mirpuri

2007 nearly finished

Mon, 31 Dec 2007 21:22:49 GMT

hoorah I say

2007 highlights

Feb month in Derry
Centre Parcs with brother and sister in law
30th b-day
got a cat
started driving lessons
got a tattoo
changed job ...twice
BT disaster (a very low point that one)
Trip and overnight stay in Edinburgh
finally got Skype and already been in touch with two closest friends that live in Barcelona and New Zealand!
Five people in our circle have sent over pictures of their babies....(NO plans for us to procreate for a while yet!)

for 2008 am looking forward to

passing driving test
(fingers crossed) Rome in Feb, to celebrate 10 years of life with my husband Terry!
Belfast in March
San Diego/Arizona July
St Just, Limousin Sept/Oct
...new job? hahahahaha
a new hobby
getting fit again and back into running, although with a car....

NO babies

sell flat and Terry and I can travel around europe together, I can but dream

I've not watched TV for days

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 02:17:09 GMT

I can honestly say I've not watched TV for over a week apart from the drunken night out on Friday, got home with my sister, picked an episode of series 5 of my Sex and the City dvd collection and sat chocking on our chilli nuts, am reading more though

In my madness I've managed to sign up to ComTIA A± courses through my work, yeah in between working 10-12 hours a day and learning to drive (on my 25th lesson and STILL not even looked at the Theory test or the Highway Code for that matter) am going to really achieve this new goal.

Hey I got my tattoo though, here it is, right in the curve of my back! Yes at the age of 30 very cliched.

It wasn't a pleasant experience and am certainly in no rush to get another one, it took an hour.

Persian calligraphy it is, means 'each day flees by like the wind'

virtual cobwebs here

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 12:05:31 GMT

I feel kind of guilty because I've not written here for a while but I've been posting to Facebook. My excuse is I'm on job number two this year and typically it's stressful and there are times when last thing I want to do is go on the net.

Amazingly though, my friends in Vienna, Spain and New Zealand all registered on Facebook within a few weeks of each other without me ever asking them to.

I've also found some old acquaintances through them, one who has been living in Madrid for a few years.

Facebook is the lazy person's way of keeping in touch, although I enjoy the joys of immediacy, 'gifts' sent over, 'poking' someone to remind them to post, have a nosey round their profile to see what they are up to etc. I feel that it doesn't really allow for any more depth than that, I suppose the difference between writing an email and sending a text.

I don't know maybe it's nearly the end of another year, and am scrutinising what I've achieved and where I've failed. Did I put enough into my friendships this year? Did I make enough effort? Did I truly let them in to my life, was I really fully part of their's? I'm amused that I've been sent 5 different baby pics...

I need to pick up my internet phone and talk.

AND a box of Thorntons arrived this morning

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 11:37:43 GMT

Curteousy of Neil Colk our case manager at BT who has reached the end of a challenging journey dealing with our problems.

Considering he was telling me he was just out of training in the then newly created dept (OfCom kicking BT's arse again?)

No doubt this experience has left him more cynical of the company he works for and what his job actually entails, wading through steaming piles of shite created by his incompetent colleagues.

Here's to Neil at BT for helping us out !

Back home and all sorted

Mon, 08 Oct 2007 11:19:33 GMT

We got a new number in the end.
An engineer came round but told us that earlier in the day, BT had applied our new number to another BT customer down the road, so when he called a man picked up and said that wasn't his number and he was about to call BT Faults...so engineer had to go down to the exchange and sort that him out as well as us.
Our line was connected on Sept Sat 8th
But had to wait another 2wks for the broadband to be connected
Then my O2 bill came in at £119!
Then our line was disconnected on Sat 28th for half an hour - engineers were testing supposedly

ANYWAY We're all set and have compensation
O2 bill sorted (for all calls to 08 no.s of course they themselves decided to remove from free mins and now charge 20p/min...)
£60 vouchers for John Lewis (can now get a freeview box)
3mth free phone line rental
3mth free broadband

Office in an Off Licence

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 10:03:39 GMT

BT continue to create an ever increasing pile of hot steaming shite over my situation.

Drone No.24 (mentioned in my prev entry) succeeded in getting me back to square 1 last Thurs i.e the wrong tel no. on my line which rings but not at my house (she will not be getting anything nice from me now)

OfCom came back to me last Thurs with a reference no. for my complaint and a BT tel no. for 'Referrals Dept' who deal with high level complaints and OfCom referrals.

I got through straightaway to this 'newly created department' (VERY VERY revealing have OfCom been threatening BT again?) and a case manager is dealing with things for us...seemingly all departments are saying it's a matter for 'Faults' to deal with - they're saying it's not...

As Terry put it across yesterday to Neil, our case manager, no engineer has ever been sent out despite our requests, get one to come and stick in what ever contraption they need into the phone socket to confirm the situation!

It's really day to day now.

Explanations and compensation later, right need a working phone line so I can do my job properly (told them don't even care if I they give me a new tel number). Mercifully my sis helped me move things into the back of my dad's off licence which is great but certainly don't want to be there very long.

Happy 3rd Anniversary from BT

Thu, 30 Aug 2007 21:11:02 GMT

Waking up in a bed without marriage partner, in a different town, on our anniversary was quiet sad actually. All because of a telephone company.

5wks ago, I reviewed our usage and costs with Virgin for phone, TV and broadband, worked out we'd be at least £40/mth better off switching to BT. Researched the web and even Which? recommended their Total Broadband option for our needs. Of course in order to take advantage of the vast majority of other broadband providers we would need a BT line anyway, we also have an existing BT line in the house, easy peasy.

To be honest we started with ntl 4 years ago and their broadband price kept increasing, our phone bills seemed pretty high and then Virgin took over. Never mind the Sky fiasco but at least 3/4 times a week the programme information disappears, I like the element of surprise now and again and waiting for the ad to finish to find out what programme's coming on but hey I paid for a service and it's not there. Plus the cost of the 'large' broadband was pretty high considering we have 2MB broadband but through a cable modem (how does that work?)

Instead of being welcomed back with open loving arms, BT went and cocked it up

They put me on a new database, the order was complete on one system, incomplete on another, 'open' on another and OpenReach sat and scratched their arse through the whole thing - even querying the identity of previous owner of my home Yasmin Cocozza and if it was me? IDIOTS (she did move to her new home across the street from my mum...)

After spending a day over a 7 working day period of calling and hanging in queues and being transferred round and round and round, 2 complaints on the website, 2 to Of Com. I now have a direct tel and email of staff no. 24 from BT who actually knows her arse from her elbow - I think it helped that I told her that I stand to lose my job due to this mess (which is technically true) After this is fixed I will be sending in ooh at least a five page letter with every department, time of call, waiting and drone that I spoke to I already know the address of the worst department out of the lot and certainly if no. 24 is able to fix the whole lot I will be making sure she gets something nice from me.

At my parents in law until Saturday, to at least complete most of my training on the Mac whilst conferenced in to sessions, T's got my mobile as thankfully I took out a new contract which had roll over minutes.

Don't even get me started on the Mac/Microsoft farce. I really really want to love Macs but as PCs run most of the world, some of the courses wouldn't start so I joined Paisley Central library today where I was only allowed 2hrs on a PC....for the day. So back to Glasgow tomorrow at the local library then back to Paisley for their library. I'm think I'm actually going mad - it's also to see T of course.

So are BT the only evil bastards here? My brother and sister in law have been having ongoing issues with ntl Telewest/Virgin, their complaints were at least responded to but completely inadequately and Virgin have gone back on things they originally promised.

I never did bother going to that other interview, it was the same wage and financial services (yawn) they wanted me to bring in a power point presentation on what my 3mth team objectives would be (what a load of wank) maybe I should have...

Another manager in my training group has had to move in with her parents because her broadband company (Orange) have been promising to fix it for nearly 2wks. She's decided to get a 2nd line installed with yours truly of course for £125 and get another broadband provider to that whilst she fights with Orange. Also, another manager has the telephone line, the broadband and the company computer and hasn't been able to connect to their 'virtual private network' since she started...no guarantees really.

I sent an email to my new manager today- she's been emailing ferociously about calls stats etc but not come back to me. So place bets now, will she sack me or not?

Heroic ability desirable but not essential as full training will be provided

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 20:17:05 GMT

Baggage Handler

Paisley £6.00phr

We are URGENTLY looking for full time baggage handlers to work with out client based at Glasgow Airport. Due to a new contract they are looking to take on experienced labourers to join there team at this busy time of the year

You will be responsible for lifting bags from the airport, loading them into a van and delivering them to another part of the terminal.

A full drivers licence is essential, all safety wear will be provided.

The available shift times are 6.00am – 2.00pm and 2.00pm – 10.00pm, please note that candidates must be fully flexible within these hours.

30 in Manchester

Sun, 15 Jul 2007 18:42:37 GMT

Myself, two sisters, sister in law and two best friends all went to Manchester last weekend for ma big Three 0.

Why Manchester? Well, initially I thought larging it in Ibiza would be the way to do it but the idea of somewhere hot and sunny wasn't going to be of too much benefit to the the brown half of the group. Plus, I wanted somewhere that was going to be the easiest for everyone to get to and no too damaging to the purse.

Apart from J, coming in from Barcelona - I'm so sorry, I never thought it would be such a hassle but I'm so happy you came over.

The Glasgow part of the gang were dropped off at the car park outside Smeaton's Airport. At Manchester we had to walk to the carpark for our pre-booked taxi, the police officer gentleman took it in good humour when I announced "We're from Glasgow, the state of our airport eh?" etc etc.

On approaching the taxi, my friend M did a Gallagher swagger and started at the taxi driver "arrright-TA". The mood for the weekend was set.

We had a fantastic time and stuck to The Printworks, Deansgate and confusingly Deansgate Locks (trendy canal side mee-ja haunts). Of course six glamourous ladies were always going to attract attention, men were complimentary, flirty and friendly from the white van man "you're gorgeousss" to male hotel residents "ladeeeez".
What made my night were the Gemini/Scoosh boys (22, white shirts, denims and bleached ghd straightened hair) in shock that I was.. oh my god...30??? And that I had to be 18, yes yes. I politely declined their invitation to Sugar which was just up from Loaf...

Fri eve- we had a free private karoake booth at TigerTiger, two mics and a tambourine, there was a button labelled Thirsty, not that we needed it, with the frequency of our "pod attendant" and the amount of tequila shots and "Rhode Island Iced Tea" that appeared throughout the event, then onto Label, then Slug and Lettuce then back to Label where I did the "running man"

We tumbled in at 2am, lots of water and bed. After breakfast, where A and S were disgustingly spritely (dam those under 25) we went shopping.

Sat eve - 7pm , a knock on the door and the girls burst in with a cake, happy birthday song and a waiter called Ricardo who they grabbed to help with the champagne.

A booked a fabulous Thai restaurant The Pacific, where my reaction to the price of the Sea Bass was perfectly captured by Juls.

Then out to the locks, Sloe Gin and champagne cocktails, then Deansgate. Then god knows what ever late license bar, where an old guy did some fancy footwork surrounded by a drunken cheering crowd. Then a bar down a lane and a lock in, but em, no booze, apparently you had to know the right people, obviously the group we were with were the wrong people, "Duke" told us it was ok to just go up and ask...we left and went back to the hotel where of course a group of irish people just happened to be enjoying a quiet chat in the bar.

I set off the hotel bar alarm trying to get a hold of some vodka. The staff told us to go to our rooms (did I imagine that they all stood with their arms pointing to the exit?) This was about 6am.

Sun 11.30am - Sore head, burning eyes, coffee, Resolve, water, packing, frantic wake up calls, running up and down stairs to return borrowed items, check out and then Starbucks where M suggested that groaning loudly helped to ease some of the pain.

When I got home, my parents decided to drop by to wish me well and we went out to a takeaway. T got out pink champagne while I opened my presents and actually managed to stay up til midnight

A perfect birthday- Thank you x

Excellent Excel skills required

Tue, 22 May 2007 17:33:20 GMT

How important is it to have "advance knowledge" of Excel? How do I measure my advanced knowledge? Does it make a difference learning 2003 rather than newer versions?

I'm learning at an "intermediate level" just now and sadly really enjoying it.

The other day I saw a bullet point on a job description that said "Must have advanced knowledge of Excel e.g Pivot Tables"

I wanted to apply but it put this one bullet point put me off - surely I can ask someone in the office to show me how to create one if it's so crucial

The other one I sometimes see cropping up is Access....e.g "must have experience of updating Access" I've updated Access, it's a piece of piss, I don't even have it on my CV as a technical skill, maybe I should

To complete this moan before I search for dinner, the best job title I've seen so far is Oxygen Concentrator Co-ordinator, no emphasis on Excel, Access or MS Project but "...a knowledge of oxygen therapy equipment highly advantageous"

Holy Tat!

Tue, 08 May 2007 12:36:40 GMT

Two objectives here. 1) To show the world a sample of a real life collector's Jesus tat. 2) To have a go at uploading photos.

"Moses and the Jesi" Note that brown Jesus had his arm broken off in a racially motivated attack

Wall of pope

Sleep Pissing

Fri, 20 Apr 2007 19:48:42 GMT

Twas last night, my 19yr old brother walked into my sister's room at 4am, she was asleep with her eight year old daughter.

My niece woke up and asked her uncle what he was doing, he said "don't look" at which point my sister woke up to the sound of tea being poured from a kettle...straight onto her jumper that was on the floor.

She screamed "Get out", he stopped mid flow and ran out of the room.

My niece asked her mum, what her uncle was doing, my sister was laughing so hard but managed to explain that he was sleep walking.

He doesn't remember a thing.

Goodbye Kitty, Happy Birthday Miffy

Thu, 12 Apr 2007 19:52:14 GMT

T & I visited Emburrah on Sat 7th April, primarily to see the 20 years of Pixar exhibition, it was satisfying for the £6 ticket adult ticket it costs.

Whilst we were walking about looking for a place to eat, we turned some corners and stumbled upon a wee gem, an exhibition celebrating Miffy's 50th birthday and her dutch creator Dick Bruna.

I will get some pictures on but now some facts

Dick Bruna was born in 1927, studied Matisse and did some detective novel covers (he's still alive)
The original Miffy character was a toy rabbit
Miffy has received the most birthday cards in the world ever- it's in the Guiness book of records
Dick Bruna takes a year to make each book, which contains twelve pictures and 12 pages of four line rhymes
One of his recent books is called Dear Grandma Bunny...em it's about Miffy's gran dying, hey she's got to deal with reality beyond her primary coloured existence

We watched a film of the painfully slow process Dick uses to make these books

He draws several images with pencil, it could just be Miffy writing to her brown friend Melanie but he does the drawings over and over until he's happy with the one he wants. He then transfers on to acetane, then spends days determining which colours to use, he uses the same palette: black, white, grey, red, yellow, green, blue and sometimes brown. He uses a maximum of four colours for each picture.

He copies the image onto a standard artist board (what's it called Terry?) and uses a paint brush to do the black outline.

Then if that wasn't tedious enough, for the background, he actually cuts round the shape in the middle on the acetone, for example Miffy, then transfers this shape to a blue or white card, cuts the card out and places that AROUND her....T was weeping at the end of the film.

Woman, fix your face

Tue, 06 Mar 2007 09:09:43 GMT

I thought I was insecure, asian, speccy, 5ft 5in and my 30th is four months away. I was in Boots the other day looking at Olay Regenerist products that an over airbrushed editor of some woman's mag had been promoting recently (Polypeptides...? Wow is this better than Boswollox?)

I asked the assistant for help, she asked politely how old I was, expressed her surprise at my age, told me I had great skin etc and advised against purchasing Regenerist as I didn't need it (yet).

I was flattered but because I'd already purchased Total Effects Anti Ageing Moisturiser and supporting night cream, serum and eye cream then I should buy a facial wash with similar qualities. (T thought it was funny when I asked him to promise not to be put off by the array of treatments I had in the bathroom, he smiled when I screamed from the bedroom upon discovering a second white hair, have one on each temple- he said it would be great if I had two streaks of white hair like bride of Frankenstein...)

The assistant told me she was 26 and her mother had told her to stop using anti- ageing products as she was too young but she'd read that she should be starting a new regime at 25 as a preventative measure.

It's so sad that a females are being screamed at by magazines and adverts to stop the seven signs of ageing but in their twenties applying lyptophonetomesciacticprobioticlasiktons (tm) that's scary.

I've been to that Space NK shop in Princes Square and oh my god, there were products in test tube containers - as if scienctific packageing and adding Dr would justify your spend of £100 on a vitamin C powder to dab under your eyes.

I ended up buying a standard Olay wash, I'd rather save money for my birthday weekend trip to Manchester in July and there's always botox at 35 for the brow furrow that's been developing...

Valentine's in Derry

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 09:12:35 GMT

As you all know I'm currently on a work secondment in Derry. Staying at a four star hotel on full company account, sounds loverly but this is my second weekend back home and I know that next week all the fun will definitely have worn off. I'm home by 6.30pm every Friday but fly back out on Sun leaving the house at 6.00pm (we chose Sundays or it would mean getting up back of 5am on the Mon)

I'm with a group of five staff and mercifully they're a sensible lot and not big drinkers.

Amongst the many adventures we're had over the past fortnight with the hotel and the taxi firm that my company has a contract with, here's two amusing experiences so far.

Taxis

We'd been having bother with the taxis, turning up late, having to chase them and to be told only 1 had to be booked and no sign of the other etc.

Last Fri was the final straw. I'd booked a taxi for 8.15am and two for 8.30am (we had two other staff from another office that week). I specifically pointed out twice that the 8.15am and 8.30am cabs were for the morning.

The 8.15am didn't appear, I called at 8.25am and was given the usual story that there wasn't one showing on their pooter. The two for 8.30am showed up.

On the Friday evening, having just put a wash on, my mobile phone started to ring, it was 8.17pm...it was the taxi company giving me my "two rings".....

I ignored it and imagined the driver enquring about our group at Reception to be told we'd checked out that morning!

This week we're using another firm, trying them out for a bit before the company signs up with them. On the second day the driver of the car I was in said he'd seen us all before at breakfast (?) turns out he's the morning chef at our hotel ! Next morning I was picking out things at the hot breakfast counter and I jumped when he appeared and said "Morning Yasmin", it's getting a bit Truman Show.

Four Star Hotel fun

After the faffing about in the first week, the hotel staff all know who we are now and have been extra nice to us. (They've been warned by my company that they are not the only hotel around....bawahahahaha)

On Valentines day, I returned to my room after work and found a bunch of red roses, they were beautiful. T had found a florist near the hotel and arranged the delivery with them. Shut it, I love romantic gestures.

We all have partners back home and couldn't face the Valentine's themed restaurants so had a drink, take away and watched the Brits in one of the rooms and retired to our own pads at 11pm.

Two of my group have rooms on a different floor from the rest of us, they are smokers therefore quiet rightly should be seperated from the rest of the normal healthy residents.

A domestic broke out out side one of their doors, and my colleague couldn't see anything through his spy hole, he couldn't make out what was happening so had a look outside.

There was a couple, steaming, rolling around the floor and hitting each other. The male piss head got up and staggered back to their room and slammed the room door shut. She lay there moaning and then puked.

Reception desk was called, two staff members came up one of them went off, presumably to get another passcard for the room and then unbelievably both led her back into the room....don't know if they sang a lullaby and read a story as well but they cleaned up the carpet and all was quiet.

The next morning my colleagues heard Mull of Kintyre from the couple's room, so they'd obviously made up.

On Thurs when we returned to the hotel after work, my colleague, the interfering do-gooder that he is, found a Do Not Disturb sign on his door, his room hadn't been cleaned. He told Reception and agreed that it was a prank, they also confirmed that the couple had checked out earlier that day.

His room was cleaned and the hotel gave him a bottle of wine and chocs, the manager also said she would investigate the handling of the situation the night before.

Oh the excitment! We've been out to some local restaurants, the shopping centres, next week a cinema trip and our lovely irish colleagues are arranging a night out on Thursday...
For our fourth and last week we've got a local tour guide recommended by our company who will arrange a time after work hours.

Thieves

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 10:37:59 GMT

One of the things I fear most happened to our neighbours the other week

They were burgled. I ignorantly thought that the whole place would be a mess and the burglers were naturally frantic and chaotic, damaging the home trying to find things to take. This looked like an amazingly clean and swift operation, straight in and took the SP2, dvd player, hi-fi, jewellery and cash.

The door frame had a long rectangle gouged out of it running down from where the yale lock was. No forced entry at the main door into the block (because as usual some fanny had left the lock "on the snib")

It must have happened between 3pm (that's when our neighbours left the house with their kids) and when I came home from work at 6.15 (I noticed that the two lights on our landing were off)

Thing is T was in all day with a cold but hadn't heard anything, the flat next door to us has been empty for two years and it was untouched, so I can only conclude it must have been someone they knew. Our suspicions lie with the idiot who used to live directly below our neighbours and who's daughter was always playing with their's. He was being chased by the police a few months (officer with dog and a helicopter overheard!) according to others in our block he'd been beating up his wife, they took him away. A neighbour upstairs said he'd also stolen a car in the past and was arrested for that too.

The neighbours told us this is the first time they'd been robbed since they moved in fourteen years ago. Truly heartbreaking that this has happened and of course my own paranoia kicked in. T was okay to stay in for the next few days he said we coudn't stop living our lives. He called the Crime Prevention Office for some tips rather than a locksmith, the phone just rang out. In the meantime we leave the radio on and a couple of lights, but I deep down I'm dreading going on holiday.

There's not much worth nicking at our place unless you have a major love for Hellboy and Batman. That's not the point, I find that as we're getting older and with the amount of daily badness going on in the world, our home is our sanctuary, our escape, our security. What's worse than having any possessions stolen is that a stranger has intruded in your personal space.

Christmas

Sat, 30 Dec 2006 17:30:43 GMT

I asked someone how their Christmas celebrations went and was met with a rather unenthusiastic response.

It's an "anti climax".

Eh? Of course it's going to be, you've spent an entire month on parties, presents and puking. It's nearly the end of the year, you feel fatter, you've got sinusitis, you go to and leave work/uni/college/dole office and it's always dark, it's wet and cold outside and your liver is sick, so yes the day after Christmas isn't as bright and shiny.

People who say christmas is "too commercialised", em yes it is.... some of us have the means to buy um stuff for um others, but ultimately it's an opportunity to be considerate. I can't abide seeing trash like a lilac bag of mixed assortment of no.7 make up from Boots or a pasta maker - I have not given or recieved either of these, although secretly I've always fancied having a pasta maker but I know it will be used once and stored forever in the cupboard. There is also the chance to buy a chicken, mango tree or goat if the guilt of spending is too much for your conscience.

Buying some gifts for my family and friends does not mean I prostate at the alter of the Coca Cola santa (tm). It's the chance to invite others into a warm home, share food and drink and commit that happy moment to memory, experiencing that lovely fuzzy feeling is what it's all about isn't it? Even if you're drugged up on Sudaphed and put on four pounds, that's what January is for, a time to refresh, clear last month's spending and realise that the days are getting longer, that your immune system is a bit tougher and you don't need to take any more Heroes from the gigantic tin at work.

Rant over, Happy New Year.

it soaks right through

Sun, 10 Dec 2006 22:58:19 GMT

Rain peeing down, had been out from 9am to 9.30pm with T, maildrop for sis/dad new offie in Maryhill then shopping and eating, in between two cinema films.

Saw Stranger Than Fiction, Will Ferrell attempting a Jim Carrey -not successful, Emma Thomson was really good though and of course Dustin Hoffman (in one scene eating yoghurt and talking, I was transfixed)
Tenacious D-Pick of Destiny. Daft. Jack Black was at his best in School of Rock.

I missed out spending ludicrous amounts of money on mulled wine, potato soup and flat bread at the continental market at St Enoch Sq

I've seen wildlife documentaries and I know that chimps don't like the rain much either

Big Pimping

Thu, 07 Dec 2006 20:22:29 GMT

On the Virgin Pendolino train back from the head office a few weeks ago, I picked up their 'in carriage' magazine. There was a page all about a website called Pimp That Snack.

Formerly known as Pimp My Snack, whatever regulatory bodies deemed this unacceptable for a variety of reasons mainly partaining to the inability of humans to dissasociate between similar phrases, in this case of course Pimp My Car.

For the nostalgia hooores amongst you, please go to www.pimpthatsnack.com (don't know how to attach links) and view people's attempts at creating primarily giant versions of our beloved childhood confectionary, some of them of course are rubbish and their edibility questionable (there is some amount of science involved, see the giant ChupaChup) my personal favourite are the MegaTots

hat not found

Mon, 27 Nov 2006 19:29:42 GMT

The pub could't find my hat, it must have been swept up with the sambuca shot glasses, crisps and the party hats from some Friday night corporate do (yes in November) either that or some greedy grubber grabbed it

I bought another one today, it's cheaper, I suppose that somehow means I experience less disappointment if I lose this one.

Sore throat and no Dequaspray, wonder if it's Laryngitis (loss of voice and on recovery, a characteristic raspy voice or em husky as some have actually described it....) or Pharyngitis which is a nasty burning, scratchy sore throat

Essential accessories

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 15:53:36 GMT

I lost my hat in the pub yesterday,

I called the pub just now to ask if it had been found, to be told they didn't have enough staff in and asked that I call back in an hour...

My brother in law was out on a rainy Monday, sheltering himself with an umbrella when a sodden ned came up to him and called him a poof. He isn't, he was just being sensible.

My sister lost her purse on the bus, someone handed it in, when she picked it from the bus station, thankfully nothing was missing....apart from the tenner, my other sister said it was a finder's fee.

This is Glasgow.