Adrift

I know - Prohibition Giggles, bit of a contradiction in terms.

Anne sent me this, and I thought it should be preserved for posterity on my wee blogge. :)

If you were around in 1919 (just before prohibition started) and came upon the following poster…

would YOU quit drinking??

xx

more details to follow, but I got the bloody job!  WHOOHOO! 

(insert dancing here)

Last night Sarah dragged (well, suggested with some persuasive arguments and then gave me ‘the cow eyes’, which she bloody well knows I can’t refuse!) me to see ‘The Music Of Dirty Dancing’ at Audley End.  Now, I’m an unconfessed fan of that movie - though I usually fast forward the particularly cringe-worthy bits.  And after a few mojitos, some lovely picnic food and good conversation, I actually started to get into it. 

It was nothing special though, ten dancer/singers and an 8 piece band belting out songs from the film and some not from the film.  But there was dancing (I have to admit) and much alcohol - some of it free care of Jacques fruity cider.  Really quite a nice drop and about £4 in the supermarket, I’m told :) (Plug done.)

Anyway, the fireworks at the end were worth the entry fee alone.  What is it about fireworks that turn us all into kids again?  I love the big ‘death star explosion’ ones, the ones that fill the sky.  Then there’s the smell of fireworks, which I also can’t get enough of.  I’m curious about how they make fireworks..  Do you think that’s a fairly high paying job, firework designer?  Can’t be very many of them in the world, so it must be fairly high paying.  And you might not have any eyebrows left, but damn if it wouldn’t be fun! ;)

Today is a gentle day - a bit of cleaning, watching the German F1 Grand Prix (Hamilton on pole, Webber starts 8th - Raikonnen starts 6th!) then perhaps a run to the garden centre to get some grass for the cat-beast so he doesn’t eat his way through my herb  garden.  and that’s about it. 

Haven’t heard anything yet about the job I second interviewed for last week.  Though my agent is trying hard for a resonse, I guess I’m feeling kinds stoic about it - if it’s gonna happen it’ll happen no matterwhat.  No point fretting about it.  But I really want this job, so keep your fingers crossed for me.

Lead a rather exciting life, huh?  yeah - I’m sort of proud of it ;)

xx

I’ve been experimenting with the self portrait setting on my camera, cause truthfully I have problems with almost every photo ever taken of me, and I figure that if I take it myself I’ve got the option of deleting before anyone sees it, right? :)

Anyway, took a fairly reasonable one…

Of course, getting a haircut next week, so it could be all change again, but this is me at the mo.

xx

One of my favourite ever Church tracks.  Enjoy. x

The worlds oldest blogger, Olive, died last weekend. 

RIP deary.  Well done.

xx

Sorry for the lateness of this - been a busy week so far!

So Sat night I went round to Begonia’s.  Miguel’s off in Spain, so we had a real girly night with much seafood (Begonia indulges her seafood fetish with me, since Miguel doesn’t like seafood - the freak :)), much wine and Pride & Prejudice on DVD.  And that would be the BRILLIANT BBC six-part version, not the new and crap version with Please-force-feed-me Knightly. 

Anyway, we had mussels, calamari, seabass and prawns in garlic & wine - all of which were fantastic.  Damn that girl can cook!  So just when I was nice and squidgy, replete with good food and much wine, she said she was going to Bicester Shopping Village on Sunday, and did I want to come?  (Note for the non-uk people, Bicester is pronounced BISTER.  Don’t ask me why, one of those mad pommie things with using too many letters again.)  Anyway, got up early on Sunday, head hurt a little but not too bad.  Begonia picked me up at 8:30 and we drove for 2 hours to get to Bicester, which is just outside Oxford.  (Down the M11, round the M25 and up the M40 - I’m sure there’s a quicker way, but Begonia wasn’t really trusting the sat-nav.)

Bicester is an amazing place for shopping.  Almost all the big designers had an outlet store there (Dior, Versace, Jimmy Choo, Jaeger, LK Bennet, Ralph Lauren, Karen Millen etc etc) and I picked up a couple of bargains..  Top & skirt that are lovely & fit me perfectly, great for interviews in Jaeger for £50 - marked down from total price of £170.  Shoes for £70 marked down from £160, and had my eye on a £350 pair of Jimmy Choo’s, but the Bank Manager wouldn’t allow it.  Spoilsport. ;)  Also picked up a new summer handbag, which I love, and another pair of shoes for £15.  Lovely day all round, though a bit of a hike… 

Got home about 5:30pm, just in time to have a quick shower & get ready to go to Sarah & Pim’s for dinner.  Pim was doing Nasi Goreng, which he’s famous for, and Sarah had found some sugar syrup so was forcing mojitos down my neck all night.  Really!  She was forcing me to drink these fantastic minty-rum drinks, shoving a Wii controller into my hand and expecting me to take it all out on some poor defenseless little rabbids! ;)  Bit tired though after Bicester, so farily early night.  Was home and ready for bed by 11.

Monday was a horrid day.  My neck froze up again during the night, and I awoke having a head-turning range of about 35 deg before the pain set in.  Went & saw doctor, & was given diazepam, which knocked me out for about 6 hours.  When I woke up I was feeling a lot better.

Tuesday was a busy day, and I had to head to London for 5pm for a second interview, which went really well I thought.  But I obviously have no bloody idea about these things because I say that every time.  Anyway, I think I made an impression, and they said they’d let me know in about 2 weeks.  2 weeks!  That’s cruel & unusual punishment! 

Today (wed) has been hell busy, there’s an institute board meeting at the end of this week and boss has to present to the board.  He’s frantically been getting data from the lab that I have to turn into something actually readable and vaguely relevant, so there’s been much pains in arse from boss today.  And there will be tomorrow too, before the board on Friday.

And that’s about it.  You’re now all up to date.  If you’re making wishes for me, wish I hear good things about this job soonishly.  I’m not very patient when it comes to jobhunting.

xx