New Year..New Start

I feel like I'm really ready for 2011...

Not that I had many avid followers anyway...but for those of you wondering, and probably guessed..i've had a bit of a break from blogging, an event filled summer away in Spain and now I'm back and a few things have changed in life!

1) I'm single, and this time it is most definately for good..no regrets, my call

2) I have a new career almost in high school teaching - well I'm back studying for one anyway and survived the first placement (eventful)

3) I've got thinner! (my hair is still has not thickened up though, but now brunette!)

4) I'm back into blogging, with some hopefully new shit to blog about!

So let 2011 be a year of laughs love and giggles xxx

La vie est belle

Flopsy and I dined out last night. We haven't seen each other in 2 weeks with each of us enjoying some pre-summer sun, so it was very exciting to catch up on all of our gossip. In the midst of our nutella calzone (the best dessert ever) Flopsy received an email informing her that she had been invited to the interview for................. THE APPRENTICE tv show!!!! I AM SO EXCITED FOR HER! imagine!

(this also brings me to think that I sent off an application not so long ago to the weakest link, and I've not had anything back....)

I have 14 days of having to bare this grim office work and boss and mooface. I was particularly surprised at her reaction to me leaving "oh just in time for the bonus". How I managed to stop myself from poking her in the eye I don't know. It's a shame she has agreed to come to my leaving meal really...need to think of someone boring to sit her next to.

I've received my teaching packs for some school placements I'm doing in September. My collection of red pens and stationary from the cupboard here is looking healthy.

LLB is climbing some mountains or something this weekend, the thought of him with a flash light on his head has amused me for sometime now!

Is it listen to your heart and not your head or the other way around?

So a while I go I was blogging about the horse and LLB dilema. A few days away in the sunshine alone to think about it really did do me the world of good and gave me a lot of time to just think...

I did a lot of reading of other blogs as well, and decided that I'm going to do some nice picture inspiration blogs, and found a great website weheartit.com, take a look!

LLB does my head in - and I'm sure I do his, but I figured that if after 4 years and a bit we can still get on with it and be happy, there's no point crying over spilt milk, or horse poo.

Somewhat Liberated

The deed has been done and I handed my notice in.

Unfortunately I recieved an email whilst away from the accounts dept at work notifying that bonuses would be paid in with our July and not our June salary. major bummer. so I thought I may as well go for it on the monday. I felt sick to the stomach all day at bitchfaces reaction, then at 4.15 I knew it was now or never.

Surprisingly enough she cried....and took it all very well....and told me I'd be missed maybe she's glad to get rid of me?!

Oh well I hope I get a nice leaving present!!!



p.s I'm going to see Stevie Wonder tonight with LLB and MEGA excited!!! and hopefully there will be some more interesting posts soon.

The Countdown Begins...

The countdown to handing the notice in continues....and I'm beginning to get a bit nervous. ooooo. One and a half days left this week at work and then there is the decision: after my 2 weeks off, I come back on the monday (pay day and bonus paid in day). Do I

1) hand my notice in on that monday???

2) wait until the tuesday, so I dont look like I'm just waiting for my pay and bonus (which really I am)???

and then there's the resignation letter..... Going to have to do some research on that one but I welcome any suggestions!

They Don't work

I was still struggling to get the right paperwork sent for my Spanish police check - this time the photocopy of my passport wasn't signed/stamped by a solicitor. Fine I thought, I can get LLB to get one of the guys at work to do it but no, they don't know me so won't do it.
Having never had to use a solicitor yet in my life for anything, I called my dad for some advice.

Now when horse and I were together, our parents got on really well and his dad ended up doing a lot of legal work for my dad's business, my dad still uses him and I think you can gather where this is going.

The last time I was in that office was A level results day - he had a bucket of champagne on ice waiting for us both :) A bag of nerves I went in then, waiting to open our results in front of him. This time I was a bag of nerves as well....nervous to see him again after so long, and to see the pictures on his wall of all the family.

He didn't really mention horse, and as much as I wanted to ask him everything about what he was up to, if he had a girlfriend, what she was like, I held back. He gave me a big hug as I left. I sat in my car, and cried. I cried because all the time that I was in there talking to him and getting the signatures and stamps, I could see the picture on his desk of horse and I realised that I still really missed him. But why??? why why why after everything that went on and why when I'm happy with LLB?

Since then every night I have been dreaming about him.....and it's really thrown me in my tracks

No Regrets

So that was me bringing you up to date with my current relationship status. LLB and I have been together now for 4 years (on and off). which is quite scary to think of being with someone for that long. and I do stress that it was very much on and off for a while. The off leading me to date a really wanker (i was on the rebound), and then get back with LLB again.

Now, if you have read my earlier posts you will have read about horse. My first boyfriend and only other time I'd been in love - my first love really actually. Despite it all ending, and the awkward stages thereafter, I couldnt help but accept his friend request on facebook a while ago and yes, I did set my settings so he could only see the albums I looked decent in and did censor my relationship status from him. However when you live in a smallish town and have a lot of mutual friends, word does get round of each other current status. If there's nothing worse than having friends, male or female, telling yo you're making a mistake with your current love interest, it's probably having your ex telling you this....and being right. Whilst I used to get a kick out of him knowing I was seeing someone else, I was always curious to know if his regular texts were generally out of concern or jealousy, and would always get that lump in the throat when the love intrest would start going skewiff, thinking he was right.

I'd probably say that right now things are going really very well with LLB. It's been ages since our last argument and I do feel quite in love. He even stayed my friend after me getting frightfully drunk at a wedding last night, falling down some stairs, and blaming him for pushing me. Love? He paid for a taxi for us to the other side of london, just so I could visit primrose bakery and couldnt face the tube hungover. Love?

But last week something happened that has really thrown me somewhat and is constantly in the back of my mind...

To this day I still don't have an answer as to why I was fully clothed and he was semi naked. He tells me it was because jeans are uncomfortable to sleep in. I'm hoping it was that and not a case of me ordering him to get undressed for a bit of action...then falling asleep myself, which could have well been a possibility.

We continued seeing each other until the end of term...he picked my up at the airport when I came back from NYE party in Paris, with a sign for "Miss Hicks". winner.

I met his parents, he met mine. They loved me, mine didn't love him. negative.

We partied together until the early hours, we went out and had nice meals together. positive.

We got drunk, and argued like hell. negative.

He made me cry....a lot.

I ended after 5 months of being totally and utterly exhausted from all the fighting. positive.

2 months later, he came back crawling.

he sent me flowers. i cut them up and returned to sender.

i made him beg + work. he WORKED! positive. (seriously milked all i could at this stage.)

he went back to uni to continue his legal training.

he grew up and shook off his uni bad boy attitude.

I fell back in Love, with LLB

The morning after the night before

10am, late for a lecture and trying to piece together last night..judging by the amount of bodies in our lounge, and empty bottles falling out the bin it must have ended with us inviting back a plethora of people coming back for an after party, and 3 pairs of heels that I didn't recognise, Hunter must have been "entertaining".

Halfway through a lecture my phone started vibrating - 2 new messages

Hunter: "bring me back some lucozade" nice.

Dumper: "so are you going to come on a date with me again - promise not to stand you up this time"

It seems we swapped numbers- and saved him under "dumper"

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Not wanting to seem like a keen bean (even though I totally was), I left it until the evening to text back.

"As long as it's not to see the Truman Show again"

immediate text back - he must be keen

" drinks on sunday at the ruby lounge?, 7pm see u there"

Sunday came round, and major butterflies in le tum! and what to wear for sunday drinks???? once the wardrobe had been turned upside down and the leopard print boots were donned, I made my way into the ruby lounge. THERE WAS NO ONE THERE, apart from dumper himself, looking quite cool in a coral coloured top and nice jeans. (didn't get a chance to look at his shoes.)

The conversation was actually quite awkward and there were lots of long pauses.... which led me fill those with rather long sips of my drink and later, a suggestion to go to a club. yes. a club, on a sunday.

By this time I was quite tipsy, and didn't really care if I didn't see him again so I thought, fuck it let's just get trashed and dance.

****

The following morning I woke up in my bed fully clothed, even down to my boots and scarf. Then I felt a strange presence in my room, and as i turned over there was a semi naked male body in my bed..............................

Supporting Local Business

This is completely off the topic, but I had to share with you.

Last night I went on a walk and on passing one of the houses, were two little girls, I'd probably say about 7 years old, who had set up a stall selling various hand made stationary gifts.

I was quite intrigued, and purchased a heart shape postcard, that had the pencil drawn, uneven lines on, and a blob showing where to put your stamp. at 10p, I thought this was a great bargain, and the whole shopping experience was the best I've had for a long time.

I was even offered a handmade bag, and flyer. The flyer is the picture at the top! I absolutely love the spelling mistakes!

Are you Anna Hicks?

So there I was...final year...out on the town and enjoying my night, then a feel a prod in the back and a tall devilishly disheveld hunk gyrating around my chair;

"Are you Anna Hicks?"

several things sprung to mind:
1) this guy has a really cool pink pinstripe blazer on, and is able to pull it off well.
2) why is he gyrating around my chair, and not my leg? it was like some kind of tribal come on
3) am i really drunk, or did this stranger just mention my name?
4) hang on, how does this guy know my name??
5) what have I done, for him to know my name?
6) panic.. oh god do I now have a reputation, for being a bit of a ho?
7) is my name on the toilet doors? for a good time call Anna???
8) no, no how would he know I was Anna by just a phone number
9) this guy is still gyrating, and looking good, is it the blazer, do I fancy him? am I drunk??

Me: "eermm yes, yes I am Anna Hicks, how do you know my name...."
Him: turning to his friends "oh my god I knew it was her!"
Me: "right ok, still don't get it - what is your deal" (getting really frustrated and paranoid)
Him: "Oh my god Anna, it's me... I stood you up on a date when we were like 15"

my life flashed back rapidly to being 15, alone and heartbroken outside the cinema, and now the doosh is stood in front of me, at 22, older, better looking (no highlighted curtians, but some cool designer stuble going on now) and quite keen to get into some close contacted chatting.

But he still stood me up, and had announced this to his friends, and mine, in the middle of a busy bar. Thanks. What does one say to such a welcoming chat up line?

option 1: "yeah, you did me a favour to stay away from pricks like you. dick head"I dind't want to come accross as the scorned 15 year old who still hadn't got over it though

option 2: "really, so, you better get me a drink then now to make up for it!" too cheesy?


I didn't go for either of the above, instead I downed a shot that had been waiting for me, and headed to the dancefloor....keeping my eye on him.

I could see he was talking about me to his friends, and smiling at me. As much as I wanted to hate him for doing that to me, I really wanted more of him

Don't hate the player hate the game

Post break up with Paul, it was fair to say I made up for lost time. I tried to do this in the most sophisticated and ladylike way of course...this is possible.

First I think there was a medical student who asked if he could practice taking blood from me on our second date. Was he being serious or was this some kind of s+m practice I wasn't aware of? I knew that the bottle of bolli on the 1st date was a decoy.

Then there was big Tom - big because he was tall, not because of his manhood.. so I was told. Tom had a charm about him that reminded me of Hugh Grant - very southern, very polo, very much wanted by quite a lot of other girls. Tom was a player, and that was fine by me - his girlfriend wasn't so keen on this though. ouch. He was obviously quite keen to cross the line for a good few years then got caught out. A message on facebook arrived in my inbox before xmas. 16 other girls, including his girlfriend, were cc'd in as well:

"sorry"

"As some of you may know I have been unfaithful to my girlfriend Tess for some time now. I have hurt and upset her, and I just want her to know how sorry I am."

Oh Tom! I did feel bad for him, but the only response I had was the timeless "don't hate the player hate the game"

At the same time as liasons with Tom I had also been seeing elliott who was just lovely, but a bit too inexperienced with and I think I would have ended up being more like a mother figure too. I didn't realise that eliott and tom were on the same course at uni....and it was only at a rugby match that tom had invited me to, (an opportunity to see him in shorts couldn't go a miss) that I spotted eliott in the clubhouse. LUCKILY, Tom was on the pitch, so I didn't have to deal with the awkwardness of explaining myself to 2 guys, in fornt of each other.

Eliott was drunk - " Anna did you come here to see me?! "
me - "babe of course I came here to see you, some of the girls are watching the lads outside but I saw u and thought I'd come and say hi -I see you're having such a good time with the lads, I'm gona have a little look at the score outside then we'll catch up later in the week."

I didn't give him a chance to reply, quick kiss on the cheek, pinch of the bum and scootle outside to find some females I could pretend were my friends. (thinking back, hope none of them were Toms gf Tess and I had mentioned anything, that would have been awkward!)

Had a good oggle at Tom in shorts, quick message to him "seeing you in shorts was all too much for me so had to go home and have an early bath... ;)"

As gordon ramsey would say...salt, pepper done.

tom, eliott, done.

Why the long face?

Good people get cheated, just as good horses get ridden - Chinese Proverb -

Horse and I met on the drive into 6th form college at school. He tried to burn me off in his car at the traffic lights. I was easily impressed, and new to flirting through the means of motors. (as a consequence, I still do enjoy a little light flirting whilst stuck in work traffic...window shopping, almost quite literally, of course).

We were both still students at the single sex schools, however we now had free periods which were spent in either/ors common rooms, and often had mixed lessons if the classes were small enough. Through these means and mutual friends we took our flirting at the lights to flirting over texts (I became more technologically advanced in 6th form you will be pleased to know, even if it was through a nokia 5110) and eventually became quite a serious item. Unfortunately back then you had to assume, and have the awkward chat if you were actually "girlfriend and boyfriend" - facebook was not readily available to announce your relationship status to yourself and the world.

We were together and pretty much inseparable for about three and a half years; we holidayed together, we celebrated 18ths together, we studied together, we went to the same uni together. It was probably at the end of my freshers week in my first year at uni, that I started to think of things a bit more:

1)I had woken up every day of freshers week in my own bed

2)I had woken up every day of freshers week in my own bed, with my own boyfriend

3)I had woken up every day of freshers week, in my own bed, with my own boyfriend, and not been hungover.

Now, I am not saying that this is a bad thing at all, and I am not encouraging everyone that goes to uni to act in any kind of irresponsive manner, but there were a few niggling things that were going on between us and with the above realisation, something needed to be done; I guess now looking back we were both growing up in our own different ways and wanted different things. I was also really fed up of sharing him with his mother - this has since made me vet any future boyfriends to see if they are mummy's boys. He also had really shit shoes. and was too tall. and lanky. and did look a bit like a horse.

I think I made a half hearted attempt at making it work again and again, and I believe that looking back now, his attempt was half hearted too. Our relationship had become very "easy", and when I wanted a bit of security after a mad night out, or just bored and needed attention, I knew that I could quite easily get into his halls and spend the rest of the night with him.

My get out of jail and go card was my overseas placements with uni. It "worked" for a few weeks, then slowly fizzled out. I was on to pastures new. Unfortunately neither of us never changed mobile numbers, and there were several back on, back off moments over the years. It was probably only until about 3 months ago, that I deleted his number.

As much as I knew and know now, that I could never have anything with him again, as so much has gone on over the years, there had until recently, always been something deep inside of me that wondered what if?

So there I was single for the next few years at uni - fun i had, friends i made, men, or rather boys, i met, regrets i laugh at, but if there was one thing I did learn it was to never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from any direction.

My first experience with Northwood boys - This should have been a lesson to me that they are all knob heads

At the tender age of 15, I met a boy at the joint school disco (I was educated from the age of 5 at a single sex girls school, Northwood girls, you'd think that would turn me, but we quickly learnt how to sneak out to the boys school down the road...).
We danced, stiff arms on each others shoulders, we snogged non stop like it was supposed to be a world record, we exchanged numbers (landline I must admit, there was no flirty texts back in the day). I was in L.O.V.E....
After countless love letter exchanges from the boys on the bus, we had arranged to go out on a date to see the Truman Show at the ABC cinemas in my local town. Thinking back now, getting a little bit of torn paper with scribbled writing was so much more exciting than an email or text.
Anyway I can remember being a nervous wreck and getting my dad to drop me off around the corner so he didn't spy on me.
I waited and waited but there was no sign.

I waited longer, about 25 minutes, wakling around the little green at the front of the cinema so as not to look like I had been stood up, but that sinking feeling was now firm in my mind....I had been stood up. Oh I was heartbroken - more so that I had to find a payphone and ring my dad to come and pick me up. I cried all the way home and vowed never to date Northwood boys again. I couldn't even send a rude message to tell him where to stick it. The jerk.

Needless to say no more love letters were exchanged, and I doubted that I would EVER be able to go on a date again in fear that I would be stood up.

I did however end up dating said Northwood boys again...

to be continued

bloggers block

I've been away, and thoroughly enjoyed my break, all the time thinking, oh I must blog about that when I get back...and now I have total bloggers block! It's quite hard to get back into, and I resolved to the fact that it is a bit mean to constantly go on about cow face in the office, especially if you don't know her and can empathise with my rants.

Highlights of the holiday anyway were:
The Cirque Beatles Love show. OH MY GOD, seriously breathtaking.

My stock up of bikinis from Victorias Secret (why by the way do victorias secret practically stop at a D cup except for boring bras? what about all the people in LA who have had implants? (Mine are real thanks))

Seeing Joan Rivers

Newport Beach - I WANT to live there!

OH! and my birthday win on the Roulette tables, how could I forget that!!!

Tomorrow is St Georges Day here in the UK, and although I am much more thrilled to be out celebrating paddys day (despite being British) I'm going to make some st georges day cupcakes then drink cider in a beer garden post 4pm!!

Come on over! You're family

3 (of the many) reasons why I love my fulwood fanny so much:



1)She makes great cakes



2)We do really fun and random things together, like burlesque dancing at a community centre nr rotherham on a friday night, with 40something chain smoking women (that's a story for another time)



3)I got the above message (my title for the post) after asking her if I would be intruding on her mothers day lunch on sunday. (mine is going to Spain.........without me)






Now, you may be wondering who I'm talking about here, it is in fact Louiza, who will from now on go by the name of fulwood fanny since she has become a Fulwood resident. (posh place in Shefvegas). I'm very happy for her and Pete (her beau who I am yet to meet!) and hope they have lots of happy times there. If she lets me, I will put some pics on here of her des res, but you can't go stalking her like ok. Maybe I'll make her a cross stitch present like this as a gift?

Fanny and I go go back to the days of uni, as you will have seen if you read the first post, the name of the blog is thanks to her. She makes me laugh, sometimes so much that I can't breathe. Everyone should have a friend like her in their life.

One of the best memories I have with Fanny could probably be when we first moved to Nice.
We spent a january weekend in Nice, looking for some accommodation for our 6 month Business School placement. We rocked up, thinking we were going to swan into a ready made jet set Cote D'Azur life of big sun hats, cocktails and designer parties on terraces. Or maybe that was just me?
The weekend was spent trudging the not so glam streets of Nice, realising that our shoe string budget would not get us anywhwere to live in this shitty town. Every church we went past, we prayed in. Every bar we walked past, we drank in. And every patisserie we walked past, we drowned our sorrows in a sugar rush of millefeuilles.
After almost ending up residents of an all girls convent accomodation, with a cerfew of 11pm (je ne pense pas), we came to the realisation that it was the end of our weekend, we had nowhere to live, and we were starting the course the week after.
We were tired. We were sad. It was bloody freezing. And we cried.........all the way through our final meal in Nice, to each other, to the waiter, to anyone in the frigging restaurant who looked sympathetic.
(don't feel too sad here, I am laughing as I am writing this at the state we were in)

Then we called our dads.

And cried down the phone to them.

It didn't work,

but we ended up in an Irish Bar.

Here we met some people from our rival uni, who, like fate had it, had 2 spare rooms in their flat.

It didn't matter what it was like, or how much rent it was, it was ours.

6 months in Nice together; living in a 6 bed flat, with an oven that blew the fuse for the entire apartment, a washing machine that secreted rust onto your clothes, a landlord that shagged his misstess the weekend before I arrived, ON MY MATTRESS, a Portuguese workman that was drunk on the job, from our vodka, finishing off the work in our "kitchen", (it didn't come anywhere near to being finished at the end of the placement actually) a devilish addiction to cakes, of any form, and 6 months of secret eating, pretending to each other we were really following the atkins diet really well...and we really did bond and become the best of friends.

We got the parties on the terrace right, but I wouldn't go so far as to say they were "designer".

I think this was my 20th bday party on the terrace. I forgot about that (paddling pool) hot tub.

I love my Mum

When I was little, I used to creep into my mum and dads room in the middle of the night and crawl into bed with them, where I'd continue my nights sleep. I don't know what it was at the time that made me feel like I'd be safer or better of in their bed, and I'm sure it really used to piss them off. Well I know it did actually as quite often my Mum always says "we thought you'd be sleeping in here with us until you left for uni".

If you've read the bit on the side of my blog "about me", you will see that I still live at home. This isn't 100% out of choice... When I finished Uni I thought I would whisk myself back to Paris and work there, but reality kicked in, I couldnt get a job that I really wanted, and so I moved back home to "save" money for a place of my own in Manchester. (Even though I work in Liverpool, I'm not the greatest fan of the city)

I've been at home now for two and a half years. I wouldn't say I am financially better off, however I do feel that I have made some great investments...in Louboutin shoes, Caribbean holidays (life is better with a tan), and city breaks, where it seems perfectly normal to spend £100 on a cocktail served in a treasure chest...when in Rome right?!

If it was really bad here, I would probably motivate myself to save harder to move out, but the reality is that it's not that bad; my Mum still gets up in the mornings with me, and sometimes makes my lunches for work, she does my washing and ironing, there's always wine in the fridge, there's always someone to go shopping with, there's always someone there to give me advice, there's always some comedy discussion going on with my brother and her (mainly about my brother "pimpin" his corsa), Dad helps me wash my car, and from time to time likes to give me some "petrol money" but we really know its for drinking.

It does however bring it's share of inconveniences. Take the regular weekend late night/early morning conversation, coming from upstairs..that doesn't seem to tire:

circa 3am, keys in the door, stumbling in heels

Mum: "Is that you poppet???"

Me, trying to act sober: "no mum it's a burglar, in heels, with a key, letting himself into the house"

Dad, who has fallen asleep on the floor in the lounge, honestly not waiting up for me: "oh I must have fallen asleep watching that film, I'll put the alarm on now".

I laugh now, but I bet the day I do get a place of my own, I will miss the conversation.

It's funny how you remember seeing your parents coming in from nights out when you are little and you are deeply ashamed of their raucios behaviour and lack of proper conversation...and now it's me coming in trying to have the sober conversation with them.


She's only 53, but in some ways, I can see Mum turning into my Nanna (her Mum, god bless her soul). Repetition of stories, forgetting where she put things, buying really awful womans weekly magazines (I made her stop buying them though now, and offered her cosmo).
They do say that if you want to know what your girlfriends going to be like when she's older, look at her mum. I don't know if LLB plans to stay with me when he is older or not, but so far, this hasn't scared him off. If he's looking at this in a physical way, my mum is a hottie. If he's looking at this in a personality type of way...he better watch out! I better watch out! I don't want to be a nagger!

My mum doesn't work anymore, she used to be a trolly dolly back in the day when it was glam - she still is glam now. My American colleague said she's a "cougar" but with this word not widely used as such over here yet, I'm not sure if that is an insult or compliment.
Anyway, not working leaves her to watch a lot of daytime tv whilst she is doing the ironing or cleaning. I blame daytime TV on her drama efforts, which are really good. she likes to do deep sighs a lot, and reitterate the same thing over and over again, sometimes I wait for the dramatic music, or smoke before I reply....as much as I want to giggle and tell her to get a grip, I never do.

I also never argue with her as, annoyingly so, 9 out of 10 times she is always right, and did tell me so. She also holds grudges, and I hate arguing anyway, so I always just let it slide and keep quiet while she vents. I'm never sure if this is a good or a bad thing, and I think that the day that I ever did give as good as I get, she's probably have a heart attack in shock. (Don't get me wrong, I don't always cower away in arguments, especially those with LLB, or my brother.)



Mum worries.





She worries that she has nothing to worry about. I think at the moment, she is worrying about a lot of stuff. There's lots of huffing and puffing, and "where am I going wrong".








Last night, in the middle of the night, I heard my door creak open, and mum got into bed with me.

Mum giving me some style tips->

What an exciting afternoon

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Mona and I escaped work early today.
1) I was in urgent need of chocolate
2) Eve my boss is away
3) I wasn't sure how much longer I could sit and listen to moo going on.

moo really annoys me. but like REALLY annoys me. she's one of these people that loves the sound of her own voice, and can change any conversation you are having with her around, so it's about her. I try and avoid instigating conversation with her at all costs, but even when we're working on stuff together, it "somehow" ends up that we're talking about her. As much as I try and stay polite, I don't think it will be long that she pushes me to the point where I end up spitting some profanities her way. She won't get a hug when I leave.

I remember once at a sales meeting she was going ooonnn and oonnn to another colleague, to the point that colleague fell asleep, but moo CARRIED ON TALKING ANYWAY???!!!

She also sticks her nose into everyone else's business, like earwigging into other conversations then swanning over to put her oar in. noone asked you...mooo.



Anyway, more pressing matters::::

Token gay is in bangladesh and I want to send him a parcel of goodies, including mosquito repellant. Does anyone know the best way to send such items, or if you are allowed, to Bangladesh?

17 days, 22 hours, 40 mins...

...Until it's holiday time. I don't think I've ever wanted a holiday as much as right now.

I'm going to Vegas, and then driving to California to stay in Santa Monica and discover the west coast. (I'm embarassed to say that I actually had to do the N S E W thing in my head then to work out that it was west...).

If anyone has been to these placed before I would greatly appreciate any tips of things to do and places to see. I have been to Vegas before, but only stopping off for a few days to break my trip to Hawaii up. At the time I was 19, and found $150 in the filter of the jacizzi at the bellagio. I must have been the only person that holiday to have won money without having to gamble. I'm not a big gambler at all, but I will have a little flutter while I am there this time - it's my birthday after all! (just remebered I put £10 on a horse running at cheltnam today, again, I am not a gambler - this is a client of mine who also is a journalist for a racing magazine, he gave me the tip...so we will see if I'm going to be doing any more bookings with him!)

I'm also hoping to see the cirque du soleil "Love" show. I'm not a massive fan of the beatles, despite me working in their city, but my brother got the rock band game for xmas and since then, my interest in their music has grown. My fave is "saw her standing there" as it reminds me of the shop I used to work in at uni - I used to clean the floor to this song.

It's funny how songs remind you of things....anyone with other links to beatles songs?

Let's start from the very beginning

Well, I had been thinking of doing this for a while...and here I am. I feel somewhat nervous, like I am writing an ad for a dating site?!

The main reason for starting a blog?....I am excedingly frustrated at work right now, and I am hoping that this will be some form of escapism. (And also cosmopolitan (my bible) horoscopes recommended I started a blog) So let's see what happens!

So let's start from the very beginning - I'm fast approaching 25, I graduated uni 2 1/2 years ago with a degree in Languages + business, a passion for fashion and a willingness to party all the time. During the course, I spent time in Nice (Fr), Jaen (Sp) and Paris, where I left my heart.... I actually have an unhealthy desire to return to the city. I'm sure I will talk more about these places and experinces more in other posts.

Right now, I work for a pharma company in "marketing" as a glorified dogsbody to my boss. I was promised the world in my interview, and I'm still waiting, 2 years on. So, after sleepless nights and lots of tears, I had one of those moments where I thought, lets go back to uni!
In September I'm starting a PGCE and going to teach languages. Noone here knows yet, not even my close work friends... June is D day when I hand my notice in, then I have 1 months notice period which I'm guessing will be hell, and August is going to be spent in Spain with my family and friends before I enter studentville again!

I have a boyfriend, LLB - he's also my best friend. We have been together since final year and he has OCD. I worry if we will ever be able to live together because of this....

Other important people in my life who you will be reading about:

Louiza - my partner in crime from uni. The name of my blog is because of her (I used to wear Chanel glasses at uni, and she decided to call me Chanel girl until she learnt my name) I'd say we really bonded in Nice when we lived in a glorified shack together. It had a great terrace though. We also practically spent night and day together in Paris, chasing our dreams, patisseries and parties.

My 2 village girls - Danni and Flopsy. F and I have known each other for 10 years now, she's probably my closest friend that I've known and trusted for that long, apart from Hunter. D, F and I all worked together in the local pub and since then a beautiful friendship has blossomed.

Hunter and I grew up together - he is like my big brother really and we lived together in final year of uni. Despite us still living and working minutes apart, I barely see him which really saddens me. He doesn't like my boyfriend, and I despise his girlfriend. People say it's jealousy, but I guess noone is going to be good enough for your big brother or sister, and I suppose that's the way we see each other. I really want him to get back together with twinkle toes, his ex and a great friend of mine - we met through him, and you know when you have those drunken conversations "if you guys ever break up, we'll still be best friends", well we still are, much to his current gfs disapproval.

I wouldn't be able to get through my days at work without Mona. She's Irish and great, I needen't say more.

The token gay friend is working in bangladesh right now, we were also in Paris together. I miss him.

Lastly, there is Bunny, who I only properly got to know in my final year of uni, and since she moved back to Paris we drifted...she's pregnant, and moving back to the UK soon.

I haven't forgotten my family! who I actually still live with - Mum, Dad, Batman (my hormonal 17 yr old brother).

I guess they are the main people in my life...others pop in and out along the way.

I promise the next post won't be this long, is there a limit? I wanted to fill you in though before I start blogging!!!



...I hope that I get some followers and support on here!! Imagine if it's just a lonely blog in cyberspace!