Thursday, January 26, 2006

Lib Dem Sim Hug Boll

I wanted the headline to have only three letters in each word.

Don't ask me why.

Ok then.

Because I am once again annoyed by the lack of reference (if indeed a person actually needs to be referenced) to Simon Hughes being bisexual.

Take this quote from Aol News :

Liberal Democrat leadership hopeful Simon Hughes considered dropping out of the race to succeed Charles Kennedy after being forced to "come out'' as homosexual, he has confirmed.

The party president - one of three leadership candidates - apologised for misleading voters by previously insisting he was not gay. He said he hoped his decision would make it easier for homosexuals to put themselves forward for election to public office.

and in particular the malarkey below:

Mr Hughes told The Sun that he had had sexual relations with both men and women, and had used a gay phone chat line.

Did everyone hear that?

Men and women?

How does this make one gay please?

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

The power of red lipstick

Yes. It has power. As proven today at work.

I wore the reddest of lipstick today, made even more prominent me being black an all;-)

Maybe I was in the mood to tease and tantalise or titillate (yeah, okay I like those words), but honestly I did it for myself.

How was I to know that all my male colleagues would spend the whole day talking to my lips, talking to me about my lips, or just staring. (and I'm not talking in a "Oh my god doesn't she look nutty kind of way" either.


The power of red.

Loving it.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Nasty, disgusting and sad

  1. Nasty and disgusting was the woman at the footie game on Saturday (Worthing v Wimbledon, yeah we lost 2 - 0, but whatever), who blocked the one and only toilet with her nasty runny poo so therefore it wouldn't flush, ran out without washing her hands and hiding her face. (I was dying to go but definitely, absolutely did not use it). Plain nasty.
  2. Disgusting was the woman on Sunday, who thought I should get up off the wall, move my jacket, whilst I was enjoying free air and sunshine on the seafront, just to let her brat 'enjoy' walking along the whole wall. (I shall not, I shall not be moved...stupid cow.) Disgusting behaviour, stupid attitude.
  3. Sad are some people in my household who appear to not want me to write without some kind of fight.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

Men, weed, Hall & Oates

I've been reliving my teenage years and finally appreciating the eighties.

There. I've said it.

I hold my hands up to having THE MOMENT.

You never think it will happen in your life time.

The moment when cable channels like Magic (who the f***) and VH1 start to really mean something.

Hall & Oates are doing it for me at the moment."She's Gone" is playing as I type.

I feel shame. Yet I have none. Simultaneously.


Yes. Well. Cough.

A thought that is running in my mind also is, that men should not smoke weed if they want to have sex. Or anything similar.

Especially when they know it's good stuff.

That will eff you up.

Can you tell me what the point of that is?

Apart from being bloody selfish?

Monday, January 02, 2006

What to do in 2006

  1. Get a more exciting job. One week in after being on Maternity Leave and I am seriously bored.
  2. Go back and see my friends in Munich.
  3. Go to Italy and shop, hard.
  4. Write more, and I'm not just talking in a blog either
  5. Do more and keep on talking as much as I do
  6. Become an Extra. I desperately want a walk-on in Eastenders. Yes. I know. Sad. Very.
  7. See more live gigs and review more.
  8. Get more freebies. The second half of this year was seriously lacking in freebies from Da Man.
  9. Wind up a few more famous people. I have been known to do just that.
  10. Get into the habit of buying shoes. Why? Because I wanna know what the fuss is all about.