day one

I realise that I've neglected this blog for a few years but I've had so much to do it just hasn'tbeen possible to keep it current. Well I'm back now and I want to keep track of my brand new commute. I left the house at 7:30 and got a seat on the train opposite a blonde who kept on to her fat male friend about her relationship-she's not seeing him for his money, doesn't see why he doesn't appreciate her. He calls her up she goes over to his place washes up they have sex then go to work the following day (couldn't help thinking that's not a relationship it's a cleaner with benefits) I was going mad by then so I put my music on (Lynard Skynard & George Harrison in case you're interested). Got given a free donut by expedia at the station, decided that the people around me are all donuts as they can't put one foot in front of the other without getting in my way. Arrived at work at 9.00 bang on, shame I start at 8:45 but as no-one in my dept gets here before 9:15 I should get away with that most days. It's not as bad as I thought it would be & the return journey is bound to be better again. These are going to be long days!

day whatever

This is an 'umming' picture of my ummig one.

He ummed my camera shortly after this was picture was taken. At least it gave me time to get away

perfect dress

I've been lusting over my wedding dress for about a year now-but it doesn't even exist yet! I've bought a corset to wear under it (from fairygothmother-don't buy from them though their customer service is rubbish & when they get things wrong their general response seems to be *shrug*). I've got a lovely lady making it for me & I'm meeting her tomorrow to go fabric shopping. White Hart Lane-yeah, I know but it's a shop not a boozer or a stadium.

Above is a snippet of what my waist could look like on the day-I'm not giving anything away yet mind..

Shaka Zulu

This is an Elephant that was on the wall at Shaka Zulu, which is where we ate on Tuesday last week. African cuisine and extravagant décor, I 'd been told good things about this place and I wasn't disappointed. You walk in and straight onto an escalator going into the basement, there are Masai Mara statues that cover both floors and the life sized wooden elephants stampeding out of the walls and shells covering the remainder of the wall everything about the place was imposing. It's overwhelmingly decadent and perfect for an indulgent evening. The courses were hit or miss, for starter I had rooibos smoked salmon, it came with a slice of buttered brown rye bread and pickled cucumber (which was actually pickled cucumber & not gherkins like I'd imagined. It tasted just like smoked salmon and there wasn't enough other stuff on the plate to tone down the salmon taste. Mark had a Dora Wat which was a small chicken curry with a boiled egg in it. I had a taste-it was much more exciting than mine was, spicy yum. For the main I had a sirloin steak which was sublime! Tasty char grilled and pink in the middle, it was probably the nicest steak I've ever eaten. Mark had the Bobotie which was another curry dish, which once again I tried and it was ok, but to be honest I just wanted to get back to eating my steak! Desert wasn't very nice-I had a Koeksisters which is a plaited doughnut with syrup & sugar, it was tasteless. Mark forgot that he's lactose intolerant when he ordered his desert and ordered rice pudding, so we swapped desert half way through-I don't like rice pudding and they were extremely tight with the banana jam.

It was a nice experience and well worth a look around, but it would be far to pricey without the voucher and with the voucher the menu options are a bit too limited to make it the experience that you definitely want it to be.

day 2

This is on my way to work, it's a nice old building, it's not the Port of London Authority any more but it has the building equivalent of a tattoo and so will be called the Port of London Authority building until it is (probably) torn down to make way for cross rail or 'accidently' and irreparably structurally damaged during the building of Cross Rail or what ever the next Pharaoh of London's fantasic idea for a mausoleum is.

The Port's authority stretches for a length of around 95 miles (150 km) starting at an obelisk just downstream of Teddington Lock (upstream) to between Margate to the south and Clacton-on-Sea to the north, where the river joins the North Sea.

Interest nein? To me it means that I'm about 7 minutes depending on the traffic lights to work and either the begining or the end of another day at the office-keeping the pleasue/pain balance in check every day.

Monday will be late for work this week...

Here's an idea for my blog-which has been dying, very quietly in a corner for about 6 month now. The idea came to me in that moment between asleep and awake this morning and as it is a Monday Morning I decided it would be the perfect time to start. So before my eyes were even fully open I took a self portrait photograph with my phone, hoping to get the introductions out of the way before I start thinking about how I''d like to be portrayed too seriously and about 10 seconds after I took the first photo Mark came in with some toast. So now it's an introduction to me and an excuse to show off "look how good my boyfriend is."
Anyway, today's photo is me struggling to come to terms with Monday morning. I'm looking forward to this week though, it looks like it's finally getting brighter. :)

LOL as a full stop

When did lol become punctuation? It's a ridiculous phrase that materialised on MSN chat when one teenager said to another something they deemed to be funny, how to respond? How would they put their approval into type? The acronym for "Laugh Out Loud" regardless of whether they had or not. In reality it meant, "oh, that was a joke-I should respond in the expected manner." And it was fine used this way, it served a purpose teenagers telling other teenagers that they had made a funny. Then they had to explain what it meant to aunties and older relatives who thought it was cool to be 'down wit da kids' and started using it as well, then it snuck in to spoken language-mostly by the group that first coined it, I'd hear them at the bus stop "Hey that guy over there has a silly moustache!" "lol" or "When I saw Kristina trip on the stair in front of Jason I lolled." Again it actually had a meaning and was irritating but acceptable. With the increasing popularity of social networking sights and texting meant trying to get something said in as few characters as possible and we saw lol become a good way to get the last word, as far as I can see there is no real response to lol apart from maybe the ever more ridiculous acronyms that followed rotflol pmsl rotfpmslolstc-see where this is going? It seemed that soon we would all be talking in letters with different accents or combinations to mean different things. It was becoming a non-responsive response, it meant nothing or at best "I can think of nothing to type here but I need to make my presence felt so-lol"

Now it's just getting stupid beyond belief, I've seen people that I know and care for declare to the world via their status update that they are "off to bed after a brilliant night lol" why laugh? why not just say goodnight-or not, as the person is indicating that they are tired and are going to bed there's no need to tell everyone I'm sure they'ed work it out when you didn't lol their next status update? Or even better "bought broccoli lol" I mean WTF? sorry, what the fuck? Really? Why 'laugh out loud' buying fucking broccoli? These people must be hilarious to watch wandering round Tesco putting vegetables into their trolley laughing at it then taking their phone out of their pocket to tell the world about every item they have purchased and that they found it so funny that the staff in their local supermarket have probably given them an amusing nick name?

When did lol become the new full stop? It seems to have gone under my radar and I don't understand the hilarity of the world. It's just stupid and people that use it incessantly should be shot. There, I've said it. It feels good to get that lot off of my chest.

Night bloggazzzzz lol

I know there have been alot of pictures recently, I worked out how to send pictures directly to my blog with Mark's phone. Then I told him about it and he reset it so that they went straight to his blog instead :( but on the upside of that I've decided to get a blackberry when I'm due an upgrade which is sometime in July-so not long to wait! Any advice would be gratefully accepted about which are good handsets/tariffs. Anyway, those pictures below are a mish-mash of pictures that I liked on his phone-except the health and safety pictures, I always knew that I wanted them on here that's why I was a little late for work that morning. I'll annotate them at some point.

The picture above is the result of a 'what colour is your personality' test which I completed because of a conversation I had with my new colleages about how accurate they are and I couldn't join in fully because although I know that my aura is mostly green and yellow (a fact that recieved sniggers and rolling eyes) I had no idea what colour my personality was. Well now I do. It's green, like my aura. I don't much like the interpretation, but in a round about way it's true. But then I could find a bit that's true for every personaility colour. Hey-ho, now it's back to searching for venues, dresses Etc. and trying to find a polite way to say 'I don't actually like you therefor you're not invited.' wish me luck!

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