good times and confusing times

Good Times:
Went to the football on Saturday for the first time. Got a free tickets through work and it kicked arse! It was Chelsea vs Man City match and it was rad. Chelsea won 6-0! Had a fee beers, and some greasy food and a muffin - good times all around.

Confusing Times:
On Sunday we had to change the clocks back for day light savings...now, I have never been much good at this, I find it very confusing.
Actually, I am not really sure why we have to do this, apparently its been happening since Benjamin Franklin started it back in the day, but after reading about it on Google, I still have no idea why we do it.
Its tres confusing and yesterday, I put my clock back and cooked dinner, then realised that the clocks actually had to go forward one hour so I was about to eat dinner at 4pm...not impressed.

Um...Said ' Not happy Jan'...noooo ooonnneee knew what I was talknig about....

Bad naked

Had a client meeting this morning...waiting outside their office trying to be professional as possible and there was a a streaker. Now nothing says sexy like a naked man running down the street in White socks and trainers in the freezing cold bits flopping around all over he shop.
I had to laugh, have a look and laugh again.

Loving my job

I just got invited to the football this Saturday.When I say football I mean soccer.
It is a Chelsea VS Manchester City game and its going to be great - its sold out and tickets go for a minimum of £203 each which is just crazy bananas but apparently its one of the better games to go see. I am getting taken by one of my reps. Honestly I have no idea how taking me to the football is going to effect me advertising expensive perfume but hey ill go a and ill eat hot chips and drink beer out of plastic cups, it will be a great day!
One problem ...dont know who to go for...since being in London, my team is Arsenal so I am a bit torn but I think I'll go for for Man City as they will be wearing their away kit , which is black and I like black so I think ill go for them.
Also, got a swanky work function on Thursday night and the dress code is Black Tie - what the hell do I have to wear that is black tie! I forgot to pack my ball gowns and any decent high heels when I came here...its time to do some serious borrowing from my fellow size 7's at work!

My recommendation

Last night I saw a great movie, The Darjeeling Limited.
Its by the guy who did the Life Aquatic, The Royal Tenenbaums ( watch out , if I have a son I am calling him Royal) and Rushmore amongst other amazing things.
It was such a good movie and had all my favorite actors in it including Angelica Houston and Natalie Portman - naked.
Made me think of that Adam Sandler movie 'Switch' , which was a hilarious comedy but a bit shit, half way through it gets WAY to deep when his dad or some old man dies on the street and its raining and he is crouching down in the middle of the road crying and sobbing. Well there is one serious scene in the Darjeeling movie that is a bit deep, but it is still good, but I was getting a bit teary. Also never realised Adrian Broady was that hot, but he is, with his shirt off, he is ripped, trust me!
Good movie - go see it.
Funniest thing, at work Ive just been briefed on a client that is based in the Northern Territory, they picked me cause I am an Aussie - I am going to swindle a trip back home out of them.
Also just got back form a free manicure - love the free shit.
Woo!

I do like to be beside the sea side

Went down to Brighton for the weekend, to visit my Aunty Liz and my cousin Adam. It was nice to do nothing and eat heaps of food. When we were walking back to the station saw a Banksy on the side of a pub - who would of thought!
Also, just bragging here....I am leaving early today to get a facial...at Harrods. One of my reps is taking me and apparently its the best facial in this town, strangest thing though I have to get there 20 mins earlier to 'get ready'. Don't know how you get ready for a facial..I have a face, its ready to be cleaned...what more can I do??

Famous people that I don't know

Went to a work party last night for More magazine. It is a crappy celebrity mag and it is known for its 'Sex position of the Week' = classy.
Any way, went to he party in Mayfair (that's Blue in monopoly) and it was filled with celebs, really lame celebs but still.
All of this years Big Brother housemates were there, Brian the winner, the twins and the runners up and even Jonti the really weird one and this girl called Charley who is the most hatted housemate EVER over here.
That stupid mole Jade Goody was there and looking rough as ever and the best one was Danielle Lloyd, she is a hella famous page 3 girl who dates footballers and it a bit fat in real life but still pretty so I talked to her for a bit and she was nice enough but not that smart.
I was waiting for Jordan to turn up but she didn't - it was that kind of party.

Monday Angst

I did nothing on the weekend, really I mean nothing. I went to the supermarket but that does not count, I went for a few walks but they don't count either and I went to Brick Lane but I do that nearly every Sunday so that also does not count.
I read a lot of magazines, I cleaned the house, I did washing, I cooked a nice dinner, but really I did nothing and it was good.
The only down side to doing nothing all weekend is that now I am tired , tired from nothing.
I have officially done no work today, I mean I have been as productive today as I usually am on a Friday when I have a hangover,I have the attention span of a goldfish which equals heaps of googling and not alot else.
Try being one of only 2 Australians in an office that is rugby mad. People who I didn't know worked here have made the effort to come up to the 3rd floor from the 1st floor to say hello and send their commiserations.
Personally, I am not to fussed, but Murray my fellow Aussie from Bris Vegas who was talking it up all last Friday is crying into his keyboard.
I admit I didn't even watch the game, I was bleaching my bathroom at the time and forgot.
But on the same kind of wave length, something I am getting a bit sick of is being called mate. Normally this would not bother me but I have come to the conclusion that people are only calling me mate because I am Australian and they think that is what they have to do.
If I am in a group of people and everyone is being introduce there will be a ... 'How are you?', 'How do you do?' 'Nice to meet you?' and then I get...'How is it going mate?'
WTF! Just because I am from Australia does not mean you can only refer to me as mate, and when English people say it in posh English voices it sounds really stupid. My flatmate David is a big believer in this, I have never heard him talk to anyone else and call them mate but that is all he calls me and It is getting on my nerves big time.
Another thing, David spends alot of his time on the phone, I mean A LOT! He currently has 2 girlfriends, both who are a bit nuts and (other flatmate gave me the background gos, apparently one of them turned up to his work and went mental at him for being 5 mins late to meet her for lunch and he works in a cooperate accounting firm - nut case!) and they both call him ALL THE TIME. Since I have been at my place, the phone had never rung for me, that is ok, its has rung for Shaz(other flatmate) 2 times, it was her mum ,and its rings about 5 times a night every night for David.
It is now at a stage where me or Shaz do not answer the phone we just let it ring out or wait for David to get it. Last night, it was ringing and ringing and ringing so I answered it and it was one of his girlfriend and so I got up and hollered at David and he comes down the stairs ' Hi Mate, oh, is it for me?'... Are you kidding me??? Who the hell else is it going to be for, Batman? What a dope.

My bruise

Day 5

Fading...looking like a smudged tattoo but still has some coolness about it.

Day 4

This is it at its worse, it was purple, blue, a bit green and red and yellow and was very very sore. But it also looked awesome, the boys at work were well impressed. In this picture I think you can kind of see a face in the purple bit, kind of like that piece of toast that that crazy woman tried to sell on ebay because it looked like Jesus.

Day 3

I woke up and it had spread...doubled in size and was getting good and dark. My boss at work pulled me aside and asked me if there was anything I needed to talk about...

I Love Carole

One day you hate reps, the next day you love them.
Lewis is still in the bad books, but Carole, well Carole is my favorite rep ever.
I helped her our with moving a booking around and she was very grateful. So she said she would send me the 1st season of Heros box set. I sad that would be great but not to worry, as I didn't have a dvd play to watch them on. So guess what turns up in reception today.... a portable dvd player and the dvds.
WOOOOOO!!!!
She said they had some spare from a promo they did and that by me moving my stuff around for her, I saved the day so she was massively grateful.
Only problem now is that I am torn between keeping these things or just sticking them on eBay. I have kind of become accustomed to no appliances in my house...

My hate list

I come across some retarded people in my job, usually sales reps who think the whole world revolves around them. There have been a few reps over the years that I have just not got along with no matter how hard I try.
You see, the thing with me and reps is if you piss me off, then that is it. I will never forget it and I will hold it against you forever. I might act like it doesn't bother me, but every single time I think of you, talk to you or have anything to do with you I will remember the reason why I hate you and that will eat away at me and ruin any small chance there is of us having any sort of relationship/friendship in the future.
A rep named Patrick was a brilliant example of this, he did me wrong and I never got over it. Recently, another Patrick (must be the name) peeved me off and now we can never be friends. To add to the scrap heap of reps I hate, today I received an email from Lewis who I had previously got along with famously but alas, I now its all over.
One of the girls at work originally warned me about his ways, saying that he had a run in with him and he was a bit of an arse, but I thought, hey, ill give him the benefit of the doubt - I should of listened to her advice.
Now, I have been very very busy the last two days, idiot boss went off to Milan for a work jolly and left me holding the baby so I was a bit swamped. I got 2 emails from Lewis in the space of about 2 hours saying..blah blah ...blah..I need you to move your booking... so I was getting around to answering the 1000 emails in my inbox when I got this lovely email from him.

'I am aware that you have read my emails so if you wouldn't mind letting me know if the position is ok please i would appreciate that. If i don't hear from you we will remove the ad.'

Now, I am sorry Lewis, but I thought you were a sales rep, not a detective! But turns out you moonlight as a secret agent - he even forwarded me the 'read receipt' from my email to prove to me that he knows I got the email! What a tool!!!!!!
I felt like writing back and giving him a massive piece of my mind, but I have decided to play it cool and just take him off all my plans plan for 2008.
This way, I win . Little does Lewis know that I have heaps of money to spend and I can pretty much spend it where ever I want but now he will not see a dime of that cash ever ever ever!
So I am sorry Lewis, but we are now no longer friends, and besides you have long girl eyelashes that make you look a bit like a lady and everyone in the office thinks that as well.

Best weekend ever

check out my bruise...I am so proud and tough!


Shooting me some clay pigeons




Pirating it up. Love my eyeliner tash!

I love guns

Not in a weirdo way, but in a clay pigeon shooting way.
On the weekend, our office went to the Isle of Wight for a 3 day conference.
it was unreal.
Friday, got there and split into teams to do a treasure hunt on bikes, around the whole Isle - we rode for about 12 miles in the puring rain (I don't really know what a mile is but it was a far way).
Then we had a pirate party on a fort and stayed up till all hours drinking and carrying on, there was some bad dancing with the boss as well.
Then on Saturday we did activities. I did Clay Pigeon Shooting. This was probably the best 4 hours of my life year to date. I t was really hard but awesome fun. I hit a few of the things as well whixch was just unreal.
Then had a party at a haunted mansion and we did a bit of karaoke then back to the place we were staying and the whole agency stayed up and partied till about 5 am.
The coach ride the next day back was horrendous to say the least and we missed our ferry due to people vomitting so had to wait on a wharf with nothing for the next one, then the bridge was closed so had to go the long way around.
After 6 hours we got back to London and went home straight to bed. I spent most of today looking for gun clubs in London and we are seriously thinking about joining and making it our new agency sport ,m the only down side being that I have a massive conking bruise on my arm from where the gun 'kick backs' adn gets you in the arm, apparently its down to our in experience, but the the 12 of us that did it are wearing our bruises with pride.