Sex and Drugs (not much Rock and Roll)

2007-07-02, 11:03 p.m.
I got tagged! The ever lovely peggeylc92 requests that I tell you 8 bits of trivia about me and then tag 8 others. Im guessing that she means �bits of trivia that we haven�t already heard about� so that cuts out the porn-watching, whisky drinking, shitty job stuff. Not sure that there�s enough left for EIGHT bits of trivia but I�ll give it my best shot�..

1. I can waggle my little toe independently of all the other toes. Treac can do the same but with her big toe.
2. I once got offered the job of presenter in a naked cookery TV show. I also auditioned for the show �Loose Women� and was spectacularly rubbish as I had never seen the show and didn�t know what was expected of me. Ive seen it since (once!) and am secretly glad that I didn�t quite fit in.
3. I get cold feet about marrying BF at least once a week. I think that�s a healthy amount.
4. Im secretly very soft hearted and cry at the stupidest things. If you ever see me in my car, blubbing and driving at the same time, you�ll know Im listening to the news on the radio. I can always find something to blub at on the news. In real life (ie NOT in the car) and in the office, I never even look a bit tearful (except that one time when I put my back out).
5. I have my own religion. Its in my head and its for nobody but me so don�t ask me about it.
6. I cannot abide the taste of lamb. Or pears. Or broad beans. I�ll pass on the blackcurrant cheesecake, too, if that�s OK with you. Don�t take me on in a fist fight for the last bit of cr�me caramel. You will lose.
7. I pose in front of the bathroom mirror. In a big way. Sometimes body-builder poses. Sometimes girlie mag poses. Sometimes �Cover of NME� poses. Sometimes I interview myself, too. I am always fabulous. And interesting.
8. If I woke up tomorrow morning fabulously wealthy, I would give up work and look after my kids instead.

Now, I tag Smashiepoos and Becca and Claire and Stuart and anyone else who knows me.

In other news (and mindful that I haven�t done a proper update for a while), I thought you might like to know that the �Brainstorming Workshop� thingy I did last week was run by this dude . Have a read. He�s funny as fuck. Im not sure about the whole thing but I did my best and it was a lot more interesting than most of the things like that Ive been to. After the course we went out to dinner and I had mediocre fishcakes and a pasta dish which was stuck to the plate as it had been obviously hanging around on the hot tray for a while. *sigh*.

BF is sick. He�s been taking Zyban to try and quit smoking but today he was suffering from chestpains and nausea so Im not sure its really the right think for him. He�s on the sofa, sipping a glass of water and watching the telly. As you can tell, he�s very sick indeed.

Also, he hasn�t managed to stop smoking.

Also, the Zyban has turned him into such a mental, mood swinging, irrational cunt that I had to slap his face on Friday night during a row about nothing which blew out of all proportion at such speed that neither of us really saw it coming. Slapping his face didn�t have the effect I predicted. I predicted he would yell at me a bit and one of us would sleep in the spare room. Instead, he cried. I didn�t hit him hard at all but he�s an emotional man and I think anger, misery and shock were all moulded into one big fat lump there for a minute. I have never slapped him before and don�t plan on doing it again. Unless of course he should think of insulting me again the way he did on Friday (don�t go there.). Anyways, it was the mind altering drugs (his) and the couple of pints of whisky (mine) which had the fight. Not me and my lovely BF.

Saturday, Jooj had a performance at school in the afternoon. Unfortunately, her father had also booked to take her away for the weekend. She was desperate to not miss the performance as she�s been rehearsing for months for it, so I drove up to Ascot (47 miles) to collect her and bring her back to school in time. Unfortunately, as it was supposed to be an outdoor thing and it was absolutely hammering down with rain, the performance had to be cut down and done in the marquee. It was really good. Then I drove her back to Ascot to carry on her weekend with her father. As I said, the performance was cut down because of the weather, which meant I drove 186 miles for�..eight and a half minutes. Worth every second. (They�re doing the full version tomorrow night, in the school hall, in the dry!)

Went to L & D�s 90th birthday party on Saturday night (He�s 50, she�s 40, geddit?!). It pissed down with rain the whole night which was a real shame as they�d wanted to use the garden for some al fresco partying. We still had a great time tho and D appears to have enjoyed his birthday present which was an 80Gb external harddrive loaded with about ten days worth of wall-to-wall porn, and still plenty of room for about 20,000MP3s or a couple of �real� films. L gets no present til August as its not her really birthday til then.

Sunday, BF mostly slept, stared out of the window, ignored me, slept some more. As we didn�t have the kids with us and could�ve spent the day having sex and being debauched, it did eventually dawn on us that the Zyban may be having some detrimental effects on his general well-being. Thankfully, we were then both able to pin Friday night�s row on bupropion hypochloride and all was well with the world again. Went to the Workies in the evening. I was chatting to Rick as I know he fancies me and 55 doesn�t seem old when you�re 40. BF leaned over and whispered in my ear. �Sorry for being a cunt.� I think that�s as good an apology as you can get from anyone really.

When we got home we had vicious, bitey, noisy sex and fell asleep all tangled up with the covers and each others legs. Lovely.

Later.

S
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