Chavalicious

What's with the gold clowns? They are so yak! The woman in The Beer Store a gigantic one with a sovereign built into the middle. Now that's chavalicious!

Whilst we're on the topic of jewellery, it never ceases to amaze me how I manage to take all my jewellery off before going to bed in a drunken state. Don't get me wrong, I'm no jippo and there are certainly no gold clowns in sight, however, I do love my jewellery. Preferably sparkly stuff. Good thing I work in the best jewellery shop in town then, eh?

Dear BT

Dear BT,

I hate you. Why is it always at that crucial moment that you decide to switch my internet off? If I want to post drunken messages on people's blogs at 5am you should really let me and not cut me off for nearly an hour. That's just mean. Varman, stop leaving me answering machine messages telling me who you are and fix my goddam t'internet! If I have to see the messages 'action cancelled' or 'cannot display page' ever again there will be some serious hoof stomping done.

So there. With knobs on top.

Unkind regards,

Angry customer

Druuuuuunk

I have to stop drunk blogging. I'm going to say something I regret, or accidentally post a badly punctuated blog. I would never forgive myself. Not never ever. I've had soo much fun tonight though. I thought I was just going out to the pub for a couple but some of my mates managed to get me spare VIP tickets to the opening of the Sugarhouse. The 19 year old lad I was talking to at the bar made me a bit sick. How dare he be so goddam young. But hey, I showed him I'm 'down with the kids' by nearly dancing my ass off with the girlies from college (I say nearly, as my ass is considerably larger than it used to be and it would take a little longer to dance off these days!) Anyhoo, I saw lots of lovely people I hadn't seen for a while and wasn't expecting to see and had a pretty wicked evening all in all. I'm not dnruk though, not one little bit! S o that's ok. Bed. Now. If only I could make my legs do what my head is telling them to. Dammit. Dammit a little more.

TTFN xxx

Cat for a hat

She waits until I'm asleep and then pushes my head along the pillow so she can have more room. What with her nicking my pillow, and Matt sprawling over both sides of the bed, it is a wonder I get any sleep! I wouldn't change it for the world though....I'm far too soft!

I haven't done anything wierd in my sleep this week. There's time yet though!

It's all about the birthdays!

Happy 24th birthday Lee, you old bugger! We had a lovely meal at the 'all you can eat' Chinese and a drink in Reds. Look at Lee sipping his manly drink!

We also talked about the fact that neither of us are on first name terms with anyone who has ever eaten a pickled egg. Are you one of those people?


Also, thanks for mocking my duck walk! You meany!

Hippety hoppety, not so much

Happy first birthday to Ellie Roo! She looked soo cute in her little pink fairy outfit. We had an ace party with lots of yummy food (thanks Mary!) and a vegan cake. Hurrah for cake!

Last night was awesome. I don't feel rough today either: I can hardly walk though! I look like a waddling duck. Yeah, I'm cool. I am currently sitting with my feet in a foot spa. I think I may be driving to college tomorrow! No way am I trecking up that hill with my current duck walk! I'd have to be quackers!

P.S. Last night in my sleep I apparently laughed really loudly and then stuck my hand in the air waved for about a minute. Oh good.

Hippety hoppety

Hop Swing and a Jump - Traffic Jam

I don't feel like dancing.... oh, ok then! I have been out dancing in Revs tonight, like really dancing! My ankles are battered, though, after 3 hours of Lindyhopping and 6 hours of PE at college this week (obviously, I wasn't lindyhopping in Revs!). Lindhopping was sooo much fun. I only wish I was as good as the people in this video! Give it a while! Do you think coordination can be learnt? I really hope so, as I am a teeny tiny bit clumsy!

I wish that I'd never said...

I wish I'd never said, "Cheer up, goth!"

They did, and now they have all turned into emos and are much happier and much louder. Lancaster is over run by them. Well them, and all the pigeons!

Q. How many emos does it take to change a lightbulb?

A. Who cares! Let them cry in the dark!

Don't torture naughty Catherine

I've been doing some strange things in my sleep this week. On Tuesday night I lifted my arms in the air and shouted 'Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee'. On Wednesday night Shnarf was padding my pillow with her claws. I drempt that she was a German cat and that this was a recognised German feline form of communication so it would be wrong of me to be angry with her! Last night won the wired prize though. At about 3am I woke Matt up by bunny punching him in the face and saying 'don't torture naughty Catherine'. I am seriously messed up in the head!

Odd

Natalie Dee may not care, but I do!

We have no bananas today

What is it with this city? You can't buy bananas or beetroot before 7.30 in the morning. You can, however, buy chips. Why, Jeffery, why?

I could not be more confused!

Why would you leave your trainers in an alleyway? Is someone playing tricks on me? Surely you'd notice that you'd left your shoes behind. Saying that, you do see random shoes on the roadside. It's all very confusing!

The back passage drama continues....

On Friday there was a small brown envelope in the alleyway with 'Catherine' written on it. I was hoping for lots of money. Alas, it was empty. What's that all about?

I may have found the person responsible for the assorted items that I found there the other day. I'm not convinced though!

Hmmmm, it's times like this that I wish I had a beard to stroke whilst musing over such mysteries.

Strange things I found in my back passage

What is it with people leaving weird things in my alleyway? Today there was a pretty arrangement of crap:

• an empty packet of fags
• a broken pen lid
• a phone card
• a pen torch
• a leaflet entitled, 'Are you good enough to go to Heaven?'

Why, God, why? I guess I should just be thankful that there were no dead rabbits!