Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Sunday, July 01, 2012
- I strongly believe pole dancing classes are a sleazy degrading thing for a woman to partake in
- I would sleep with Kate before I would sleep with Leo
- I would not go out with a man who couldn't differentiate between you're and your in a sentence.
Friday, June 29, 2012
However it was this month’s bookclub book so I read it.
And the output of this is
You should read FSOG when:
- You need something reasonably non-challenging to read
- You have an outlet, in the event you find the subject matter titillating
- You want to know what the fuss is all about
You should not read FSOG:
- On a crowded plane / tram
- When you haven’t had intimate relations
- Millsnboonish descriptions of steely grey eyes and people who call each other Miss Steele and Mister Grey irritate you.
- You find the concept of a 27 year old oligarch who looks like an Adonis slightly far fetched.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
And if I stop sneezing sometime this century, I would be grateful and so would everyone else.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
Sunday, June 03, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 03, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
There was a gap in the deteriorating weather today, so I walked all the way up to Preston Market for some fresh f&v. Such a wonderful continental flavoured place. I was told by the mama in one of the grocers that I could not possibly make soup without onion and celery and parsnip. Came back and made mountains of it, and have stored it for winter. Might not have time soon to do such things!
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Ok, time to pretend to look at seek.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
My only commitments are rent and the odd bill, and I am quite good at creating big meals from pulltogethers. I may never have this sort of freedom again, and it's quite exciting not knowing what will come next.
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Best holiday of my life so far. Easily.
Just put on 'Arthur's Theme' and started trying to pack (cram stuff in suitcase). Bag came in, sighed, and I mumbled to her that I might need some help. But first for some coffee and a bagel.
NYC, you have the goods to back it up.You really, really do.
Friday, April 06, 2012
Sunday, April 01, 2012
They are away; so the mice will play.
Baggage off to California this morning at 4am. Instead of going to bed, she stayed up (and I stayed up, by association), charged with two espresso martinis. She's off out the door at 4am, saying 'It's so much better to stay up than go to bed when you have an early flight.'
I am charged with caffiene and vodka and will be awake for quite some time yet.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Off for tour of East End now. Voller, Phillie and me getting narky with each other. Fuckem.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Hanging out with the sister and bro in law, drinking cans in the park, etc. Sis tries on some wedding dresses. Posh assistant won't let us take pics even when Aunty Kate tries to out posh her.
London making it hard for me to hate it.
Now time to party.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Came back to the gaf and smoked and drank more, just like the old days. Head sore, have just been presented with healthy salad when all I want is some stodge.
* and other thing
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Doing all manner of Irish things: pints, visits to Penneys, Irish coffee, scoffing soda bread, having another pint. Popped down to cork to see John etc for St Patricks day, predictably mental.
I forgot how fierce the sky at twilight is, how smooth and delicious the Guinness is, or the peaty smell of briquettes burning on close gloomy days. I really have to come back here more.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Dublin is exactly how I left it. Cloudy, cool, Georgian houses and Guinness. Paddy has taken the week off while I am here; four pints last night made me sleep very well. Having some grease now to cut through the steely grey of the morning. I have missed soda bread.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Perfect autumn day outside - slept fitfully and woke early, organised stuff in an orderly fashion into shoulder bag, etc. Had last decent coffee for several weeks, and now I am sitting waiting for ride to airport (I have nice friends).
Last few days I have been busy being unemployed, getting warrant of fitness on hair, teeth, and other bits and now, having had flying visit to Chch for our most excellent Granny's 90th, I am off to Dublin this afternoon. It will take me nearly a day and a half to get there as I am a cheap bastard and elected to have two stops on journey as opposed to one; but that's fine - I'm not in any hurry.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Am currently deriving much laughter from this: http://www.quickmeme.com/First-World-Problems/
I say this ironically, of course, because the lion's share of things I (as well as my contemporaries) worry about fall reasonably neatly into this bucket - and my blog probably wouldn't exist without whingeing about such items as as:
- OMFG - run in brand new pantihose! Have to chuck them out!
- Going to Canada and Cuba on same holiday! Have to pack for summer and winter! (BJ)
- Tired after sitting on my arse all day! But now have to go to personal trainer!
- Have gin! BUT NO TONIC OR LIME!
- Six weeks' off work coming up! I won't be able to buy new clothes and may have to curb New York shopping budget!
Of course, I will defend myself. I'm not really that shallow, although I do think we get caught up in our first world problems. Not all of the things I fret about are necessarily first world problems (wanting to find a life partner, valid. Being upset that people who shouldn't be dead are dead, equally valid, hometown flattened by fucking fucking earthquake, very valid) but it does help in putting things in perspective. Occasionally.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Had berry smoothie for lunch and popped down to American Rag for a wee vintage shop. I used to love opping as a teenager for my velvet jackets and floral skirts (teamed with my ankle boots, motheaten brown cardi and long greasy braids, SO 1995); years of high street followed; and now things come full circle and I find myself back to the old second hand shops. I like the idea of buying something second hand that has lasted this long and is bound to last longer. The church shop near the Erk has also seen a lot of my customer of the last few months - and I have never spent more than $15 a go which counters some of the more overpriced items in upmarket vintage shops.
Three more days of gainful employment left. Was told it will be 'painfully' quiet once I leave. I am flattered.
And because I am in such a sunny mood today, I am not going to dwell on how utterly incompetent property managers are. I moved out Chez Smuth four years ago, paid $50 for the privelege of having my name taken off the lease, only to find out last week my name is still on the RTBA transfer form. Four. Years. Ago. Truly terrifying and almost humourous. I vented my spleen on product review.com. Felt slightly and probably more practical than the faceplanting conversation I would have had with the property managers themselves. Pack of see you next Tuesdays.
Anyway, weekend! Sun, some gin and tonic, but first I must go to the gym for some pre-penance.
Monday, February 20, 2012
- Em's biggest problem in last 24 hours was catching her 4 year old son weeing into the heating grate in the living room, because he was a fireman and 'was putting out the fire with my hose, Mummy'.
- My biggest problem to happen in the last 24 hours? Falling over in my platforms infront of incoming Queens Pde traffic / group of friends whilst pissed (day of Yarra valley'ing) and smoking a cigarette, ending up with skinned knee.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
*It's been pointed out to me several times in the last few months that I am quite clucky and instead of being 'not opposed to concept', I actually am 'thinking about concept'. **Bag laughed at me when I conceded this one, saying she had known this about me for 'years'.
**However, I never want to define my happiness over something that could potentially be out of my control. That's all I am saying.***
***But I think it will happen, have a feeling.
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
I had other things to do - all my linen was needing to be hung out and I had books to read on the balcony. There's always something more important to be doing isn't there....
Living in the moment is the only resolution I have for 2012 (now the tix to Dublin have been booked.) (Finally).
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Monday, January 09, 2012
Thursday, January 05, 2012
- Paddocks full of white sheep (no idea)
- Briscoes ads (60% off zip kettles)
- New Zealand men ‘kiwi boys all look the same sort of handsome’
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Am appalled that the bottle of tanqueray has disappeared. I blame Jay and Cath, who stitched me up royally last night. Am 32 today and off out for a hair o the dog.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Friday, December 09, 2011
- Liam Gallagher's quotes. The guy's a twat, but if he is taking the piss, fair fucks to him.
Things that are making me pissed off this week:
- Whatever creature threw projectile at the car, resulting in dentage.
- Panelbeaters and their overuse of the word 'love.' Patronising fuckheads.
Things that make me smile this week:
- Eccentric bra salesladies in DJs
- Self present(new handbag) DJs
- Planning trip to back to Ireland (long overdue)
- The lovely elderly gentleman from the salvos on Bourke St shaking his tin. God bless me indeed.
Things that make me what to cry this week:
-Groin injuries and the black caps quad. Am pretending that we don't play cricket anymore. It's just too painful.
Things that I am really looking forward to at the end of this week
- A gin and tonic
- A weekend
- A catch up with Little S and the HoBag.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
This time last year was in Thailand with my sister. Seriously need a break; I have worked non-stop since February. Contracts over the end of year period are like hen's teeth though, so mustn't whinge (much).
B&D got married last weekend, was totally beautiful, followed by most excellent pissup lasting til 4am with much homebrew and only a little of scandal. I was mauled by some very naughty mosquitoes and had to apply emergency toilet paper to my arm for 20 mins.
Yup, it's a slow news time in my life right now, fo sho.
Thursday, November 03, 2011
Was an epic weekend anyway, even without getting on the train to Flemington, what with hen's parties, McD's wedding and Grand for the traditional (it's been three years now = tradition) Cup Day sweep.
Friday, October 21, 2011
- my job as a writer of documents
- er, that's about it.
Will revert to the free flowing prose today.
For the very first time in my adult life, I can say with as much certainty as possible that I owe no money to anyone.* Like most students I had to borrow to pay for my degree, which started as law / arts double, and metamorphised to an Arts English Lit (oh how useful James Joyce has been to me) by the end in 2001. It took me 4 years to complete, essentially because I was very lazy and very burnt out after 2nd year law. Fortunately due to working quite a lot during my degree (sometimes even 35+ hours per week, if my memory serves me correctly and it generally does) I only ever had a loan for course fees rather than living costs - so I was very lucky.
I made as deal with the IRD a few years ago after I left the country to pay $1000 a year to pay off my student loan, but didn't realise until I saw a statement in 2008 how close I was to actually getting rid of the last debt I had. I haven't had a credit card for years, I never have bought a car in Australia (although it might be an idea) and because of very little effort, I have yet to get a mortgage either (this will happen in the next few years). Our much adored Poppa left us a few months ago, and as an indirect consquence I had a little surplus. So, thought I, I will pay silly thing off.
Paid silly thing off. Mum received letter saying the balance was 9 cents, and an accompanying letter saying it was paid off. So that was nice.
Sense of something achieved now. So bought myself a nice candle from spoilt. Might have a quiet wine.
* I say this now I have checked with BJ and Moulder and no, I owe them no drinking money for the time being.)