Murder suspect of five prostitutes..myspace

Weird. Weird. Weird. (please start each sentence below with the word weird:-))

1) Because the link is given by The First Post and God knows how they know this stuff.
 2)The link is here. On myspace.
(it might say the profile has been deleted but if you refresh a couple of times, it will show you.)
3) If he did it.
4)If he didn't.

Secret Santa

I have never worked anywhere before where Secret Santa is played.

Now I have the strange task of buying a present, under a fiver, preferably silly/fun for my supervisor. She doesn't know it's from me and we all drew names from a hat. We are not allowed to question the person that we picked either. (just for those who don't know what Secret Santa is).

Can someone plllleeeease suggest something/things for me?

Side note: I haven't been blogging regularly because I have power supply issues with my Dell. It will not turn on so god knows who's going to fix it. Grrrrrr.

What happens when you don't pay car tax

The police have paid me a visit. Just now.

Nothing but drama and flashing lights outside my house. A couple of nasty traffic wardens and a lovely big DVLA van.

They only went and clamped our Mercedes. Placed a lovely yellow sticker on the driver window (not read yet as pouring with rain).

Clamped?!!Can't believe it actually.

Did the same to a car a couple rows down too, even when the man was 'discussing' it with them.
No good that did.

This is why I did not open the front door.

This is all becuase He-who-shall-not-be-named didn't sort his life out.

FFS.

Wanking over celebrities (definitely not work friendly post!)

For the past three mornings I have woken up and attempted to wank over/about LL Cool J;-) He has just gotten in my head and I just cannot for love nor money get him out! I don't usually fancy people in the public eye but he is definitely like a fine wine that has improved with age:-)

My difficulty in not cumming over him is for that very fact that he is in the public eye, not someone I know, have smelt, have touched.

Bloody annoying.

Imagine having Groundhog Day and never cumming.....

Pussy girl let down Part 1

Baby Girl let me down:-(

She was supposed to meet me tonight at the Crap Pub after work tonight but she didn't. I didn't think that she would come down in the freezing cold of tonight but there was hope. No matter how slight. The thing that got me was that last night she promised she would come. I even told her not to do so because shit always happens.

She still wanted to promise.

So I finished work at 6p.m tonight and no, she was not there because she had a scenario. I believe that she can match me in scenarios I tell ya! However, all I felt was sad. Upset. Only a little but still.

Spoke to her on the phone tonight and indeed she did have a scenario whereas she has been left babysitting her niece because her brother and girlfriend have had a big row and she has had to look after the kid whilst they continue to kill themselves on this full moon night.

Great.

How inconsiderate of brother.

She has now apologised profusely and rescheduled for next Saturday no matter what else.

I want her so badly.

I want to see what she looks like without beer goggles on, although I met her when I was still pretty much compus mentos;-) (so she must be at least 70% hotness ;-))

Why are women soooo difficult??!!!

Do you know someone who is GLBT?

So now I sound like something you order when you're starving and pop in to Burger King for some lunch.

According to this article
70 percent of heterosexual adults in the survey admitted that they knew someone who is either gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgender.

It would be much more interesting if someone would do a survey of a large proportion of GLBT's to see if they knew any straight people. However I cannot come up with an enticing abbreviation for such people that is anywhere near anything resembling a McDonalds menu.

Yet.

Egged on Halloween

You wait til I get my hands on the effing twats who egged my house just because we said no trick and no treat either. To 'get egged', for those who are not in the know, means that a bunch of idiots throw raw eggs in their shells at you/your house/your car *delete as applicable, FOR FUN.

Idiots.

Twats.

Wait til next year.

I've got some reverse psychology planned for them I tell ya.

Weed shortage is planned

So finally I read some proof in writing that the weed shortage is real, planned, and apparently a lot to do with Vietnamese children. The Association of Chief Police Officers are due to report on the results of a two week initiative, which did indeed work, in September, across 17 counties.

So now you know.

If you have weed. Hang on to it.

It is precious in all parts:-)

Finally my birthday has arrived

Thank goodness! All that drinking mission I have been on all week can cease now:-) Meeting Mr Wray & Mr Nephew many times (see image left) on Saturday night was the penultimate conclusion to a mission finely executed methinks. Although the hangover yesterday was, to say the least, messy;-)

All said and done I have woken up today, a year older and feeling a bit subdued at the moment due to having intense feelings about my brother.
But hey, I'm having the best Chinese in Sussex tonight and friends are coming over. I shall try really hard not to drink one single drop of alcohol:-) I wonder if I shall succeed:-)

Wrong side of the bed

It's my birthday on Monday:-) I decided to give myself a mission this week as I'm on leave. To get 'mashed up' and 'lean' every single day. (literally drunk and or under the influence of any drug going).

By Tuesday I thought I would have to give in to this challenge. (comments like "you're getting old mate" are currently rampant).

However, I seem to have managed to carry a lovely weed overkill hangover type feeling into this here morning.

What freaked me out in the night is that I went to bed on the wrong side.

I usually sleep on the right side of the bed and He-who-shall-not-be-named on the left.

Not last night.

Not only did I sleep on the left, but also upside down, so I couldn't dream properly because my brain got all confused, and it felt as if I was on a boat getting sea sick!!??

Weird.

Don't know what that was all about.

Tell your doctor you're bisexual

After reading this article about lesbians, gays and bisexuals feeling a tad nervous about disclosing their sexuality to the doctor, it got me thinking.

Would I tell my doctor?

Why should I tell my doctor?

I know that people are continually making assumptions about my sexuality, which I immediately dispel, most of the time. I have yet to hear of a heterosexual person marching into a doctor, dentist, or off licence for that matter, shouting at the top of their voices that they are hetero.

My doctor is a leech. You can imagine him trying to undress you with his eyes.

God help me if I told him I'm bisexual as well.

I'm a racist get him outta here

Jaysus. (already you know it's gonna be grim when I start a sentence with the Irish one!).

Went to the Crap Pub last night with He-who-shall-not-be-named. The pub is in fact, not that crap at all but the name has stuck.

There was the usual Original Nutter, barely able to prop up the bar, let alone himself.

There were a few Fishermen type grandads.

Couple of Goths.

One girl.

IT men (meaning computer types, not wannabe celebs).

Bonded with the IT men as you do, over a pool table. More accusations of me being a hustler. Sigh.

One IT man in particular came up with this stupidly, unbelievable introduction.

"Hello. I'm a racist but I want to explain why."

I thought "Is he 'aving a laff" (in true Extras style)

Hell no!

He continued to tell me 'his' history of Worthing, which included things like "there were no black people", and "my mum told me you were strange" Blah.

Blah.

Blah.

Yada.

Even more yada.

I could not see the point of this conversation. He went on and on and on, without ever reaching a conclusion.

It seems he wanted me to save his soul and apologise for my being here or something. I really just do not know. The guy was even my peer. He should have more sense.

I told him if he wanted to 'be my new best mate' then coming up to a black bird and telling her you're a racist, is not exactly the right way to go about it.

FFS.

Tasty breasts

I love it working in the Candy Shop right now. I am planning to leave shortly, to get my real weekends back, but until then, I'm loving it.

A total babe came in today.

She had the perfect breasts.

Long hair.

Dressed funky.

It was such a pleasure to see. She did not lay her breasts on a counter like a fat bird would. (see above) (they soooo just don't get it). I just got a 15 second glimpse. Ok. A very long, unprofessional stare:-)

Personally I am wondering how men cope with the breast thing.

If you want to be a gentleman, and not a leering, anorak, git, how do you appreciate fine breasts in style?

Candy Shop Girl Part 2

OK. So I did what I felt scared to do. I didn't think that Candy Shop Girl would come in twice in two days, but she did! I was waiting for her all day and not actually believing that she would come, but, she did! Caught me completely off guard, so I was kind of a stupid-blubbering-girl kind of thing. Grrr.

I asked her what she thought about the pub next door. (This was the only way I could think of to kind of ask her out for a drink in a platonic way).

Unfortunately, she thinks it's crap:-( (No way of enticing her in there then?).

The question that I hadn't asked her, that I wanted to know the answer to, was, if you remember, whether she had a boyfriend.

She told me. I didn't ask. It just came up.

She met her boyfriend at the crap pub next door.

Hmmm.

Should I still try and 'woo' her anyway, which is my style:-) Or just leave it?

Madonna Madonna Madonna

Madonna may not usually make statements, well neither do I. I rarely comment on 'hot topics' but today I read the complete Madonna statement
and felt a tad miffed. Phrases like "I want to open my door" and "million orphans blah" don't sit well. It conjures up images of a childminder stepping up her game a little and Baby David is not exactly an orphan.

It doesn't smell at all like adoption to me. Not one bit.

Are Becky and Mel letting all the sides down?

I'm disturbed. By two topless models who are 'apparently/allegedly/whatever' together.

According to our beloved The Sun they will be doing all future shoots together. So they are a 'proper' pair.

Is it just me or is this weird and smelling like media propaganda wrapped up in chip wrap?

Whether I am with a man or a woman and in love 'forever', it spells disaster if I shout out to everyone that my I has become we and this is for every single thing I do? No offers, diversions, temptations, lottery tickets or favours.

Does anyone know this pair? For real?

Although some would say why should they have to justify anything about their relationship. I would have to beg to differ.

Just ask/read/ The Sun and you will understand my concern:-(

Hot totty may want me:-)

Maybe I'm on a roll. Maybe because it's my birthday month. Maybe I got the signals wrong but you decide.

A hot babe (in looks anyway) has come in two weekends on the trot to the Candy Shop where I work. I think she is only coming in on Saturdays and not Sundays.

She was all chatty last week and introducing herself (whilst I was secretly thinking her behaviour was a bit too close to familiar, nutty clients from my previous Government job, but I digress). She's from France or Spain or some European corner where the customs are a bit more lively and open than here.

This week, i.e today, she comes in and is chatty and asking me how I am ( and actually meaning it). She made direct eye contact the whole time.

She left.

Ten minutes later she was back.

Huge queues due to the lottery rollover. Two people on till. She decides to step out of the queue as she quickly realised that she wasn't going to be 'served' by me;-) She jumps back in when it's my turn:-)

She chats some more. Extra smiles, extra eye contact which made me pause and think...

Does Candy Shop Girl actually fancy me?

Shall I ask her out for a drink to the pub next door next time I see her?

P.S I haven't forgotten about Baby Girl either, who is texting me quite a lot and telling me lots of naughty things:-)

Smells like sweet pussy

"I got me some pussy, some pussy, some pussy. " she says, grinning from ear to ear.

Baby Girl is her name:-) (obviously my creation, but hey, this is what she calls me).

Finally I got me an older woman on Monday night. I cannot believe I was celebrating my mate, Dudette's, birthday until 6 in the morning, much pussy eating involved, with this crazy woman I met outside the club.

Tongued and danced all night.

She also announced that she is bi too which turned me on even more. (none of that "oh I've never slept with a woman before can you help me crap!")

Things got too much for us and we went to the toilets and were gone a long time, which obviously got the bouncers thinking we must be up to something. (which we were)

Imagine our surprise, as I raised my head, to see a bouncer's face looking down on us, grinning from ear to ear. God knows how long he'd been there!

He ordered us out, as any good bouncer would do, albeit reluctantly.

Natural progression was back to her house.

I am still buzzing and cannot for the love of God, stop grinning.

Hong Yun Chinese Restaurant Worthing

It was my friend's birthday yesterday, and apart from the usual Vodka drinking to excess and me reconfirming with her whether she wants to shag me yet, we all partook in a scrummy Chinese takeaway.

This has to be the best Chinese ever sold in the whole of Sussex. If you ever find yourself in Worthing then please ring them. Then wait for a taste of paradise to arrive at your front door.

The reason?

The food is cooked with love and warmth.

You can feel it.

You definitely taste it.

Next time I have some I 'll try and remember to take photos.

How good is your fave takeaway?

Weed shortage in Worthing and surrounds

Weed is not my drug of choice as many will know. However, it seems the police are doing a bloody good job of taking it out of circulation. The shortage, well, complete lack of full stop, of the drug, in Worthing has interested me somewhat.

It's down to the behaviour of half my friends.

You don't even realise that half the people you know are walking around in a purple haze half the time until something like this happens! Everyone looks just that little bit healthier. Eyes a little more sparklier. However, their mood is pretty psycho.

You've got people in Liverpool coming down here because up there is dry. Just of weed. Then they are stunned when there s none here either.

Usually there are big headlines when the police 'go on one', but this seems like a silent, sinister, 'we're gonna get them quietly' kind of initiative.

Is anybody finding the same thing in their neck of the woods?

Or is Sussex just unlucky?:-)

Murder number 2 on my Worthing street

I just cannot believe this is happening again. Another murder. Last night. If you want to know about the first murder from outside my window kind of perspective, click here.

Obviously my street is filled with unpleasant people, bad magnetics or too much drugs (of which no-one is sharing with me!). Probably a mix of all three I reckon.

When the police knocked at my door at 2.15 this afternoon, I thought they were going to arrest He-who-shall-not-be-named for unpaid parking tickets, so I was silent because obviously I didn't want to dig my own hole.

He was actually very attractive as it goes;-) Maybe that was why I lost my tongue:-)

Tells me that someone died last night and it happened in between 8p.m and 2a.m. Wide gap for things to occur methinks.

The one time that I don't get any calls from people or hear anything and it's a murder. I even told Mr Bobby that I am shocked that I did not know already that something had happened.

One cameraman has been so far.

Maybe tomorrow there will be more. At the moment there are just vans of police all day.

Tomorrow is He-who-shall-not-be-named's birthday. A few of the lads are coming over to celebrate and smoke.

Mr Bobby says to me that anotherMr Bobby will return tomorrow night to continue interviewing the teens in my house.

I don't think so..says I.

Can't you come back later instead?

We haven't got the staff.

How about between 5 and 6p.m tomorrow then?

OK.

Thank God for that.

Can you imagine. A room full of smoke with Bobbies at the door?

Nightmare!

Girl on girl tongue fest = angry boyfriend

Yep this ole chestnut reared it's head last night. I know I am attracting, finally, older women at the mo but the twist in the triangle was that her boyfriend is 23. She is 47 or something mental like that. Good on her is what I say. Name for today is Ice Maiden, although she was quite the opposite in behaviour.

Isn't it nice when a woman just jumps you, maybe because they are feeling particularly horny that night and just want something different or new? I love it. She was all over me. Tongue down my throat every minute. Crazy eye conversations. I felt particularly naked at one point in the bar...

Cut to boyfriend leaning at the bar getting more and more agitated.

He tells me to cool it with his bird. (cheeky mare!).

I attempt to stay away from Ice Maiden but she follows me everywhere and starts touching up my bum. I was enjoying it but was thinking at the same time that I was going to get my head kicked in by her boyf at any second.

So he steps in again but confronts Ice Maiden this time. (good).

"Are you turning lezza now or what?" he asks, in proper English, like.

Classic.

It was an episode of real life Eastenders to say the least.

The pair went home to row after that, and probably have sex or something.

I was left, laughing my head off at such a classic, comedy couple.

Am I too much of a snob when it comes to women?

Fabulous tickle fest

http://axefeather.com/index_pop.aspx?referred=&country=uk

I couldn't resist this:-)

Fire on Worthing Seafront

Big fire yesterday in Heene Mansions (listed buildings), which is a prime location in Worthing. Top floor flat went up (girl works in Spar round the corner, and is distraught about losing all her possessions, obviously). There were a massive amount of fire engines present, mainly because they were unable to put the fire out with the usual amount. Everyone is wondering what was in her flat that was so toxic.

People were evacuated and this was the excitement we had down in ole Worthing yesterday.

Hey ho.

Identity Fraud It happened to me

I noted in my previous post that I had a few scenarios recently which have made my blogging intentions go right out the window. The second of these aforementioned scenarios (read disasters) is Identity Fraud.

You know you read about these things happening all the time and at no instant do you think that it will happen to you. Well it happened to me. I only realised something was wrong when I checked my account online to see how much I would withdraw later for my leaving do shenanigans.

Lo and behold, my account read nought, zero, nada. Obviously if I had my webcam set up at that precise moment you would have had a sorry sight to behold:-)

Rung up bank and they proceeded to list a ton of transactions via Paypal that I had not made.

My card had been cloned at a cashpoint.

Whoop di doo.

I have to wait three to four weeks before I get my cash back.

Gutted.

Wedding of the year 2006

 

Wandered where I have been? What I have been playing at by not writing regularly? Well I have had a few scenarios which have been consuming up a lot of my a) anger and b)tongue usage;-)

First the wedding. September 9th.

Bride and Groom decide to get married. Groom doing it for the second time. Stupidly invites his 'mate' that is also 'mates' with Missus Numero Uno. Maybe it's the fact that Groom and his 'crew' all hail from Essex, but Matey decides to let rip at Groom (in front of Missus Numero Deux) about how funny it is that they meet again at a wedding for the Groom and is Groom really sure that he's picked the right wife this time. Matey continues to let rip, also bringing up things about Groom's kids. I might add that the whole conversation was topped up with Matey poking Groom in the chest with every sentence.

Naturally Groom flipped. Jumped Matey, both on the floor with Groom attempting, quite seriously, to strangle Matey. At this point, a guest separated the two. Like in a Western, both were mouthing off at each other from opposite sides of the Banqueting Hall. Matey must have said something just a little bit extra below the belt, which made the Groom flip again.

This time he throws a chair across the room with the intention of doing damage to Matey. Aim went out the window and hit Matey's Girl (who's tongue had earlier entertained my mouth and lips and...yes..that's another story!). Hit her in the head. She fell off her chair, head split open. Hotel panicking like a good un' called ambulance (Matey's Girl needed stitches) and Police.

Groom went to his hotel suite, fuming, but wanting to consummate the marriage (one can only assume).

In storms Mental Police Man x 10 with a mission.

Handcuffed and pinned to the floor was the Groom. No shirt. Just Pants. Flung him around a shedload. Tossed him in the van. (after more battering). All this by 3 in the morning.

So.

All unnecessary.

Even more so was the morning breakfast (with Groom of course as still in Worthing Nick), which ended up with Matey showing his face, wanting breakfast (with the rest of the marital party sitting there). However Best Matey of Groom stopped that by jumping up and grabbing him by the neck and throwing him out of the hotel.

Shaking my head I am.

The thing that shocks me about all this is that the Groom wasn't even a black man. He is completely white, posh speaking, public school boy type. What if he was black?

Would he be dead now or what?

Pluto no planet my arse

I'm not happy about this. My planet as a Scorpio no longer is. Because scientists went into a hall and stuck their hands up in the air waving pieces of paper and there was enough of them to change the solar system; and lose my planet.
Bollocks.
Obviously the ones who voted were not Scorpios.
Cunts.

My Bestfriend's Breasts

Exactly.

This is not a movie but it could be.

Woke up this morning with vivid images of my bestfriend and me topless. In a nondescript room somewhere. Nipples erect (so let's times that by 4). Breasts full; swollen. Sex sweat. Heat. Moaning. Pulse quickening. That kind of thing. Of course the images had to continue with us rubbing our breasts up against each other. Until I became wet.

Then I wanted more.

Cut to: Us running for a bus and never getting on it; on repeat.

Yes. Well. Cough.

These are the kind of dreams I am having to deal with in this heat.(not complaining by the way)

Does the heat really make you that horny? Hmmm.

Hungry for food, starving for a girl

I am hungry.

What do people do when they are hungry?

Cook up something nice.

Or get a takeaway if feeling lazy.

I am hungry for the beauty that is a woman's body.(but of course I am not meaning just any ole woman will do;-))

I can't just cookup something nice as if I am a professional conjurer.

There is the possibility of a takeaway but I cannot accomodate right now.

I don't even know why I am getting soooo peed off about it because what is on the menu where I live, you wouldn't even feed to your cat...

My Space challenge

Ok. I succumbed to peer pressure and got myself a space that is my.

Addictive . Yes. (but only for a week or two then you become slightly less obsessive about the thing)

Girls galore ? (yes, it's an effing jamboree!)

Met anyone off there yet? No. (but this is the test to see if I get some results or not..But chances probably veering towards the not).

Bring on the weirdo scenarios once more:-)

Grannies in Worthing

Walking to work today I was.

I was overtaken.

By a granny on foot.

By a mile.

I even tried to outsmart her by taking a shortcut but she still managed to be ahead of me.

I am disgusted.

By her speed.

By her cunning.

And the fact that I am officially slower than a proper granny.

Seems like I need to pay a visit to Age Concern to pull a bird so that we can relate or what?

(shaking head incomplete disbelief at this little scenario I tell ya!)

How to get laughed at - England v Jamaica

Just an after thought this one.

Woke up Monday morning.

Run out of coffee = brain will not function properly.

Put on Jamaica footie shirt and other things that go with it.

Went for a walk into town.

Never had so many blokes big grin me, snigger me or "morning luv" me in my entire life.

The shame, scandal and ridiculousness of me, is what is was.

Come on, someone take pity on me!

Fink !Fink! Zero 7;-)

Oh my God. Oh my God.

No.

Oh my GAWD! Oh my Gawd!

I PAID to go and see Zero 7 last night at an extremely pricey price of £16.50 and was amazed by their support band Fink.

Please visit their site, give them support, big them up, whatever it is that you do. They are from Brighton and signed and deep. Like a funky Coldyplay meets any talented Soulman.

Oh, and Zero 7, who I love by the way, were great. Done my ears in at time, but fine.

Sia, the singer of many songs, looked kind of okay in my blurred vision.

Ask me again in a week;-)

Fat men with fat fingers

A fat man with fat fingers and tattoes came into work with one of these babies on every single one of his fingers. Initially I was disgusted, and then my mind began to wonder whether he removes each one of them every time he has a play of a night.

The thought alone terrified me and silenced me for a good five minutes after.

How to pull a Bollywood babe

That is the question. It appears all the fashion in Worthing to find Thai brides at the drop of a hat but what about Indian babes ? Obviously I don't wish to marry a Bollywood babe but to have a taste of a beautiful babe like this lurrrvely lady would be faaaaabulous.

Am I asking for a bit much?

Don't look at me - I'm shy

I have just 'completed' a rather nice intrusive IM conversation with a young lassie aged 21:-)

She is oh so shy. Therefore she shall be named I'm Shy.

I think there maybe a story beginning here, regardless whether I wrote an entry only yesterday declaring my love for Miss Germany:-)

I love younger girls when the mood is right although I am trying to magnetise an Audrey Hepburn 50 year old but the Universe doesn't think it's good for me right now.

Apparently.

Look.

Miss Germany was 23 or even 22 when I met her and that was wow.

I don't believe in IM contacts being anything else but that.

However. I need a new mission.

I'm going to change that with I'm Shy.

Probably:-)

Miss Germany meets Master Redbull

I'm hoping this link below works. (there is also a link above in case not). It takes you to a piece I wrote which gives you an idea of what Miss Germany is about. (if you are new to this blog).
Cook Up: Women are like buses aren't they?

I rung Miss Germany last night ,three times or more. Blame Miss Vodka or even Master Redbull.

I believe I told her that I love her. I'm sure she will remind me sooner rather than later.

In the cold light grey of day, I am okay with having 'maybe' done this:-)

In the murky waters that are a shabby English Saturday afternoon however, I am unimpressed with 'He-who-shall-not-be-named' banging on about the importance of Miss Germany being greater than his ego.

God forbid that that could ever happen.

Yada. Yada. Yada.

Roachford Live @ Komedia Brighton

Boy did he rock! Oooh la la:-) I have never seen him live before and there was quite a few people in the crowd who hadn't either (I found this out whilst questioning people because that's the kind of thing I do;-)).

What disturbed me a bit was the few people who had to ask "er..who's Roachford?"(when telling people afterwards whilst staggering around the streets of Brighton, plus ladies toilets everywhere).

Oh no, does this mean I am old or summat? If you are reading this and you know who Roachford is, then, sorry but, you are old.

There are people younger than you.

People who read this blog regularly will know that I have a problem with this age thing and people suddenly (when you reach thirty and above) frequently appear who are not having a clue what you are talking about.

Anyhow, I digress.

If you did not see Roachford on his tour with Mama's Gun doing support (who, incidentally were not good...too loud, no mike control, too Jamiroquai wannabes), then I can categorically say that you missed something.

The crowd was heaving. The feeling was pure happy happy joy joy from both Roachford and the audience. Together we tickled each others fancy.

And that was damn nice:-)

Traffic lights

I love traffic lights.

Not as a driver. Because I can't.

But as a humble pedestrian.

You press the button.

The smug bastards in their cars try desperately to beat the lights and not stop.

But fail.

Ha! Ha!

Ha!

Oh the power.

Gets me everytime.

Bad Girl - it's official

You Are a Bad Girl

You are 30% Good and 70% Bad You're a total bad girl, from your wild hair to tattooed toes. But you're too badass to even care if you're labeled "bad"!

Are You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?

Visually nice tottie is always great - Verity Sharp

I am only watching comedy at the moment. Which is to be expected. So MTV Live is fantastic for a laugh. Last night though, I paused and changed tactic and wanted some good ole fashion eye candy.

Introducing....VeritySharp from the Culture Show. I think that yes, she has the same 'thing' that I'm always gushing on about , as Sarah Beenie.

I'm just amazed how she can look so different in each shot. (Some photos on the web, I have to admit, she looks a bit minging, but I'll let her off;-)).

How she looks on The Culture Show is just perfect for me.

(she says, licking lips, and drooling).

Teaspoons and socks

There is a man in my house and he visits my mum too.

He constantly nicks teaspoons and socks.

Has he visited you too?

;-)

Lynden David Hall

I didn't know that I wrote something about my brother already.
Lynden David Hall
is missed by all who loved him.

I'm still upset obviously. And even the word upset is a light word right now. No words can describe what we feel.

I think he will send me a song that I know I must write.

I think the brandies are on me tonight.

Valentines Day Massacre

My brother died yesterday. On Valentines Day. Aged 31. I think that is young.

I think and feel that I am upset.

A lot.

I have to grieve.

It's all over the news.

ITV and BBC. And wherever else.

I kissed his picture.

I'm deranged and irregular.

My love for him is strong and deep. Not caring about anything else but beauty.

Beauty and grief go hand in hand maybe?

I.Am.A.Mess.

AAARRRRRRRGHHHH

Screaming like a good un

I'm screaming inside so no one can hear.

If no one could hear she would be deaf in a moment.

I'm screaming inside because battles are lost but never really won.

Win without losing something and I'll get all the drinks.

I'm screaming inside because people give up when you don't want them to.

Control something and watch it bleed.

I'm screaming inside and my head wants to pop.

Step inside my mind and waltz into Crash Town.

Most addictive games on the Net ?

I have addictions.

Lots of them.

All of them not at all healthy.

So, in order to feed one of the little terrors, namely The Game Germ, I would like to know if there is any games out there that truly fit the bill. My Number one game, for the past year is Heavy Weapon. So addicted was I that I even paid the tenner for it. (I noted the description when I went to the link just now, as calling it an 80's classic style game, so I am obviously reliving my teenage years again).

Ahem. Cough. Yes. Well.

It's the Bonus level I am addicted to more than the actual game itself as that was completed decades ago.

But really...what is everyone playing until their eyes are bleary red and their thumbs are dead ?

Feed me please;-)

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?

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.

Interesting.

The power of red.

Loving it.

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.
   

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.

Wow.

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?

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.