FINALLY SOME GREAT NEWS

Finally, on my blog I get to report some GREAT and I repeat GREAT news. I feel I have been whining a lot recently and for that I am sorry.

But here are my top ten of the week:

(I find it is my easier way of saying the best bits I have done this week!!)

1. I GOT MY MASTERS FUNDING!! That is right- I GOT MY MASTERS FUNDING! HELL YEAH! BABY DOLL (as my flatmate used to say in the 1st year) BABY DOLL- FUCKING YEAH! As you can see- I am well chuffed about this! It is such a weight off my shoulders!! I can buy a car to get there and I can afford (just about to save myself!!)

2. RJ (my bro) has an interview where I work tomorrow!! I am really pleased- I am having my fingers crossed. Although apprehensive that he is working where I will be if he is successful in the job interview- I will just be sooooo pleased he has got a job. His confidence has been shattered by being made redundant.

3. I met up with my "history gals" yesterday! It was immense! We went and saw the new exhibition at the British Museum- "Henry VIII: Man and Monarch". ok, ok, ok, it was guest curated by David Starky (not my favourite historian (I still reckon there should be some more female historians on the tellybox!!) We had a great day- we went and visit Buckingham Palace (the outside), saw a mini guard change and chillaxed in St. James' park. We also just wondered round London- It was just a great day. We do genuinely talk about history and it is not pretentious. One of my favourite mates suggested that I look to apply for a job after my Masters at Wellcome Library because it is where I did my dissertation research and it is what I am really interested in!

4. I met up with my mate Bradders in London for drinks and dinner and catchups. I loved it. It was a good old catchuo- It is just such a smae we cant meet up more regularly though we have promised to do it more often since we worked out it isn't that far away!!

5. I love summer. The sunshine= hearts!! I am only a little red, but I do soooooo love just frolic-ing in the sun! I like eating ice-cream and playing frisbee and walking and looking. Everythi8ng looks so much better in the sun. London looks glorious. Big Ben chiming in the back ground, the nearby clip-clop of horses hooves opf the Royal Household Cavalry, the hum-and-buzz-of bees, ruffling of grass, the shrill laughter, kids gurgling pleasure and the general atmosphere of contentedness.

6. BBQs. My dad has officially nailed the BBQ cuisine. He is a legend! He has produced some good shiz from Thai chicken with hot cucumber salad, his own bbq sauced ribs, home-made burgers, toulouse sausages, and finally his salmon with sweetcorn and chilli chutney. Ace stuff!

7. I have decided to grab something by the balls and go with it. i.e. just ask someone out! whoop whoop!

8. I have finished writing all my letters- one to SJ, one to Masayo my Japanese penpal through Windsor, and also my reply letters about my masters- I am ticking "ACCEPT" to them all!! YAY!

9. MUSIC- this is just a great appreciative note to Lily Allen's new album, Muse (as always), Paramore, Amy Winehouse and Razorlight for their music of late. It has just elevated my soul as it were :)

10. Feeling content. Ok, so it is not something to particularly blog on but I do feel really content and settloed at the moment. I just wish I could spread the feeling to everyone. One friend in particular recently had suffered a loss that I couldn't deal with. For him, my thought are with him and for all my positive moments this week, I am fully aware of the fragility of life. In a sick way it just makes me all the more aware of how grateful the position I am in.

Love, Good feeling and positivity to one and all!

Enjoy the sunshine and good feeling!

XX

The Purpose??

On days like today I wonder... Is barreling backwards and forwards boxes of audio guides where I want to go in life?

No is the answer, but it does pay the bills (what little of them I have to pay at the moment!) and the people I work with generally always a good laugh. Still, days like today I wish there was just something with a little more substance than just ME in my life.

I am a Leo (starsign) for sure, which means I am supposed to like being the centre of attention. Now this works for me in a perverse way- I like to earn my way to be the centre of attention. I do not want to be the centre of attention just because it is my birthday for example- I have not chosen my birthday. I have not earned it therefore I do not want to be centre stage. I had this issue when dancing in competitions- If I didn't feel I earnt it or just didn't car you can bet you bottom dollar I wouldn't have danced my best! I am a buggar like that... :) However, my first degree- now I worked MY ARSE off for that so I am quite proud of that and will do my showpiece best to be in the limelight.

Otherwise I live for other people. Apart from that slight egotistical twist in my character I do prefer to live my life around others. I like to have people celebrate things and do things that I tag along to..

My basic point of this blog is that one of my friend, with two kids, is getting married next month. She is the same age as me. She has everything worked out (or at least I think she does.) I am no closer to being married (not that I want to be married necessarily) or have kids (optional) but she knows what she wants and what she is doing. She is charge of people (kids) that rule her day to day life. While I shouldn't envy her that, I do. I PREFER not to think about me. I am no closer to being a responisble adult that when I left for uni. I am still doing a studenty type job and I have no solid concrete plans.

However, one day in the near future I am sure I will regret this blog and my carefree manner when I have a life of too much responisbility and full of kids and partners needs. Still, today, I feel like a teenager.

Rant over :)

My Garden I: My Swing Incident

I love my garden. It reminds me of my Grandma. I loved my Grandma hugely. This is like a huge statement for me. Most people say they love their family and I do... but when it comes to wider relations I have four I can say I truly love to bits. My Gran was one.

She got me into gardens. We mainly made mud pies from an early age with what she called "clean dirt"! My mam went mad because we went home caked in mud (me and my brother once he was old enough).

I can just feel peaceful and rested in the garden. The only thoughts I have entering my mind are nice, more positive ones than any other time. (I have started to listen to music again to get me to sleep- never a good sign. I need it to block out thought that harrass me at night. I feel like Bella at one point during the Twilight saga where she turns this CD on and listens to it to drum out the worst of her thoughts. La voila. That's me. I think I ahve too much of a conscience.)

Anyway, MY GARDEN.

THE SWING INCIDENT.

Or perhaps I should say incidentS. The first time I went to go and sit on my tree swing and have a bit of a rock whilst admiring my garden. I am very proud of it at the moment. We have put a lot of hard work into it this year instead of going on holidays. Go us and our eco footprint decreasing with less airmiles to Spain! Anyhoo.... I was on my swing, swinging (as it goes) but I got a bit enthusiastic with the swinging forgetting I had a cup of tea in my hand!! DOH!! OUCH!! All over me!! lol I was drenched in scolding hot tea! I hot footed it down to the kitchen hokding my skirt away from my thighs!! OWWWWWWW!

Second incident... more serious lol! The swing broke. I was swinging again. This time minus the scolding hot cuppa but again with the enthusiastic swinging came a swift crunching snap of the sun-dried rope and hasty fall from grace. It is quite a high swing but thanks to arm muscles I didn't know I had, I managed to hold myself from falling as fast with one arm whilst twirling prettily around the falling rope to sink gracefully to the ground, my skirt fluttering delicately behind me, then settling to a circular hoop around me. My dad looked up and said something along the lines of that was almost graceful and gave a huff of a chuckle! Teehee It is quite graceful for me but I tell you what, my swing is well and truly knackered- I need a new everything- something to do when the weather is nice...

The only problem is now (apart from the broken swing)... I have rope burn around my upper arm and in my armpit from my Cirque De Soleil (sp?) -esque fall from grace!! Additionally I have seemed to have pulled a shoulder muscle... I look like a crow with a broken wing if I need to use my arms for anything- which is surprisingly a lot at work- handing out audio guides and the such like...

However, upside- my lettuces, sunflowers, lavender (which I want to make relaxing bath oils from), chillis and chives are benefitting from the rain at the moment! They surely enjoyed their mummy prancing around the tree swing in her frolics!

Please let the sun come out again for me to enjoy my garden :) I need some quiet head space...

GOOD NEWS FINALLY!!

I have been asked if I would like to (as I had pestered them before) work in the chapel archives at work!! YAY!! I will be working with old books!! yay yay yay yay yay yay!!

Finally!!

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Details to follow when I know what I am doing. I think I shall try and angle it for one day a week!! :D

SCHOOL "CHUMS"

Argh.... I had that moment yesterday that we all dread- when we meet someone unexpectedly who we went to school with. We so desperately want to be impressive and cool and important.

Yeah, guess what?

It didn't happen!

I was wearing a daft hat at work, standing outside in the muggy heat welcoming pervy old men into *enter tourist industry* with midges and greenflies from an infected nearby tree roaming around my head and having a particular affinity with my face!! Then she rocks up, thin, pretty (as she always was) and with a cute American boyfriend.

Damn.

At least she talked to me right? And seemed well pleased to talk to me- I hope it was not out of smugness for my situation! She is a dancer (professionally.) She left school and never looked back. She works hard. She now dances all over the world. In America for example. She was on holiday in the UK and bringing her boyfriend home and showing him the area. Damn. I can't really beat that. "What have you been up to?" "I work here, graduated last summer...." I tail off and ask more questions about her.

I just lack the cool-factor.

At least she was really nice. I am really grateful for that. And the memory of me beating her in a tap dancing competition once when I was little is particularly comforting... It is a consolation prize of "I could have done that if I had wanted to!" I did used to want to be a dancer... I just lack the natural aggression and bitchiness inherent in the industry to do it and be successful. I am far to easily manipulated by other people's thoughts of me.

It harks back to a convo I had with my dancing girls- when we had a bit of a get together at Easter. Jo and Polly had really tried to get into the industry. They are pretty self-assured characters. They know who they are and what they want in life. I am not. Neither was my other friend Charis. She was suffering from the same issues I had at uni. Polly and Jo gave up on the dancing game. Too competitive. Dancing wasn't fun anymore. If they couldn't do it, I would have been breakfast for the competition. I would have been eaten alive.

At the end of the day I am just pround of my historyness, my lumpy mid-section (instead of hardcore steely abs) and idiosyncracies!

Just at moments like that one yesterday... I just wished I had a shred of coolness.

Integrity in Recession

Howdy there guys!

I have been a bit off-colour of late in blogging. I just feel as if I have nothing 'personal' to say. Now I have several things, SOOOO

So I am going to try and get them all out in the near future i.e. the next hour if my memory lasts that long!

So...

INTEGRITY IN RECESSION.

Something we often don't associate together.

At work we often have days where it is quiet and we stand around (or indeed sit sometimes) and have a bit of a gossip. I was talking to one lady and we were discussing news headlines which at this time made 95% of newspaper's front pages. (It was a little while ago.) We discussed that while all these figures are scary and daunting.... 2 million unemployed etc etc. My brother is unemployed. I can relate to this. Her son was unemployed. We can relate. We found that increasingly we can relate to these headlines and it was therefore more shocking to us BECAUSE we KNEW someone who was going through the exact same problems.

Recently we had a bit of a scare. Well, in the end it didn't involve us directly. My dad was approached by boss this week and told that one guy of my dad's outfit was being made redundant. We were worried. Of course we were. Who would be next?

By the end of this week my dad was again approached by his boss and told that another person would have to go. Only 3 salesmen would be allowed to operate under this section of the company. Now my dad had been brought on under this section of his company to pick up falling figures. My dad is a bit of a terrier with a bone- once he has it he won't let go. He likes a challenge, even if the other dog who wants the bone is bigger. His boss told him that he had a choice.

He came and picked me up from work and on the way back home he said to me that he had been given an "option". EEK. Worry time. He gave a dour look. He had been told his job was safe regardless. He is the only person making the targets. HOWEVER there was a vacancy for a job in another section that was weak and wasn't hitting financial targets. They wanted him to come over, where his job would most definitely be secure and he would save his other three colleagues from having to (as far as I understand it) apply for their current jobs, but of which there was only two. If my dad transferred, his mates (as he viewed them) would keep their jobs. Otherwise, he would choose to stay and they would have to come under review.

Now *shamefaced* I admit I wondered what my dad would do. He was NOT happy. He only fairly recently just switched to this section, had turned around his bit and hitting targets. He was just making his mark and reaping the rewards. I thought he may stick to his guns. He is very competitive like that. It is the Leo in him. I have it at times, but since I am half Virgo (I am born on the cusp) I do not display it half as doggedly as he does sometimes. I really thought he may just stay where he was and let Ian (which I am pretty sure it would have been taking a look at areas and figures and all) would go. He has a nine month old kid. I really though Dad would be a stubborn b*st*rd!!

Today he had a meeting and gave his answer keeping us waiting. He has decided to switch over. He is not amused but he said it was an ultimatum at the end of the day. His colleagues would never have trusted/liked him again in the office he worked with. So...

I am sorry to my Daddy who I doubted for a moment. I forget that money and what a person wants to do can be ignored and someone can do the right thing. So I dedicate this blog to my dad. Well done. Sorry for doubting you, but you have a higher integrity than many going through this "recession". Many would have eliminated the competition. Thanks for restoring my faith in my daddy. Fluffly guy :,D

(BTW he doesn't read this- I don't think he knows how it works/thinks it is a little bit of a 'Me' thing to do!)

Integrity in Recession...

The House of the Rising Sun

This is one of my all time favourite songs- no matter who sings it, though Muse, The Animals and Sinead O'Connor do my most fabulous versions. I think the sombre and almost macabre songs are appealing to be the most at the moment....

LYRICS:
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk


Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

MY Gaping Hole

I want to be that
I want to be that with
Such longing
But will never be.

It depresses you
And makes your life
Feel inadequate
And a pale ghost of what it should be.

It gasps and swallows you whole
That blackness clouding you,
Then blanketing you
Then nothing.

I strive hard but never enough
One day I will find that ideal
But not yet, not yet.
I have to earn it first.

Thoughts of A Dying Atheist, Muse

Eerie whispers
Trapped beneath my pillow
You won't let me sleep
Your memories

I know you're in this room
I'm sure I heard you sigh
Floating in-between
Where our worlds collide

It scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see
And it scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see

I know the moments near
And there's nothing we can do
Look through a faithless eye
Are you afraid to die?

It scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see
And it scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see

It scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see
And it scares the hell out of me
And the end is all I can see

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVolJX7hbvk

Irish Guards Get Their New Colours At Windsor!

'Tis the first time I have ever seen the Queen, and I was dead chuffed today for having been working where I was! Gave me a great outlook!! Shame I didn't get any great quality photos though :( *sad times* however.... here (above, because I can't get them anywhere else) are some of the photos of the queen personally giving the Irish guards their new colours today in the Quadrangle in Windsor Castle.

The Colours display the regiment's "Iraq 2003" battle honours for the first time. They were the first regiment to go into Basra during the war and have lost four soldiers since 2003. They last returned from operations in Iraq in December 2007. The Queen also recognised their service in Kosovo in 1999.

After their practice rehearsals this week, I have to say they looked marvellous in all their regalia. They were smart, all together in their movements, the mascot, an Irish wolfhound, was immacualately well behaved, and the music was apt. They played Auld Lang Syne which was supposed to represent the retirement of the old colours from service. It was a really nice ceremony.

The weather was sunny albeit a bit breezy- but I am sure the soldiers were appreciative of the breeze to keep them cool under the bearskins. The tourists were ecstatic to have seen the queen- they never expected to see her and they were soooo pleased. They are in some ways more patirotic than us Brits are.

All in all today I feel pleased for two reasons. One to British. I felt a surge of patriotism and pride in our armed forces (not that I agree that they are always applied to the correct use by the government, but I am sure that is more political than their fault!!!). Secondly, I am just so pleased that we have ended our reign in Iraq this past week or so. It was never right. Sadam Hussain mya have been what he was, but the legitimate reason this government put forwards for entering this conflict have been founded to be false. How is it we get away with this? Regardless, well done lads! The British population are proud of ya! As for the government..... you have your comeuppance (I hope) in the election for you have let us down!!

Well done lads again....

Twilight

I think I have a bit of an obsessive compulsive disorder when it comes to books and films, I always watch and read the same books over and over again. I recently just got into this Twilight fad. ARGH!!! Bane of my existence. I am re-reading the entire series of books again for like the fifth time? I only got them two months ago!! Plus the film ahs been released on DVD so it is constantly playing in the background in my room!!

Mind you on reflection, 70% of book obsessions are in fact to do with topics that are out of this world. Twilight is about vampires and my other continuing obsession is Harry Potter. Wizards and vampires do not exost yet the appeal to me is absolute. I do not get it. I do not get me. Regardless I am going to blog my little heart about my current obsession....

The book/film critque of Twilight....

As with all problems with books being turned into films, there is never enough time to fit in all the little details that made the book great like developing the slow moving relationship between characters. You don’t get to meet the character and to learn to know them. You are constantly aware that time is short and is forced into a breakneck speed. This is the same case for Twilight.
The book has some wicked and witty human traits picked out by the author and used subtly throughout the book. The human observations are marvellous. You believe they are real characters. In the film, of course, we cannot get this. The awkward relationship between Bella and her dad, Charlie, the more-a-friend-than-a-mother/daughter relationship between Bella and her mom, the shaky start to Edward and Bella’s love followed by the growing sizzling romance... this is integral to the plot. It is why Bella goes off knowing she is likely to die to meet the tracker vampire James- to protect her mom, why she feels so bad about saying things to hurt Charlie in order to save him and why she loves Edward so much she does not want Edward to be distroyed by James from anger at her death. From what we can tell in the movie- it seems out of the blue. There is no real explanation. I think it is a film made for the fans who can fill in the spaces with their knowledge in the book.

(However having said that, a mate at work went and saw this film never having read the books and loved every minute of the film, saying it was one of the most romantic films she ever saw rating it up there with Brokeback Mountain- which incidentally I hate.)

BUT having said this I did get a kick out of the use of pepper can spray/fiddling with his rifle before meeting Edward as Bella’s “date” as a vehicle to show how protective Charlie really is over his daughter. It was humorous.

I was a little disappointed about the visual display of the vampire’s special abilities like Edward’s mind reading and Alice’s seeing the future. It was always hinted at but it was not used to the best of its ability. It would have inflated the plot and bolstered the relationships between the characters especially when Edward is spying on Bella through her friends’ minds.Now I did love the set.

The forest, the green beauty versus the damp descending dizzle. I liked it a lot. The meadow scene was gorgeous. The conflict within Bella for her love of Phoenix (hot and sunny) to Fork which is basically the American version of the north of Britain is not demonstrated very well. But I can overlook that because of the beauty of the scenery. It appeals to the treehugger in me!!

The stylisation of the movie was great. These perfect creatures are aloof and beautiful. The lighting was tremendous. From watching the behind the scenes section on the DVD I saw how they filmed it and how it was changed. The way it has been changed makes the film. The contrast of light and dark, green and grey. It is a far cry from other vampire movies. I also loved how they included a shot in the film that looked like the book cover (to hands holding out an apple). It was a lovely touch.

I love Jacob- I am looking forward to the natural grace and depth he introduced in this film. It was understated, not over thought.

Edward- I am in love with Rob Pattinson like every other female teenager in the Western world! Not only can he act and is gorgeously beautiful, but he is a musical genius. He added to the sound track- which was immense anyway because it had Muse on it... but Jeez... he is the best thing since- well I was going to say sliced bread- but for me it is the introduction of tea in Britain by Catherine De Braganza in the reign of Charles II. The Soundtrack is truly terrific!! Damn... I definitely need more realistic love expectations...

Overall, an obsession worth having... fab film viewing for two hours and a great gripping read.

St. Martin Dividing His Cloak, by Sir Anthony Van Dyck

I hate this painting. Teriible I know. It is like a masterpiece apparently. But I loathe it. Plus it doesn't help that I have been working in a room with it for the past fews days with it looming over me.

Some of Van Dyck's stuff is amazing. But not this.

THE STORY OF ST. MARTIN:

Saint Martin was born in Hungary during the reign of Emperor Constantine, and spent his early childhood in northern Italy. He was drafted into the Roman Army at 15 and later became a member of the royal cavalry guard. While campaigning in Gaul, this famous legend of Saint Martin and the beggar took place.
One very cold day a beggar approached where Martin was stationed. Martin, wore a large cloak over his armour. None of his comrades took any notice of the beggar, so Martin cut his cloak in two with his sword and gave half of it to the beggar. That night Christ appeared to him in a vision, dressed in the divided cloak, and praised the young soldier for his charity.
Saint Martin was the most popular saint in France during antiquity and the early Middle Ages. It is said that French kings carried his cloak into battle as a spur to victory.

WHY DON'T I LIKE VAN DYCK'S REPRESENTATION?????

In terms of technique I ahve a few issues.... The foot of the beggar in white is mishapen, the toes unusually bulbous and indistinct. It looks overworked, as if it could not be quite captured properly. As it is at eye level it is very noticeable. Also the proportion of the horse to the people, particualrly if you compare it to the woman on the other side. It seems the whole scene is too big for the painting. I think in some ways this can work for the painting. It seems busy and a very active scene.

Now the characterisation of the figues in the painting are unsuitable I think. The agressive nature of the beggar in the forefront trying to grab his half of St. Martin's cloak is violent and I think unnecessary. The way they are dressed shows their desperation and poverty. I do not think that the violent possessive nature of the beggar creates sympathy. The beggar in white has what is supposed to be a supplicating plea of desperation on his face but he appears angry. Martin is no better characterised. His face is a mixture of piety and apathy, veering more towards apathy. He seems aloof and looks like he is doing his duty rather than wanting to commit a charitable act.

The sword precariously looks like it could be used to help divide the cloak or spear the beggar who is far too close to Martin for comfort. The sword looks like it is helping keep the distance between the two main characters. Not very charitable, is it now, Martin? It go either way if we didn't already know the story. Perhaps Van Dyck was counting on everyone to know the story.

Overall... not one of my favourites....

It has been nearly a month...

I have yet again been remiss in my blogging duties. I shall use this time (arguably) wisely in a little bit of a rant.

RANT 1:

Now I love my family hugely. Like really a lot. From talks with pals and things I really don't think I know all that many people who get on as well with their parents as I do. I think we are more friends really now that I am grown up (ish) than parents/daughter, brother/sister. It does remind me in some ways of living back at uni. We only put out the trash when it really gets ridiculous, there will be those who avoid doing the washing up/stacking the dishwasher, the same ones do the cooking, there are those who do their laundry more often, and finally there are those who will not clean at all be it lounge, bathroom, kitchen, or other....

Of course, it raises the same contentious issues as it always has. There are little wrangles about people doing more from time to time, and arguments about the state of a room *not naming names -RJ's bedroom-gross!* I think some of us have to come to an equilibrium. Dad cooks, Mam washes clothes (except mine- my clothes always come back far too small- even so my mam can't get into them!), I will stack dishwasher, do my ironing and washing, occasionally clean the bathroom and lounge as and when the scummy-ness dictates! It is not as gross as it seems... I promise... I am just a bit of a neat freak- although I have far too much clutter to be really tidy all the time, I do have to have everything CLEAN and in the right place. It annoys me when I can't find something.

Anyway there is a point to highlighting the strange housework arrangements... I am feeling a little bit aggravated at the moment with my brother, who is still unemployed but doesn't seem to do any housework unless he is getting paid for it. Now, I pay housekeeping and I do my own washing (which he doesn't) and I still have to participate in household chores without payment. I am just a little bit bitter about it, so I have been on strike for the last few months and have refused to do anything but my own washing.

This week I crumbled. I cleaned the bathroom. I could stand it no longer, especially since I like baths. I am annoyed at myself. Now I know why my Mam and Dad give up trying to make things happen by striking. Like strikes in general.... they rarely pull off the desired results. :(

OK rant 1 over. Love ya Bruv, but sort it out....

RANT 2

Another rant on the reason I haven't blogged in a while. As weird as it sounds, I find blogging a rather personal thing despite broadcasting it on the Internet to a mix of some random strangers and those I know. I used to use my laptop in my room and blog there for privacy and space to think. Since my Mam has changed jobs, her company laptop had to be returned and my laptop has been put in its place in the office. I am not used to sharing my laptop and I do not like it. I usually share well but not my baby, Ethel. Having had two crashes since it has been downstairs in the office, once because someone had "accidentally" downloaded cartoon porn *unimpressed face*, I have been unable to get on it...

my Mam works on it for her private Health and Safety jobs she doe

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my Bruv is addicted to Facebook, Bebo, Friendz (?), and other Internet activities

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my Dad is always playing either poker or snooker on it

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No time for me to get on it

Pants.

Sucks.

:(

I need to learn how to share.

I think that is the only two problems I am having difficulty adapting to. Considering I have been home for ten months these are the only two things I have a problem with, one of which was constantly a problem whilst I was in digs whilst at uni. I guess it is just a case of flexibility and adaptability. I feel better for just getting it out of my system!

Love ya Family really XXXX