Success!

I had another lovely evening, with the guy who shall go by the name 'T'. We went for drinks in a small bar in Covent Garden after work. It was so dark and wet and gloomy and I was mightily impressed when he picked somewhere cosy. We didn't run out of things to say. He didn't roll his eyes when I insisted on buying at least one round, although he's sneaky - pretending to go to the bathroom so he can buy another round. I also, today, turned down a different job in the USA. This is the extent of my excitement.

What day is it again?

8.10am: My boss looks at his diary.

Boss: (head in hands) "Oh, man".

LS: "What've you done?"

Boss: "It's Tuesday today?"

LS: "All day."

Boss: "I got all dressed up to go to lunch today. But lunch is tomorrow. It's right here in my calendar! Now I have to get my shirt dry cleaned again for tomorrow. That's bogus, man".

My date went swimmingly.

It was so nice to have a human conversation about relevant, important things. It was so nice to spend time with someone who is not only smart and very well read, but who is also witty and a real gentleman. These are the attributes I thought had died out with my father's era, and yet I am able to spend an evening with someone who is only four years older than me, AND knows how to hold a knife without looking like he's writing an essay. Dinner was fantastic, as it always is at Gaucho. He admitted to knowing nothing about wine, so I chose. We ended up going for dinner first, as my train was delayed coming back to the City, before heading out for some blues and cocktails. I got to wear my new shoes which were unreal-ly comfortable the entire night. We laughed, we chatted, we danced, and then at the end of the night he took me home in a cab, before heading off himself (he's about an hour away, the other side of town). He kissed me, I blushed and lost all my words and before I had even had a shower and gotten in to bed I had a message saying "thank you". He called me yesterday evening and we're going out again on Thursday. Maybe I'm being too eager to have accepted again too soon? I have this stupid smile on my face that I just can't get rid of. Even with the rugger result.

Dear Argentina,

I love you. So much. You are my motherland, my blood, my HOME. But, please let me ask, WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING ON SATURDAY??

It started out so well. We were 7 points up after Corleto speedily intercepted the flat pass that Gareth Thomas was stupid enough to all but announce. Then your defence waned a little, and our try and conversion was matched by Thomas. I thought you had just gotten a little lazy after your opening statement, but by half time, the two Jones' had scored another two tries and we trailed their 24 points with our measly 7. Borges obviously decided he'd had enough of Wales being in the lead and performed the most awful and illegal tackle, which awarded him with 10 minutes in the sin bin. Wales had 64% of the territory and 65% possession.

You decided to actually make an effort in the second half. You had the majority of both possession and territory. Borges and Corleto, you both totally punished the Welsh defence and opened them up so wide you could have driven a monster truck down there with room to spare, and Wales missed again and again as they tried to kick the ball in to touch. Todeschini gained valuable points on a penalty kick, Corleto tried again, and Todeschini converted. Alvarez won a line out, but Durand fumbled in the last few minutes of play and his try was not awarded. You let the Welsh beat you by 7 points. The same people who speak a strange language in that remote part of Patagonia and love their sheep a little too much? YOU LET THEM WIN.

But I'm not one to hold a grudge. I love you like I love my mother. It is the awesome, unrepentant love that a child shows for a parent. But, I implore you, my boys in blue: please, please, PLEASE open your eyes and realise that the RWC starts very soon. And, that play like you exhibited on Saturday? It's just NOT ACCEPTABLE. You have a lot of work to do.

Mucho amor,

Little Sausage x x x

Well...

...it seems as if exciting things are soon to be happening work-wise. I'm lucky with my job; I get to travel around a fair bit. But, apparently next year I'll be in the US for about 6 months, splitting my time between the Nashville and CA offices, and coming home via a couple of weeks at the Singapore office. According to my boss, this will give me a 'real' idea of what the other locations are like, so I can decide which of the offices I want to be in for my 18 month hiatus in a couple of years. I can pretty much say nay to Singapore. I'm not keen on the idea of being a single woman out there, and it's so humid I'd probably look like a prune all the time. Nashville would be cool, and cheap. But California? I think that's where I'm meant to be.

All sounds rather exciting to me.

It's already Thursday?

This week has zipped by. Literally. I think I've managed to lose 2 days between now and Monday. One more day, and another week has gone. Pretty soon it'll be Christmas. Which doesn't surprise me seeing as it's ABSOLUTELY FREEZING in London this morning. It seems that one of my prize winners has, in fact, received his prize. The other two should, hopefully, arrive very soon, so keep your eyes peeled.

I haven't yet managed to hunt down the kids who decided it was easier to steal from someone else than actually go out and work, but I'm working on it. And when I find them they'll be sorry they mussed my hair up, that's for sure. Also, I'm having to go out (on a date!) on Friday and I'm not liking my blackened, strapped up fingers. However, I'm hoping that my beautiful new shoes will detract from my mangled digits. On another note, even with a damaged pinky, I managed to saw a hole in the back door to fit one of these babies for Her Royal Highness.

So, La Cubana Gringa and I have been in not-so-secret-squirrel talks regarding a blogmeet while she is over here at the start of September. I did offer to meet her at a special type of shop, like here, or maybe even here. Unfortunately, most of the other readers of this blog are also THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY, so I don't think it would be particularly easy for them to pop across the pond for the day. It's (almost) a shame the world's so big. However, if any of y'all just happen to be passing through London in a few weeks, shout me.

Quote of the day

" A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big."

F. Scott Fitzgerald

So...

...I've given up being pissed off. One day I'll see the little shits and box their ears with my very large and heavy handbag. I may even kick them in the balls so they can't pass on their thieving, nasty-person genes on to poor, unsuspecting children. That'll learn them. Anyhow, I've been stewing for a few day now and I'm done.

On a much brighter note, on Friday I am going on a REAL LIFE DATE. Yup. As in, boy asks girl, girl pretends to look in her diary when she really knows that all she'll be doing is going home and painting her toe nails, and then coolly replies "yes, that sounds good". We're going for drinks here, and then dinner here. Now I just have to find something classy yet understated to wear and I'm all set.

Bastards.

I got the train home really late yesterday. It was the boss's birthday, so we all went out for drinks. There was a group of boys outside the train station when I got off. One of them tripped me up, while another yanked my bag away from me and then they all ran off. One of them stood on my hand and broke my little finger. The fuckers made off with my handbag, my phone and my credit cards. I spent the rest of the evening at the cop shop and didn't get home til midnight. My knees are grazed. My finger is killing me. I had to cancel my mobile contract and my cards. I am so pissed right now.

Creature of the night

So, I was out walking HRH on Saturday, soon after midnight, (it was a quiet weekend, ok?) when she suddenly saw something crossing the road. Disobeying me, she ran over to it until I shouted at her. I walked over to see what it was that what it was she was staring at so intently. It was one of these little critters:



That's it. A hog of the hedge. They don't always curl up in to a ball when they feel threatened. Sometimes they simply freeze. The one I saw had stopped, mid-stride with his front left leg up and ready to move ahead, right in the middle of the road. I was worried he might get run over by a car so I picked him up and put him under the gate that leads to the allotments. He was a real fatty.

Today...

...I am wearing my brand new shoes. And they are so darn beautiful I almost can't look at them for fear of springing an ocular leak.

Yes, sirree Bob, them's some bee-yoooo-tiful footwear.

Amen.

Ok, so, my friends are doing something pretty amazing right about now.

They are going from the North Pole to the South Pole using only manpower. Yes, you heard right. These boys have made their way from the geomagnetic North Pole, skating their way over sea ice, down to Greenland where they sailed round Newfoundland to New York in time to take up their sponsored pitch at the Live Earth concert. Now, on their bicycles, they're on their way to their next checkpoint at Memphis, having crossed the Appalachians. They cycle all the way down, down, down til they hit Panama, and sail from there, through the Panama canal, to Guayaquil in Ecuador. Back on their bikes they then cycle all down the west coast of the continent, to Tierra del Fuego and then Cape Horn where they jump in their yacht and sail round Las Malvinas, past the Cape of Good Hope, til they hit the magnetic South Pole.

If you see them on their travels, be sure to say hi!

THIS...

...is how bored I am at work right now.

To the people of IL...

...I salute you.

My ex

can go and sit on a very sharp pencil.

Why are some people such IDIOTS??

Douchebag

is my new favourite word.

It is so disgusting, and yet so funny sounding.


Asshat is my second favourite word. I have no idea what it means, but in my accent it's even more hilarious than it should be.

I bought these yesterday on my way home:

I'm sure none of you are interested, but they make me happy so I devote a whole post to my NEW SHOES.

Sweet bejaysus!

This post had rolling on the floor I was laughing so hard. I had to be hit with a big stick to make me stop. Read it.

I love bad stuff way too much...

...and, at the same time, have developed a severe disliking for my gym. I am one of the few females who does not wear lime green hot pants and a bra when I work out (the others being 70 year olds who rock up in their chauffeur driven Rollers). I prefer loose clothing that I am comfortable in, and that when I work out the sweat cannot be seen pouring down my back. I also do not like the men who look as if their biceps are about to explode, and up the poundage when you walk past. Don't get me wrong, I do plenty of exercise. Long dog walks, morning jogs, regular squash games, horse riding, rugby (in season) and more dance classes than you can count on one and a half hands (presuming you have 5 digits on each).

BUT - I love wine. Lots of it. In summer I like cold beer too, although not at the same time. I love cheese, and proper fresh bread and chocolate and red meat and pasta and potatoes. All of which are not particularly great for you. So, for the next 2 months, I will be eating like a rabbit. No, not like this, but more like a selection of vegetables (and fruit) and nothing else. This is mainly so I don't look like a beached whale in a bikini and scare off all the Portuguese locals in October. I don't think I'll be giving up mi vino though.

Pee pee time?

So, I wasn't going to write about this but I am still so pissed that I feel it is better to vent in to the abyss that is the blogosphere than it is in real life. I will not be seen as a WHINER by real human beans.

It took me 40 minutes to get home last night. Not the longest amount of time by all means but, still, longer than the journey should take. And I'm tired (having been at work since 0730). And the train was HOT. And the guy sat next to me had a SERIOUS BODY ODOUR PROBLEM. Like, muy apestado. I mean, he obviously feels that deodorant isn't a necessity. LISTEN DUDE, IT REALLY IS. And I'm sure that everyone in the carriage (and probably as far away as, I don't know, Illinois - and that's really far) would agree with me. I nearly went so far as to offer him the Givenchy in my handbag before I realised that he'd probably end up using the whole bottle AND WE'D STILL BE ABLE TO SMELL HIM.

And then I get home. I leave the back door open all day for HRH, so that she can go and mess in the garden when she needs to. Thing is, it rained a bit in the afternoon (she doesn't like the rain, it messes up her hair) - and it was obviously the EXACT SAME TIME that she needed a pee. She couldn't wait for the cloud to pass and go outside, so she went right there on the floor. What made me mad was the fact that my brother, who, by the way is NOT HUMAN, was so busy playing WWE Smackdown vs. RAW that he "didn't see" her squat, and "didn't hear" the sound track to Niagara Falls going on 2 METRES FROM WHERE HE WAS SITTING. And guess who had to clean it up?

Now THAT is why i am mad.

Ok, so...

...I saw this post, and now I can't stop singing. "What would Brian Boitano do, if he was here right now? He'd make a plan and he'd follow through, that's what Brian Boitano'd do". If you haven't seen this movie, then you're a very silly person. So go and watch it. Now.