a bit distracted

Life doesn't have to be a spectator sport

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Walking in heels


I've reached the grand old age of 31 without ever breaking a heel. It might be a record, but my good fortune ran out today on the way to work.
Now, people (particularly of the male variety) might not realise what an issue this is. I'm unlikely to get any work done for mourning the sad loss of my comfy yet sophisticated 2-and-a-bit inchers, my social life will be ruined for the day and I'll have to buy a pair of replacement shoes that I'll never grow attached to because they are a poor stand in for the lovely ones I've loved and lost.

On the up side, it's an excuse to shop

Thursday, August 17, 2006

I'm so excited...

...and I just can't hide it!!!

It's V Festival weekend...and I've got a hot pink tent (from Tesco)

Bring on the Strongbow!!!!

(You can tell I'm excited - I've broken out in exclamation marks!!!)

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Fame at last

Check me out!

Big Brother gets married

T’was a great day – bit chilly – I even wore a hat for the occasion. Always a sign of a good bash. In true Four Weddings style, my brother was called several names by the registrar (although none that I’d used before, thankfully) including his wife-to-be’s and his middle name. By the time they were declared man and wife, I’m surprised the bride was still sure whom she was marrying.

Special mention has to go to the wedding cake. A three-tier chocolate extravaganza. Genius! Something tells me my new sis-in-law is going to fit into the family very well ;o)
Pics to follow...

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Missing - one best friend

My bestest friend in the whole wide world has moved to New Zealand. Very exciting - and what better excuse for a trip to the southern hemisphere - but I'm still in shock. And a more than a little bit gutted.

We had a big leaving party at a youth hostel* near Eyam (in the heart of the Derbyshire countryside, for those of you not familiar with that bit past the Watford Gap) at the weekend. It's a good job we were in the middle of nowhere too, judging by the vast alcohol consumption, the volume of the stereo...and the fact I got a whopping 3 hours sleep.

Such a massive party was a fitting 'bon voyage' to my favourite party girl. As far as I know she excelled herself by not doing the famous 10 min kip on the stroke of midnight.

Jane - I miss you already (even though you're not actually leaving the country until tomorrow night) and will be arriving at a sofa-bed near you at the earliest opportunity.

*Yes, I did say youth hostel. It was a shock to me too! Apparently no stately homes were available that weekend and the proprietor of the local B&B was spectacularly unaccommodating

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Drink problem

Tis true. I have recently acquired a worrying drink problem...as in, I just don't seem to want it. I'm in the pub...I'm assessing the various wines, beers, spirits, cocktails...choices, choices.

And what do I crave? Tomato juice. It's just plain wierd. I so didn't see that one coming. But tomato juice and fizzy water have become my tipples of choice.

That could be considered a good thing in some circles - and I know my mum will be delighted - but in PR it's a genuine concern. Maybe even a sackable offence.

Help!