Phone calls home

Do you ever phone your mum and get the cool response "Oh, hello stranger."

Next time I get that I'm going to blast a hairdryer down the phone or something and shout "oh it's very windy I can't hear you, speak to you another time, bye."

Pacing yourself

So I was at one of my best mate's weddings on Thursday, near Edinburgh in an amazing wee castle. The setting was gorgeous, the weather was too, Emma looked stunning...and we all got royally drunk. I guess this was fairly predictable, partly given that it was an Irish contingent with a few Scottish guests, but even so, I've not been that drunk in ages...the lesson that must be learnt here, is that when your first drink is at 1pm in the hotel getting ready and it's sparkling wine, then you should probably slow down after the ceremony. We didn't. The wine flowed, the beer flowed, the port, the Gin, the whisky, the brandy, the champagne and the wine again. After the meal is a slight blur although I do remember being hurled around the dancefloor by my boyfriend who's not a fan of dancing minus all spirits above. Also remember thinking it was a good idea to sing..it wasn't...and drink wine on the bus back to Edinburgh. It wasn't either. This is a good learning curve for the other wedding we're going to on Saturday. DRINK WATER throughout, or alternatively, don't drink everything you're offered. It's quite nice to remember the whole night your friend got married, including the end, rather than just the odd flashback of screaming Danny Boy on the bus home.

Email abuse

I think it's email abuse for a certain person to send 33 emails within the space of 2 days about one small presentation that is going to happen in over a month's time. But maybe that's just me.

Thin joggers

Surprisingly, I made it round the common last night. There were a lot of joggers out there, but what struck me was how THIN they all are. That might be an obvious thing to say. But they weren't just healthy thin, they were stick thin. If I was stick thin I would certainly not be jogging round the common at all hours of night. I'd be in the pub with a burger and a pint saying to myself, "This might work, I really need to grow some breasts and hips.."

Blocked

Yeah I meant to say yesterday that I have now blocked the said girl from my friend list. Thanks to her boyfriend. Although she was a bit annoying too.

PDAs on facebook

I was on facebook the other day and a girl had made a comment about a baby. Someone had asked if she was pregnant and she said no. Underneath her boyfriend had written "no we are just practising lots and lots and lots!"

So wrong:

1. No one cares.
2. You think people are interested/jealous. They're not.
3. Everyone thinks you're an idiot. Who writes about their sex life on facebook? Idiots do.

Ignorance

So I've seen a few displays of this lately and it made me wonder whether many people react in the same way as I do when I see them, or even if they notice the same displays that I do. I don't know if it is to do with upbringing, schooling, personality or a combination of all of these things - but there are some right ignorant b*ggers out there at the moment. Recent displays (mostly tube-based to be fair) include the following:

• A man eating a Burger King at 8.30am - the carriage was rammed. This is downright wrong, in so many ways?
• A child sitting on a chair on the tube (I actually think it was the same tube) whilst its buggy was next to the chair and the mother was sitting next to the child. The child could have sat either on the buggy or the mother's knee..to make matters worse there was an elderly lady standing next to the buggy. But to some mothers their child deserves hero worship, or at least its own independent adult chair, at the age of 18 months.
• Suitcases on the left hand side of the escalator at rush hour. (Don't visit London if you don't know the rules.)
• A woman remarking loudly "I WILL FALL OVER IN A MINUTE IF YOU KEEP PUSHING ME" on the overland the other morning. Yet somehow she still had enough room for her massive bag on the floor in front of her and also enough room to play one of those electronic mind exercise games. Incidentally, everyone else around her were like sardines but it was worth being a sardine in case you were verbally abused again.
  
• A few people I have spotted leaning against the only pole on the overland train, which is in the centre of the carriage - the only pole that everyone who is standing needs to use. At what point does that individual think "oh goodie, a nice big pole to lean against while everyone else train surfs their way to central London."
• There are also a good few people who launch themselves into the carriage when the doors are shutting. At Waterloo and Westminster this is especially funny (as long as you are not hit by the launchee) because they often get stuck in the double doors. A man with a very red face gothis head stuck the other day and it was ace.

Ah, that's better already.