flowers were perfect, bright fuschia pink and baby pink and cream colours which looked stunning with the chocolate brown bridesmaids and grooms outfits. I couldn't have asked for better.

The Chilled Out Sloth is BACK

It's me! All married and stuff! Just forcing myself to stay awake until 10:30 to get my body back into UK time (in my head I'm still in Thailand and it's 3am, sucks) so I'm back in the swing for work tomorrow. WORK tomorrow, God three weeks off really gets you out of the loop, I do not want to go back at all. Nick has another week off to relax, he's so lucky. He's going to collect Molly Dolly tomorrow from the kitty motel, can't wait to see my little lady. I just feel like such a lazy sunburned sloth, hence the title. It's a lovely feeling.

Despite all my fears/nightmares/bitten nails, the wedding was AMAZING, the best day ever!!!!! It really and truly went without a hitch. All my plans and ideas about the colours, flowers, etc etc all WORKED and looked really good, the fizzy UFO's went down a storm, and the feedback has been so incredibly positive I think everybody had an amazing time. I have a hundred million billion photos which are on this website, the username is samnick and the password is wedding. If you make it past the first hundred you're doing OK. The photographer certainly earned his fee!! I probably won't keep that link on for very long, in fear of stalkers and the like. Check out the cake though, it rocked!

Have just returned from the honeymoon this evening. San Francisco, LA, Tokyo, Thailand, I literally don't know where to start. Not now, I'm falling asleep, but I will tell the story soon.

Love and kisses, I'm off to bed.

Pray for me

Please God let THIS weather forecast be right for Saturday!!!

I don't care if you're not religious just please think good thoughts.

Today I am mostly being blogging

But I really don't have anything to say aside from wedding related things and I am not going to bore myself by trawling through my preparations here. It's busytime, suffice to say, and leave it at that.

Tonight, I am back to my old tricks of DIY and I have to paint my old bedroom for my Dad, who wants to put the house on the market while we're away on honeymoon. I did promise to do this for him but time has crept up on me and now with only 5 days to go before W-Day i find I have to get this finished. I was around there all yesterday day and evening, apart from a brief visit to some old rellies to pick up a wedding gift.

All my wedding ebay purchases have arrived and are lovely. And I have been spending all my birthday money on lovely new clothes for the honeymoon. And I have a REALLY clicky shoulder that is aching. Quite badly.

Molly is fine, am not looking forward to putting her in kennels, I will feel very guilty about it but it is the only option unfortunately

And People start arriving tomorrow, with Catherine & Damian, plus Suzi & Simon which is making it all seem quite very real and scary. But at the same time lovely to see them all.

I've been on the sunbed again, but I don't look brown at all. Am going to resort to the Johnsons holiday skin as a back up measure.

5 days and counting, that's right guys.

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh

So much going on, wedding - flowers - visitors - work - honeymoon - wedding - balloons - place cards - wedding - flowers - work - presents - wedding

I swear I am going around in circles. I've been feeling indigestionie today, didn't eat until 2m then wolfed down a big tuna salad which is now repeating on me terribly. But! Bought v sexy summer dress and shoes, plus denim shorts and a white top in my lunch hour. Serious honeymoon shopping going on you see. Trying to semi starve my body to look unbloated and pretty in the dress but don't seem to be shifting much weight. Bugger.

The confetti arrived today, which I have to put into little paper cones and tie up with ribbons. I had a crack at writing the place cards last night but my handwriting isn't that special, they look like they've been written by a child. Its the silver pen alright!!! Its hard to write with it!!! Probably should have practised a bit first. Maybe.

Had dinner with Shirley & John last night and made a lovely pudding (assembled more like) of meringue nests, then dropped them back at the questionable hotel they're staying at. Its a bit rough bless em.

Went and fried my poor body in the tanning booth yesterday lunchtime in final bid to look tanned and lovely on the wedding day. Have booked another sesh next week but might also go again this weekend. I KNOW its really bad for me but it's only cos I'm getting married. I've also booked to get my nails done the day before and I'm having a hair trial tomorrow afternoon.

Spoke to Leni for ages on the phone last night and am SO SO excited she's coming. Seriously need to get hold of loads of bedding so she has somewhere to sleep while she's over...

Am over the panic stage and into final melt down hilarity where it JUST DOESN'T MATTER if it gets fucked up. The weather looks shitty this weekend I am just praying it cheers up for the next one but even if its torrential rain it will be funny.

And I love him...

I had to copy and paste this story from this weeks b3ta, it had me in tears...

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You either love him or hate him...

Yes, I have been in a band but never really had any truly “Rock and Roll” experiences (apart from a Derek Smalls incident at Nice airport…). However, I will relate the experiences of one of my best mates who for a while was in one of the few rock bands on the small island that we call Jersey.

Now this was back in the 80s and Ade and his band had been booked to play a small pub in one of the numerous fishing villages in the area. They turned up early in the afternoon to perform a sound check then sat down to do what all good rock bands do before performing i.e. get royally ratted.

However, before they could start, the door to the pub banged open and in walked a large, burly man who immediately yelled at the landlord, “Turn that fucking jukebox off! You don’t need that anymore! I’m here! I’m all the entertainment you need!” Yes, it was the man. The legend. It was Oliver Reed.

Ollie, already clearly a little sozzled, found out that there was going to be a rock band playing and insisted on buying them a drink. He’s shown to their table where he proceeds to buy then a round. “So you’re the band are you!? What kind of fucking shit are you going to be playing for us then!?”

After the first round, he gets the second. And the third. And the forth. In fact, he gets every single round of the afternoon. No-one could match him. He would have drunk his pint while the band were barely starting theirs. If anyone dared to get up to get the next round he would shout at them, “Put that fucking wallet away you fucking cock! You’re too fucking slow! I’ll get them in!”And true to his word, he did, every single time.

By the time the band came to play, they were absolutely paralytic. Ollie though, was barely affected, still knocking back the pints without them even touching the sides. Before the band went on though, Ollie had to wave goodbye. “Sorry I can’t stick around to see you play boys, I’ve got to fly to London to be on some fucking talk show!” And with that, he left, leaving Ade and his band to fuddle their way through their set barely able to see straight.

So midnight comes and the band stagger off back to one of their homes where they crash out with more beer and food. As they are popping them open, one of them turns on the telly.“Come here! Now! Come here! It’s him!” he shouts, prompting everyone to crowd around the TV which appears to be showing some late night discussion program. And sure enough, there he is, wearing exactly the same clothes as he had on in the pub. There’s Ollie, late night on Channel 4, clearly pissed out of his gourd. They had turned the telly on just in time to see him turn to the resident po-faced feminist and say, “Frankly dear, what you need is a big hard COCK!” A turn of events that would see him barred from telly for several years. Some of you may even remember it if you’re old enough. So here’s to Oliver Reed, far more Rock and Roll than most of us could ever wish to be. Peace.

My friends Katie's photo...

My little mate Katie is so cool. She went to some sci fi convention and took loads of pictures of Corey Haim (like me, she loves the Lost Boys!) from a distance, you can spot him in the black cut off T short in this picture. By the way he seems to have got a bit fat and spotty since the 80's.

But what is painfully cool is that the poster in this left of this picture shows that Alan Tudyk was also there (see the big queue of people on the left), he's the pilot from Firefly/Serenity. Which I love! I don't Katie would have known who he is though which sucks. What a missed opportunity. See, you have to be a real sci fi nerd like me & Rachel to know these things...

Katie's doing a masters in photo journalism and so far this year has sent me photos of Keanu Reeves, Sandra Bullock and Cameron Diaz, all close up. And she's really little so I have no idea how she fights through the paps to get up close. She probably runs in between all their legs or something.

PS had a fantastically lazy weekend where I did NO wedding stuff, just had my hair done and relaxed in the garden. Rachel came round last night and I popped round my Dads during the day to use the jacuzzi and eat his food but apart from that just slept, ate and sunbathed. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.