Hello to Belgium! Canada! France! Lativa and anywhere else that visits us regularly... just a quick post. 10 things that uniquely identify a London girl...
10. She owns an oyster but it doesn't contain a pearl
9. If she has a car, she has to pay to park outside her house, if she has a car then...
8. She's been towed/ticketed or clamped in last 6 months
7. She does everything during the week...works to the grind, drinks like a fish & then...
6. Spends all day Saturday under a duvet occasionally calling friends who are also under a duvet
5. She or someone she knows has been burgled or mugged in the last year
4. She feels like putting a sign up outside her house "Free Hotel for Aussies"
3. If she doesn't have a copy of "He's Just Not That Into You", then she needs to get one fast.
2. She's skint
1. She wears earplugs at night.
Happy weekends!
Sister Louise
Friday, March 23, 2007
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
What's in a Name?
I’m not entirely sure how common it is for girls to name their boyfriends ‘you know whats’ or whether this is just one of those clichés we feel we ought to join in with, such as having a song, encouraged by cheesy chick flicks and teenage romantic novels, but ever since reading Judy Blume’s Forever, and giggling with my friends on the way to school over the girl naming her boyfriend’s one ‘Ralph’ it has always been a matter of much jollity and great interest to me!
After carrying out some extensive research and highly sophisticated interviewing into this subject (i.e. a very amusing conversation with some girlfriends after a few glasses of red!) I have come up with a list of popular choices: Love Muscle, General George, The Soldier, Pogo Stick, Big Jim. All very masculine, testosterone inducing names!
I didn’t mean to come up with a name for Mr Bridget’s, it’s just one of those things we stumbled upon, and the name stuck. After discussing how the body part in question had had rather a busy night and needed a rest, he uttered ‘poor little thing’ and I couldn’t help but latch on to the phrase. Poor Little Thing has since become it’s official name, or as is more commonly used, it’s abbreviation – PLT!
If you were to meet Mr Bridget, you would never expect him to be the type of man to let his manhood be referred to as Poor Little Thing. He loves his big masculine car and acting like a proper lad around his mates, which is what makes this even more hilarious to me!!
I’m not sure what it says about me, that I like to name my boyfriend's thing PLT. Somehow, it makes it seem so much less threatening. How could such a kind, gentle thing as PLT ever do anything bad? I feel like I’m exempt from the possibility of my boyfriend cheating on me, when I’ve got dear sweet PLT to rely on!! I’m not sure what is says about him that he lets me name his alter ego in this way either. He thinks I do it to make sure he doesn’t get too big headed and cock-sure (sorry, couldn’t resist the pun!) of himself. And maybe I do.
So there it is. One of my quirkiest secrets, that I thought I’d share with you. As I’m feeling quite exposed after such revelations, perhaps some of our readers have some names they’d like to share?!
After carrying out some extensive research and highly sophisticated interviewing into this subject (i.e. a very amusing conversation with some girlfriends after a few glasses of red!) I have come up with a list of popular choices: Love Muscle, General George, The Soldier, Pogo Stick, Big Jim. All very masculine, testosterone inducing names!
I didn’t mean to come up with a name for Mr Bridget’s, it’s just one of those things we stumbled upon, and the name stuck. After discussing how the body part in question had had rather a busy night and needed a rest, he uttered ‘poor little thing’ and I couldn’t help but latch on to the phrase. Poor Little Thing has since become it’s official name, or as is more commonly used, it’s abbreviation – PLT!
If you were to meet Mr Bridget, you would never expect him to be the type of man to let his manhood be referred to as Poor Little Thing. He loves his big masculine car and acting like a proper lad around his mates, which is what makes this even more hilarious to me!!
I’m not sure what it says about me, that I like to name my boyfriend's thing PLT. Somehow, it makes it seem so much less threatening. How could such a kind, gentle thing as PLT ever do anything bad? I feel like I’m exempt from the possibility of my boyfriend cheating on me, when I’ve got dear sweet PLT to rely on!! I’m not sure what is says about him that he lets me name his alter ego in this way either. He thinks I do it to make sure he doesn’t get too big headed and cock-sure (sorry, couldn’t resist the pun!) of himself. And maybe I do.
So there it is. One of my quirkiest secrets, that I thought I’d share with you. As I’m feeling quite exposed after such revelations, perhaps some of our readers have some names they’d like to share?!
Monday, March 12, 2007
Comic Relief!
Hello all! We have entered "Ice Ice Baby" (http://sistersinthecity.blogspot.com/2007/02/ice-ice-baby.html) into this... http://troubled-diva.com/labels/rednoseday.html
What a fabulous idea of Mike's to make a book of funny blogging posts to raise money for Comic Relief! Will let you know when it's on sale....
What a fabulous idea of Mike's to make a book of funny blogging posts to raise money for Comic Relief! Will let you know when it's on sale....
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Single Minded Optimism
I have recently realised that I am totally out of men! Rather than feeling sad, or scared I suddenly feel really optimistic and hopeful about my future.
Its not like I’ve never been single but I can’t remember the last time when there was no one that I even fancied. I have ended things with ‘Mr Bad Manners’ because apart from the bad manners I didn’t really fancy him and I had an inkling that I was with him because I didn’t want to be on my own. I realised that if I am serious about meeting the right man I am going to have to hold out for him, and settle for nothing less. OK so I might not meet ‘Mr Right’ just like that and I’m aware that there might be a few more ‘Mr Wrongs’ along the way but I’m more likely to meet him now that I am on my own.
Its not rocket science is it? If you’re with the wrong person you won’t meet the right one but it’s taken me nearly 13 years of dating to learn that lesson. I just always wanted to be with someone rather than no one.
‘Mr Bad Manners’ was the very last of the men of my acquaintance who I fancied (or thought I did). I think that is why I put up with the bad manners. But now I feel like I have a blank canvass. The next person I meet won’t be anything to do with my past and will hopefully be everything to do with my future. A few months ago I felt jaded at the very idea of meeting another person. Like I couldn’t be bothered to go through another failed relationship, another wasted notch on the bedpost, but now I think that maybe, just maybe all the ‘Mr Wrongs ‘in my past will mean that I recognise ‘Mr Right’ for who he is when he arrives.
Its not like I’ve never been single but I can’t remember the last time when there was no one that I even fancied. I have ended things with ‘Mr Bad Manners’ because apart from the bad manners I didn’t really fancy him and I had an inkling that I was with him because I didn’t want to be on my own. I realised that if I am serious about meeting the right man I am going to have to hold out for him, and settle for nothing less. OK so I might not meet ‘Mr Right’ just like that and I’m aware that there might be a few more ‘Mr Wrongs’ along the way but I’m more likely to meet him now that I am on my own.
Its not rocket science is it? If you’re with the wrong person you won’t meet the right one but it’s taken me nearly 13 years of dating to learn that lesson. I just always wanted to be with someone rather than no one.
‘Mr Bad Manners’ was the very last of the men of my acquaintance who I fancied (or thought I did). I think that is why I put up with the bad manners. But now I feel like I have a blank canvass. The next person I meet won’t be anything to do with my past and will hopefully be everything to do with my future. A few months ago I felt jaded at the very idea of meeting another person. Like I couldn’t be bothered to go through another failed relationship, another wasted notch on the bedpost, but now I think that maybe, just maybe all the ‘Mr Wrongs ‘in my past will mean that I recognise ‘Mr Right’ for who he is when he arrives.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Troubled Times
I can't breathe. The panic poisoning my lungs is causing me to take short, insufficent, tokes of oxygen. My head is troubled and restless, my dreams full of nightmares, a contorted parody of the events of the last few days. My head is trying to justify a reason for my punishment. The world feels cold and strange. I don't want to sleep alone and lonely in my bed. It's difficult to be positive about 2007, when at the beginning of the third month of the year, I have already had my house burgled, my car towed, the fine for the towing accidentally taken twice from my bank account and STILL not returned to me, followed by my car being clamped two weeks later on the same street - effectively meaning that a third of a month's wages is now in the pocket of the council all because I didn't understand the ridiculously confusing, numerous, different parking rules on one road outside my boyfriend's house. These pale into insignificance at the latest joyous events however. It's not something that I can talk about, suffice to say that the next few months are going to be stressful. It's not the end of the World, people have to deal with far greater and I'm fairly sure that in years to come I will see this time as a blip on the horizon. Right now life's a piece of s*it but I'll try and look on the bright side.
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