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Cold

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 04:33:58 GMT

Summer's gone. Damn.

I love summer.

It's dark when I get up for work in the morning and it's dark just after I get home. Depressing. One day just merges into another with about as much light as a Norwegain winter.

It's no fun either- this cold thing. I go out the door in the moring and my nipples protrude three fold whilst the rest of my body recoils and shrinks in horror at the chill.

Still, there are SOME benefits to winter. I might start working on my list to Santa.

What do you want for Christmas?

Shorts.xxx

Monday, August 14, 2006

Mon, 14 Aug 2006 15:44:06 GMT

HOLIDAY! CELEBRATE! IF WE TOOK A HOLIDAY.....!

Aaaaaahhhh.......... we are flying to Spain this week for a holiday! Yay!

Last time we went abroad it was to A Murica (West Virginia) almost 4 years ago to see an English friend of mine who had wed his beautiful A Murican bride and gone to live over there.

It has been far too long since we had a break. We are going to Costa Brava and will possibly squeeze in a trip to Barcelona if we can.

I am so excited that my little boy is going to get a beach holiday. He is so excited about the flight and the hotel and everything.

I just hope the airport chaos is no longer chaos by the time we fly. These terrorists sure are a pain in the ass. Our first holiday in 4 years and it has to be THIS week they plan to blow our airliners out of the sky. These people need a bloody good slap up side the head. How very inconsiderate of them to choose THIS week.

Political correctness has taken over at the airports and caused chaos. Every man, woman and child is being searched, then their baggage too! They are too scared to use racial profiling and target only muslims for bag searches for fear of being labelled racist. As a result, a third of all flights have been cancelled daily since this first kicked off last Thursday. The airport staff in all of London's airports have said they just don't have the manpower or the time to carry out the checks on every single passenger then their baggage, as the Government have instructed them to do. The chief of Police has said we should use racial profiling, as have the aviation authorities, but no. It ain't happening. People are scuuuuuuuuuuurrrrred of the Muslim community throwing a fit, so as a result, the general British public, people who may have saved their pennies for years to afford a family holiday for a short week will have to either sleep on the airport floor with their kids for a few days or may even be told that their trip will be completely cancelled.

In Israel they have used racial profiling to keep terrorists off their planes for years and as a result have one of the safest airlines in the world. They know, as we in the UK know and those in USA know, just who is most likely to want to blow us up. In Britain's case it's young Muslims. Simple as that. That isn't racist. That's common sense. That isn't racist. That's FACT! History shows it and you can argue with a lot of things. But nobody can argue with recent history. And any law abiding, peace loving muslim will agree. If they have nothing to hide then they won't mind being searched. They should in fact welcome it.

Pisses me off. Don't get me started.

Out of the 21 arrests made last Thursday in raids, four of the houses were right next to me. One is in the next street to me, two on the same street at then end of my road. Another one near the school where I work, 5 minutes from here. Police are still standing outside today (Monday) guarding the properties whilst the search for evidence goes on.

Just don't know who your fucking neighbours are any more. Still, that's what you get when you fail to have effective border control. Tinies island in the world and they all come and live HERE! Take our benifits and social security payments. Live rent free IN VERY NICE HOUSES. With MY taxes And pay us back by biting the hand that feeds them by blowing us out of the sky and trying to recreate 9/11. This country has gone to hell in a hand cart. Make no mistake. Don't get me started.

If our plane doesn't take off for the holiday this week I will go around their houses and kick their very asses. And I don't mean their donkeys.

By the way, Ed. I saw your brother today (Nicky's Dad). Stopped him in the street down near Walthamstow market. He didn't know who the feck I was. Soon convinced him I wasn't a mad woman who stops men in the street when I spieled off all his family member's names. Haha! He looks so much like you. Even sounds like you. I told him so and he said "Oh....DON'T say THAT!". Jokingly, just like you say it. Funny. Told him I beeped him up when I passed by in the car sometimes but he always looked baffled. One time he was with Rob and Rob just grinned back like a fool. Probably thought I was coming on to him or something. Haha!

Anyway folks. Going to pack my suitcase.

Suntan lotion. Check.

Bathing suit. Check.

Bomb proof clothing. Check.

Parachute. Check.

Talk to ya when I get back.

Shorts. xxx

I STILL FEEL LIKE I AM 17 YEARS OLD!

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 10:49:29 GMT

I am 34 tomorrow. I feel half that age. At the same time I feel like I have crammed in 50 years of experiences. I love my life. Only another 34 years to go. Better get on with the day. Such a shame to waste even a minute.

I think we will drive to the coast and enjoy the beach for the day. Chill out.

Love Shorts.xxx

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Sat, 22 Jul 2006 21:55:10 GMT

It's just so HOT!

The end of this week went up to 37 celcius. Now I know some of you live in hot parts of the world, but for the UK this is astounding.

I am permanently damp in places I never even knew existed. (Haha! ). I actually LIKE the humidity. Am I a crazy person?

About 15 years ago I spent 3 and a half years living in South East Asia. It was jungle. It was moist all the time. It was humid. It was a kind of permanent dampness, but I found it relaxing. Most people around me cursed it and made irritating moaning noises, praying for the sun to just go down at the end of the day just so that they could breathe normally again. But to be honest it was almost the same humidity even after sunset (very beautiful sunsets, I have to add).

This week I have reminisced an awful lot about those days because the heat here has reminded me of those care free days.

A couple of weeks after arriving there I remember swearing to myself that I would settle there one day. Halfway through the fourth year when I returned to UK, crying like a baby on the flight back, I swore again to myself I would be back soon.

Fifteen years later I am still in London.

Life takes over.

Work takes over.

Relationships rule your life instead of YOU taking control.

You have a baby or two. (The absolute best thing that ever happened in my life, by the way. Wish I had done that one sooner. Didn't know it would be so great.)

You can find yourself just trying to get through another week.

Before I know it I am 33 years old. Here I am wondering why I never took my dream and ran with it. I have to say, you can't blame other people for what you do and don't do in life. But I must conclude, in all fairness, that it was because of a man. Because of a relationship. This one bad relationship I had (EVER) and it sucked all the life out of me. It drained me. All my relationships had been positive before and this one just about crippled my very being. I wasn't even myself. In fact I think I gave up a lot for this bad relationship. Not just the chance to live where I felt at home.

Until that point I had been focused on what I was doing and where I was going and who I was, etc, etc. But when I hit that little hurdle (big hurdle actually!) I must have lost track. When shit takes over, you forget sometimes what you promised yourself in your youth. Your simple, innocent youth.

I do believe that you can't really make hard plans in life because you just don't know which way life is going to take you, corny as that sounds. It's also more fun to see what comes up rather than just say "this is what I am doing" and then stick rigidly to it. I think I am more like one of those people who closes her eyes and puts her finger on the globe, opens her eyes and says "OK, that's where we are going", for no apparent reason what-so-ever. It's just fun and adventure. Something different. Something new. It's exciting.

Anyway, that's what I have been thinking about today. Funny how a few days of hot weather can bring all those memories out of me.

It's a similar thing to when you smell something that gives you a childhood memory. Like somebody's perfume. Or your grandad's pipe tobacco. Or a smell that reminds you of your little school. Or a song that reminds you of what you were all doing or who you knew at that point in your life.

You get the picture? It can send you right back to a certain moment in time. Today it's made me ponder on things I suppose. Not something I do a lot of. Like most people, I just wake up in the morning and jump on the carousel and start going round. Today I didn't want to get on. I don't think I want to get on tomorrow either.

I will still fullfil this promise to myself. I know. I also want my young son to experience other countries and cultures the way I did when I was younger. It sets you up in a way that nothing else can. But it will happen later in life than expected. Then so be it.

Did anybody else make themselves promises in youth which they didn't fullfil as they got older and life took over? I bet there are loads of you. What was it? And will you still realise it?

Shorts.xxx

Friday, July 07, 2006

Fri, 07 Jul 2006 19:56:34 GMT

July 7th 2006 remembering July 7th 2005

It's a year since the London bombings where terrorists murdered 52 people throughout our capital on the transport systems. I thought to myself today that there has just been no fuss at all. There has been no drama at all. No real effort to pay respects on the first anniversary.

At first I thought this was bad. People should remember a little more easily. The victims and their families are still suffering so much. Government winds me up the way they have neglected maimed and suffering victims of that terrible day.

Then I thought, well, actually it is a clear sign that life has moved on and goes on as normal for most people.

NOBODY is scared to go on the bus.

NOBODY is scared to use the tube (subway).

NOBODY is scared to just go about their business as usual.

Life goes on.

For me, that is a crystal clear "FUCK YOU" to the terrorists who want to put the fear of God into us. It's a giant middle finger in their face.

These fools should come and have a good look at this city.

They've not affected our daily lives one little bit.

The doors are that way. Go out and don't come back. Scum.

Wishing peace of mind to anybody caught up in last year's terrorist acts and to their families and friends also affected.

Shorts.xxx

Friday, May 26, 2006

Fri, 26 May 2006 06:20:57 GMT

The Hosepipe Ban

The water authorities all over UK are threatening a hosepipe ban.

The rainiest country on the whole of planet Earth. Britian has long been the butt of many jokes regarding the rainy weather.

None-the-less, a hosepipe ban. We pay through the nose for water. Something that falls for free out of the sky.

For those of you not familiar with the term Hosepipe ban, it means we are told to use the shower and not soak in the tub, if we do soak in the tub, try to share it with your kids or housemates (yuk!). We are not allowed to wash our cars until the hosepipe ban is lifted. We are not allowed to water anything in the garden, so if you've invested money in huge shrubbery and plant life or a nice lawn, it will just have to die. Oh and let's not forget this little diamonnd of an instruction... DON'T FLUSH YOUR TOILET TOO OFTEN WHILST THE BAN IS IN PLACE.

Puke.

The reason they give for this preposterous shambles?

It hasn't rained enough this year.

Yep. You heard me right. We are surrounded by water. This is Britain for F**k's sake. It's an island. We have had nothing but rain for the last 8 days. As I write this now at 7am, rain is BOUNCING from my living room window. My car is as clean as can be due to the torrential, monsoon like downpour out there.

However, a hospepipe ban looms.

Will the cost of water go down as a result. After all, we are NOT ALLOWED to use it? Of course not. We still have to pay the same amount evey month / year.

Now, here's the real reason for the panic in the water companies.

My local water authority is Thames Water. Every day, according to their OWN statistics, Thames water lose at least 900 million gallons of water through damaged and leaky pipes and old infrastructure.

That is not a typo. 900 million gallons per day. If that is what they admit to, then add on a few more million gallons for a true estimate. Thames water covers the London and surrounding areas. Countless other water authorities are playing the same game.

Victorian pipework has never been updated and replaced whilst these huge money grabbing privatised fat cat water firms bleed our accounts dry for the use of water which we are not allowed to use, then have the audacity to tell us that it's leaking from every orifice in the pipeline but WE have to pay for it.

Come on people. Wake up. Stand up for yourselves. The apathy kills me. It really does.

Incidentally, the fat cats at the top recently got a pay rise that would make even Monika Lewinsky blush with shame.

I am going for a nice long soak in the tub before work. Hopefully the rain will have ceased by then.

Or maybe I could just go and stand naked in my street with my shampoo. It's raining hard enough.

Have a great week.

Love Shorts.xxx

American Trash TV

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 08:45:00 GMT

So here's the thing.

I work. I leave for work in the morning. I come back in the evening. Therefore I do not have the terrible misfortune of having to endure daytime television.

However, as I work in a school I also get the school holidays. I am now on a two week vacation for Easter as the school is closed.

This morning I had the joy of something called THE GOOD LIFE with Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie. Now I have to say, this made me laugh. But what I really want to ask though, is, are these girls indicative of American girls per se? Is the dumbness real? I think I just made that word up (dumbness).

For example, throughout the whole show (actually EVERY show) the two girls continuously ask "Do you love it?" ie Paris kisses a very old man full on the lips - he is in an old people's home - and asks "Do you love it". He loved it alright - the poor guy could barely contain his heart attack. When the girls decide to buy their host family a dog to replace the one that died they replace a tiny pocket dog with a Great Dane the size of a small horse, charge the $2,000 bill to the host family and say "Do you love it?". They are just so stupid that they are hillarious. I don't know how much of this is acted but I found myself strangely hooked to this car crash TV. What is UP with ME? It's shocking THAT I find myself watching this crap and think I might actually have to have some kind of surgery if I were to be subjected to this on a regular basis. I don't really watch TV normally, but I was ironing clothes and that is such a mundane task that I have to have the TV on or I just cannot iron. Either the TV or music. Next time it will be music. Haha!

Now I am not knocking stay at home folk, but I am a little worried at the prospect that they may be sucking up this stuff through a straw every day. It MUST have an effect. It's a kind of stupid that I have never seen before. I am worried that it entertained me for a moment. I see the appeal. Somebody please reassure me that I am not a simpleton of some kind.

It's not just American shows either. There are plenty of British shows that are unfortunately following the same thread. A bucket load of them if the truth be told.

I never thought I would say this, but I can hardly wait to get back to work. Yikes.

Have a great week everybody.

Love Shorts.xxx

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 08:44:51 GMT

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Thu, 12 Jan 2006 22:08:44 GMT

The Audacity!!

The sheer audacity! This guy reverses into my car when I am parked. He smashes up my number plate. He gets out of car. Two males get out of the back of his car. I get out of my car and they approach me. I see they are all Eastern European. There are swarms of them now in East London. Swarms I tell ya. Swarms. So before either party has spoken, my first thought after noticing they are Eastern European ish, is "OK, probably no insurance". Now I know that was very judgemental of me but you have to understand there have been countless hit and run accidents and too many deaths, even of children, by foreigners and immigrants with no insurance or tax or roadworthy cars. They are driving around in potential weapons of mass destruction.

So this guy attempts a smile, then immediately offers me cash. I politely say "No thanks, we'll just do this the legal way. Who's your insurer?" I have pen and paper in my hand from the car. He looks at the pen and I say again "OK tell me the name of your insurer - here's my insurer". He again offers cash and says that it's stupid to go through insurance. Now I'm thinking, is this one of the murdering bastards who knocked down a child on a pedestrian crossing a few weeks ago and left her there dying (now dead) as she was on her way home from school. A cheating scum with no insurance. I tell him I don't want his cash and he then gets aggressive. Says with a sneer "well then you get nothing from me - nothing at all" and walks back to the car. I am pissed off but cool as a cucumber write down his number plate and say "No problem, the police station is just a two minute drive from here. I have your number plate." He snarls something at me but his two buddies stand between me and him and he turns again to get into the car and he screeches off in temper. I am totally not intimidated, which is really a bit stupid in hindsight, because anything could have happened I guess. The two friends stay behind and try to talk me into letting them repair the car. I face them almost nose to nose and tell them their friend was stupid to drive away because now he had left the scene of an accident which is illegal and unfortunately I, as a duty bound British citizen would have to now report him at the police station. Oh dear. My sarcasm went down like a lead ballon. Like a chocolate fireguard. Like an ash tray on a motor bike. You are getting the picture, no? They were not happy.

Fuck 'em. Excuse my language but they need to kiss my big, fat, jive turkey, wibbly wobbly, dimply domply AAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!

Since thinking about this little sparring session (which happened just before Christmas ) I keep thinking to myself that I am somehow protected. I have said this before, but somebody somewhere is looking after me. I am a sceptic about all things supernatural I suppose.

The situation could have been really ugly. I see myself in really potentially dangerous situations in the past too. Things that could have been very dodgy to say the least, highly dangerous in some cases. When I think back over some incidents through the years, I seriously wonder if there are guardian angels of some kind. I feel protected. I always feel strong and confident in situations where I should be running away as fast as I can. Or maybe I am just plain stupid.

The thing is, it's not the other crazies of this world that scare me. No - what totally puts the fear up my chimney is the sheer size of my own brassy testicles. I cannot believe my own giant balls. Especially as I am female. I don't know when they grew so big, but they freak me out. I do scare myslef with how bold I become when faced with injustice. I don't know when I became this fearless (at least on the outside!). I am not sure it's a particularly good thing.

Well, I reported the guy to the police, but hey ho. Hope they got the buggers.

Have you ever been in a circumstance or situation where you felt somebody was watching over you or helping you? Or is that just absolute nonsense?

Have a good one!

xxx

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 16:59:13 GMT

Merry Christmas everybody!! Just in case I don't get here before the 25th, have a splendid day with your loved ones or whoever you are spending the day with.

Eat, drink, do the do and be merry!!

By the way, went to see the theatre production of The Producers in the West end on Saturday for our girl's Christmas night out. It was just great. Three hours of non-stop laughter. A real comedy masterpiece. I would recommend it to anybody who loves a laugh. Superb.

Love and Christmas cheer.

Shorts.xxx