RIP Blackie

Saturday morning...massacre in my kitchen.
Walked into the kitchen and blackie was dead. In a mouse trap.
Flatmate comes down to ask me to get rid of it.
Now...I was against the idea of the mouse traps in the first place , does she seriously think I am going to clean up a dead mouse with his little guts strewn all over the floor.
You got to be kidding me woman!
So she reluctantly cleans it up, screaming and carrying on.
Please, some one needs to explain the maths, if you put down mouse traps, then that will lead to a dead mouse and that means you have to clean it up, it ain't going to happen by itself dumb dumb.
Flatmate 1, Mouse 0

Blackie

I remember at primary school, one of my friends bought in her pet mouse and we were all having a hold and talking about it and then I was holding it and then mouse did a poo in my hand and then I dropped it. It ran away.It was never seen again.

Some 20 years later, I am living in a big old house in London and we have a mouse.

A few weeks ago my flatmate said she saw it scurry across the floor, so she went out and bought 27 mouse traps to catch it. The mouse is a bit clever and has yet to fall fro the traps, even though my flatmate is convinced that peanut butter is the secret mouse catching ingredient.

Then last night I was awoken by my stupid flatmate screaming her head off, I jump out of bed thinking she was being attacked, or that she had cut her finger off or that we had been robbed, but no, it was because she saw the mouse again.

So dumb dumb other flatmate comes down and starts whacking the broom around the place, trying to squish the mouse, but he ran under the stove. Then both flatmates are on the floor with a torch trying to coax the mouse out with food.
You idiots, as if the mouse is going to come out for a piece of cheese 2 minutes after you were trying to splatter him all over the floor.

Now, if I had a choice I would vote for no mouse, but it is not really that bad as he seems to hang in the kitchen at night and just occasional gets caught out.

A few months ago I spack filled a few holes and was a bit scared of a mouse attach, mainly of a mouse jumping into my bed when I was asleep and having a snack on my ear, but now I have come to terms with the mouse and to be honest if he wants to hang in my house when I am not there that is fine with me.

I think he might have it in for my flat mate though, She has seen him 4 times, I have never seen him. I have also decided that he is a boy so i refer to him as 'him', and she tells me he is black, so, I have called him blackie. I might even leave some Camembert out for him tonight, just for a little treat.
Idiot flatmates 0. Mouse 1

I pod is saving my life

Now we all know I am a little retarded when it comes to technology
Please don't ask me to program anything or upload or re boot - it just goes in one ear and out the other
So I have new ipod, its amazing. New man friend is musician so has every song in the world on his computer and put a heap of cool songs onto it for me. I now have 1656 songs to keep me company and the thing has the alums covers on it - flipping cool.
This morning I spent the walk to the train station spinning that little wheel till it got to the song that I actually wanted but once I mastered it with my giant thumbs I was on my way.
Honestly, I don't know what I have been doing for the least 2 or 3 years without this thing.
It has completely changed my life.
I am actually looking forward to the train journey down to my Grandmothers this Saturday as I will be blasting out the tunes instead of my usual staring out the window due to not being able to read due to the motion sickness that has followed me around my whole life.
I know I am a bit (a lot) behind the eight ball on the whole I pod thing but really it has made such a difference. Its the simples things really, that are the best. Like eating left overs from a really nice dinner for lunch on a Monday - just awesome.

bad times

Madonna is my hero.
I love her more that strawberries, and I real really love them and I also love pretty much anything strawberry related, especially strawberry milkshakes.
Madonna tickets went on sale this morning.
I had a meeting, so got assistant and co worker to get on-line and buy buy buy.
You know that saying, if you want something done, you have to do it yourself....well that rings very true when it comes to buying tickets to Madonna.
I get back from meeting, no tickets were bought.
Some bull sh*t about the site crashing, could not get through, to hard. Just rubbish really, I am heart broken.
Tickets are not yet sold out....but the only tickets are the last, and I really mean the last row and being at Wembley you might as well not be there if you are in the last row.
Gutted, and the heat wave in London is over....stupid rain is back just in time for the weekend.
Tippy top.

My job rules

So, you think you have a good job.
You think your boss is nice.
Then your boss asks you how to shuffle songs on a I pod, you say 'don't know'.
He asks why, you say 'I don't have a I Pod' so I don't know'.
Then you get to work to day, and your boss presents you with an brand spanking new 8 gig, hot pink I pod with video and everything on it.
Because he thinks I should have one.
Works for me.

GT's

Was out on Saturday night with a new man. We were going to some bar and I was not sure what the dress code was, so I sent him a text before I left saying, 'Is it ok if I wear thongs?'.
He wrote back....'mmmm yes'.
Later he tells me that he though I meant thongs as in a g string, so he was like, yeah, sure, if you want. Lucky I didn't write in my message, 'do you mind if I wear my rubber thongs?'
Hilarious.
We ended up, at some bar where there was birthday party going on and a few swanky people. And turns out the party was for this DJ, Milo. He does that song, 'Drop the Pressure' and there was another famous person there...Moby.
My date knew him, or had worked with him or something, good times.
So we stayed for a few free drinks and made the most of it. Love the good times.

Getting hot in here

There is currently a mini heat wave in London.
Ok, I admit it is hot ,but it is lovely. I am wearing jeans and a t shirt and walking around Soho g at lunch time is just lovely!
The other slappy girls in my office are seriously wearing summer dress and thongs. I love how its 2 days of sun and the whole summer wardrobe comes out and its just a pasty flesh athon.
Unfortunately, the air con in my office has broke. No biggy, we opened the windows and I can deal with it but you should here these English people complain.
I have heard ' Its so hot' and 'this is the hottest I have ever been' about a thousand times.
What a bunch of wingers...They have no idea what hot is.
I remember a New Years day a few years back that was 45 degrees, now that is hot and no fun when you are hung over.
Also, the best news ever.....Madonna is touring. I am there, front and centre. I don't care how much tickets are, I am going.

Latest

You know I love celebrities, but the thing I love even more( if that is possible) is people who think they are celebrities but I have no idea who they are.
Was at a work function last night and was standing next to this guy, we start chatting, doing the 'where do you work,', 'how long you been here' ...blah blah blah....
He tells me he works in TV, he is on TV.....hmmm...not ringing any bells....he was on a show last year for a few months on Channel 4 ......still no idea.....he was a contestant on Shipwrecked.....maybe something.... but I have no idea....
So I am asking a million questions, 'what did you do', 'is it like Survivor?', 'did you win?', 'did you do it to be a celebrity?'....
I loved that he was surprised that I didn't know who he was, he told me this, he also said it was refreshing to talk to someone who didn't know him....what evs loser.
If you are massive famous person like Brad Pitt or George Clooney and someone doesn't know who you are then sure that is refreshing, lemonade on a smoking hot day is refreshing but seriously, Shipwrecked....it ain't Survivor, its got no Boston Rob in it and Phil don't host it, so in short, no one especially, me cares. Which is more embarrassing that being on that crap show in the first place.

Blegh..

I was asked today .... ''How do you spell Sydney?''
Seriously, this is like me asking 'How do you spell London?'
WTF is with people, its not like you are spelling UllaDulla or Wollongong or Lakemba (not even sure if that is right)...those places are tricky, but it is SYDNEY, its the main city, everyone knows it.

Also,got sprung with a 'surprise' photo shoot at work today. They are re doing the corporate website and lucky me is one of the 12 faces of the company (token red head). Was having a horrendous fridge disaster this morning so was frantically trying to re straight my fringe in the bathroom 5 minutes before camera time, didn't work so my picture will be up there fringe all over the shop for eternity...can't wait!