strange!!! We're currently in georgia browns having been verbally accosted by some old guy in the Thomas Sheraton promising to give us crabs ( oh no thanks ). Here when been witness to the sexual harrassment of another oap by some young floozies who seem to be trying to out do britany in the skank dancing stakes eeeek! Stay tuned for more....
Tizz & Dizz x
Friday, 6 March 2009
Monday, 2 March 2009
Wimps the Pair of You
I am very disappointed in Dizz and Wavey for not going through with their plan at the weekend. Tcha!
Let me introduce a new blog character: the evil Een.
The evil Een is well named because she is actually eeeevilllll. Unfortunately she is besotted with Wavey. I mean she lurves him; she takes every opportunity to stroke him and press up against him. She giggles like a schoolgirl when he's around. Wavey finds this extremely uncomfortable; the rest of us find it hilarious. At the moment, the evil Een is totally unaware that there's anything more than friendship between Dizz and Wavey. When she finds out we fully expect her to explode with jealousy/rage/malice.
So, Dizz'n'Fizz'n'Tizz plus Wavey were at a party at the weekend. The evil Een was there too. Dizz and Wavey had a plan - they were going to have a snog right in front of the evil Een. I was very excited about this because 1) it would be interesting to see a human being explode and 2) if she didn't explode we would all be there to shield Dizz from the evil Een's malevolence. A cunning plan! Dizz and Wavey wouldn't be found guilty in any court of law just for having a snog (something I'm fairly certain they've done before) and there was a very good chance we might be rid of the evil Een permanently. (If you think this seems a tad harsh - remember I am prone to hyperbole, and she really is evil, honest.)
Then they wimped out. Pah! I say, pah!
Let me introduce a new blog character: the evil Een.
The evil Een is well named because she is actually eeeevilllll. Unfortunately she is besotted with Wavey. I mean she lurves him; she takes every opportunity to stroke him and press up against him. She giggles like a schoolgirl when he's around. Wavey finds this extremely uncomfortable; the rest of us find it hilarious. At the moment, the evil Een is totally unaware that there's anything more than friendship between Dizz and Wavey. When she finds out we fully expect her to explode with jealousy/rage/malice.
So, Dizz'n'Fizz'n'Tizz plus Wavey were at a party at the weekend. The evil Een was there too. Dizz and Wavey had a plan - they were going to have a snog right in front of the evil Een. I was very excited about this because 1) it would be interesting to see a human being explode and 2) if she didn't explode we would all be there to shield Dizz from the evil Een's malevolence. A cunning plan! Dizz and Wavey wouldn't be found guilty in any court of law just for having a snog (something I'm fairly certain they've done before) and there was a very good chance we might be rid of the evil Een permanently. (If you think this seems a tad harsh - remember I am prone to hyperbole, and she really is evil, honest.)
Then they wimped out. Pah! I say, pah!
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Your mission should you choose to accept it...
...is to invent a new squish round for Wavey and me. Currently we have:
- play in the style of (Mick Jagger, Amy Winehouse, Miss Piggy etc.)
- name the ball after your least favourite person of the week (Wavey's was The Ref last week) and smash the crap out of it
- play with your left hand (surprisingly amusing and v. difficult)
Sunday, 15 February 2009
Goosebumps and spine tingles
For a lot of people Friday the 13th is not a good day. If you're superstitious at all you'd be wanting to bury your head under your duvet and not leave the house just in case something awful happened. For me, Friday the 13th was a day to get excited about this year. Because it was the day that I was finally getting to see Ray LaMontagne.
Let me tell you about my love for Ray. I remember so clearly the very first time I heard him. It was on Jonathan Ross's Radio 2 Saturday morning show and I was probably cleaning the house cos that's when I have the radio on. This husky voice started coming out of my radio that literally stopped me in my tracks. He was singing Trouble. And I was hooked. I immediately tracked down his cd. And the one after that. And the one after that. And I joined his mailing list so I'd get all the exciting news about tours and new releases.
When I got the email about his Spring tour and that it was coming to the Sage I ran around to my locker, texted Wavey and excited asked the question: can we go, can we, can we? Of course the answer was yes because it wasn't really a question, I wasn't asking permission, it was simply an overly excited way of squealing that Ray was coming to town and we HAD to go and see him. Tickets got booked. Jumping about was done. Then the countdown began...
...until Friday 13th slowly rolled around. Not only was it going to be an exciting night because of Ray. It was also going to be so good cos it was the first time Wavey and I had been to a gig together. And it was up at The Sage which is a very unusual building indeedy. I've attached a photo for those of you not familiar with it:
When we got there I couldn't believe it. It was so nice, so clean looking, so...posh! We took our seats and got ready for the big show. The support act was okay. She was called Priscilla Ahn. She had a beautiful voice and she was funny and a wee bit kooky, but her songs had a few too many ooooohs and la la lahs for me. Popped out to get a drink for the interval and had to wait whilst some stupid man put £2 on his switch card and the machine broke and the poor guy behind the bar looked ready for a meltdown...and then it was time!
The hall went to black. The small group of artists came on. And there was Ray! Just a few feet away from me! He was so much skinnier than I expected. But then he started to sing. And my whole body goosebumped. Oh wow. I grabbed Wavey's arm, I couldn't believe we were actually there. That Ray was singing with his band. Right in front of me. Beyond belief. I don't actually have any concept of how long he played for but I knew when they started to walk off I was like, noooo, he can't go yet. Really I just wanted him to stay there and me to stay in my seat in row K and he could just keep singing to me forever. Goosebumps, spine tingles, he was so incredibly amazing. It seemed like a good idea to blog about it but now that I'm actually here trying to write about it, I can't think of the words to describe it to you.
It was such an unusual gig. For a start we were sitting down. I'm used to bouncing around and jumping up and down and singing along. Not really appropriate for where we were. The band were in a semi-circle and Ray stood to the right of the stage, not centre stage like is normal for a lead singer. I think it's fair to say that he is all about the music. He barely spoke in between songs, there were lengthy silences with the odd guitar twang whilst they had small discussions amongst themselves. When he did speak though he was very funny! Which again was surprising as he's such a serious soul. In all, it was a very memorable night. So thanks Ray, for coming to play my town. And for those of you who've not heard him, let me know and I'll pass on his cds. Trust me, they're worth a listen or two...
Let me tell you about my love for Ray. I remember so clearly the very first time I heard him. It was on Jonathan Ross's Radio 2 Saturday morning show and I was probably cleaning the house cos that's when I have the radio on. This husky voice started coming out of my radio that literally stopped me in my tracks. He was singing Trouble. And I was hooked. I immediately tracked down his cd. And the one after that. And the one after that. And I joined his mailing list so I'd get all the exciting news about tours and new releases.
When I got the email about his Spring tour and that it was coming to the Sage I ran around to my locker, texted Wavey and excited asked the question: can we go, can we, can we? Of course the answer was yes because it wasn't really a question, I wasn't asking permission, it was simply an overly excited way of squealing that Ray was coming to town and we HAD to go and see him. Tickets got booked. Jumping about was done. Then the countdown began...
...until Friday 13th slowly rolled around. Not only was it going to be an exciting night because of Ray. It was also going to be so good cos it was the first time Wavey and I had been to a gig together. And it was up at The Sage which is a very unusual building indeedy. I've attached a photo for those of you not familiar with it:
When we got there I couldn't believe it. It was so nice, so clean looking, so...posh! We took our seats and got ready for the big show. The support act was okay. She was called Priscilla Ahn. She had a beautiful voice and she was funny and a wee bit kooky, but her songs had a few too many ooooohs and la la lahs for me. Popped out to get a drink for the interval and had to wait whilst some stupid man put £2 on his switch card and the machine broke and the poor guy behind the bar looked ready for a meltdown...and then it was time!
The hall went to black. The small group of artists came on. And there was Ray! Just a few feet away from me! He was so much skinnier than I expected. But then he started to sing. And my whole body goosebumped. Oh wow. I grabbed Wavey's arm, I couldn't believe we were actually there. That Ray was singing with his band. Right in front of me. Beyond belief. I don't actually have any concept of how long he played for but I knew when they started to walk off I was like, noooo, he can't go yet. Really I just wanted him to stay there and me to stay in my seat in row K and he could just keep singing to me forever. Goosebumps, spine tingles, he was so incredibly amazing. It seemed like a good idea to blog about it but now that I'm actually here trying to write about it, I can't think of the words to describe it to you.
It was such an unusual gig. For a start we were sitting down. I'm used to bouncing around and jumping up and down and singing along. Not really appropriate for where we were. The band were in a semi-circle and Ray stood to the right of the stage, not centre stage like is normal for a lead singer. I think it's fair to say that he is all about the music. He barely spoke in between songs, there were lengthy silences with the odd guitar twang whilst they had small discussions amongst themselves. When he did speak though he was very funny! Which again was surprising as he's such a serious soul. In all, it was a very memorable night. So thanks Ray, for coming to play my town. And for those of you who've not heard him, let me know and I'll pass on his cds. Trust me, they're worth a listen or two...
Thursday, 12 February 2009
For Pat
It's been a tough work week this one. I arrived at work ready to make everyone laugh with my tale of falling flat on my backside outside of McDonalds in the ice on Monday and how it was a good job it was well padded cos it didn't really hurt that much. It was never to be though. I walked into the section as usual and noticed that there was a very sombre tone about libraryland. One of my closest friends in work was waiting to tell me that one of our much loved colleagues had died over the weekend. To say that a state of disbelief rested over us all would be putting it mildly. I thought long and hard about whether to blog about this but then I sat down just now and thought how tickled Pat would be so I've decided I will.
I got an email at work today asking me to write a few words about Pat. It took me a long time to decide what to write, mainly because she wasn't someone you could sum up very easily. To the outside world she was a rather smart, rather well spoken lady. But we in libraryland know that really she could swear worse than a sailor. And did. Frequently. She was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. And usually in the worst language she could dream up. In fact, it would be fair to say that she eff-ed and jeff-ed her way around the library on a daily basis.
She was my journals assistant so I worked very closely with her. There's so many tales I could tell I'm not even sure where to begin. So I'm going to pick out my choice memories and share a few of them with you readers. She was, I believe, a rather dotty old bugger. She walked around on a broken foot for 3 weeks before she finally got herself off to the A&E. A few hours later we all got a bit worried when we heard this tap tap tapping noise - yep that was Pat struggling back into the library on crutches. And she only agreed to go home when she was called a "health and safety issue" needless to say she might have gone home but she didn't do it quietly, there was a few choice words muttered to me as she waited for her taxi.
And she was totally obsessed with the newspapers. They frequently go missing from the building and it became Pat's personal mission to save them all, even the 42p local rag. If she'd have had her way they'd have been under lock and key that only she had access to. I heard a rumour today that the management bods would like to create a commemoration plaque for her. I suggested that it stand above the newspapers with a security strip attached to it and a warning that Pat is watching you! She'd be properly pleased about that.
When we started to clean out her desk we found 14 teaspoons in her top drawer. As well as 6 pairs of scissors, possibly all the pens that ever existed in the world in a carrier bag, a lot of varying sizes of post-it notes - a total stash of stationery! No wonder they took the key to the cupboard away from her! No-one could bring themselves to count the pairs of shoes she had hoarded away in the box under her desk but it was clear what she mainly used to buy from ebay, oh did I not mention she was addicted to that? As I've typed that last paragraph my eyes started to fill up again. I still can't quite believe that it's real. I keep expecting her to hobble over to my desk clutching a journal to ask me if it's gone on claim or not and then eff-ing and jeff-ing her way back to her desk...
We've reached a stage now where we are remembering her with funny stories now and eeeh do you remember when...we had a laugh today as well as a few tears once we'd all sent our words for the email. I summed mine up by saying that she was a wonderfully eccentric character with a wicked dry sense of humour. I'm going to miss her lots and she won't be easily forgotten.
So this is for you Pat. I'll watch over the papers for you... xx
I got an email at work today asking me to write a few words about Pat. It took me a long time to decide what to write, mainly because she wasn't someone you could sum up very easily. To the outside world she was a rather smart, rather well spoken lady. But we in libraryland know that really she could swear worse than a sailor. And did. Frequently. She was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. And usually in the worst language she could dream up. In fact, it would be fair to say that she eff-ed and jeff-ed her way around the library on a daily basis.
She was my journals assistant so I worked very closely with her. There's so many tales I could tell I'm not even sure where to begin. So I'm going to pick out my choice memories and share a few of them with you readers. She was, I believe, a rather dotty old bugger. She walked around on a broken foot for 3 weeks before she finally got herself off to the A&E. A few hours later we all got a bit worried when we heard this tap tap tapping noise - yep that was Pat struggling back into the library on crutches. And she only agreed to go home when she was called a "health and safety issue" needless to say she might have gone home but she didn't do it quietly, there was a few choice words muttered to me as she waited for her taxi.
And she was totally obsessed with the newspapers. They frequently go missing from the building and it became Pat's personal mission to save them all, even the 42p local rag. If she'd have had her way they'd have been under lock and key that only she had access to. I heard a rumour today that the management bods would like to create a commemoration plaque for her. I suggested that it stand above the newspapers with a security strip attached to it and a warning that Pat is watching you! She'd be properly pleased about that.
When we started to clean out her desk we found 14 teaspoons in her top drawer. As well as 6 pairs of scissors, possibly all the pens that ever existed in the world in a carrier bag, a lot of varying sizes of post-it notes - a total stash of stationery! No wonder they took the key to the cupboard away from her! No-one could bring themselves to count the pairs of shoes she had hoarded away in the box under her desk but it was clear what she mainly used to buy from ebay, oh did I not mention she was addicted to that? As I've typed that last paragraph my eyes started to fill up again. I still can't quite believe that it's real. I keep expecting her to hobble over to my desk clutching a journal to ask me if it's gone on claim or not and then eff-ing and jeff-ing her way back to her desk...
We've reached a stage now where we are remembering her with funny stories now and eeeh do you remember when...we had a laugh today as well as a few tears once we'd all sent our words for the email. I summed mine up by saying that she was a wonderfully eccentric character with a wicked dry sense of humour. I'm going to miss her lots and she won't be easily forgotten.
So this is for you Pat. I'll watch over the papers for you... xx
Sunday, 8 February 2009
Shite
It's official blog readers. We are shite. We need a certificate for shite we're so good at it. There are three of us for this blog and in the past month not one of us has posted anything. This is truly shocking. And unacceptable. I can't comment for Fizz and Tizz but I'm going to explain why I haven't.
It's simply a matter of time. Truly. I'm so busy. Here we go:
Monday: I finish work at 4.30pm. Rush to the bus station (8 minutes is my personal best) get home in time to eat a quick snack before rushing off to my thai class which starts at 6.30pm. I stay at thai until I'm done before heading round to Wavey's and making us our Monday Thai dinner. Around 10pm after we've watched some scary ITV crime drama I head home where I have a bath and go to bed in order to be ready for
Tuesday: I finish work at 5pm. Rush to the bus station, come home and get changed into theatre clothes before heading round to Wavey's for dinner. At 7.30pm(ish) we head out to theatre where for the next 3 hours we paint, build sets, sweep up etc. We stay to have a drink with the Tuesday crew before heading home for a repeat of the bath/bed
And then it's Wednesday. My one free night. Except that hasn't been the case for the past few weeks cos I've been out for dinner with my girlies. Or cinema with the girlies.
Thursday it's the usual 5pm, bus station clash before coming home and making my dinner and then heading out for my drum lesson at 8pm. This lasts for half an hour. I come home and show off my newly learned skills to my drum kit (also known as my armchair) and then it's bath/bed
Before it's Friday, the end of the week and I'm very shleepy.
Saturday mornings are for lazing around before a big brunch at about 12, then it's back up to the theatre again to continue with the sets until approx 6pm. Thus the weekend begins.
And there you have it peeps. No time! The odd bits that I do have free the last thing I want to do is get my laptop out and think of something witty to write.
Thus in the past month, you've had nothing about my trip to London with Wavey where we were total culture vultures and took in the Rothko exhibition, the Annie Liebovitz exhibition, the 4 hours in the National Gallery and the Babylon exhibition at the British Museum. As well as fitting in visits to my uni peeps with babies, various meals consumed in the open air despite it being January, and lots of fun.
Or my birthday when I had all the girlies round for a drunken afternoon with glowing pink balloons and DISGUSTING amounts of food and tequila slammers in the middle of the day, plus some classic 80s movies of Ghostbusters and Pretty in Pink.
Or the joy of the drum lessons. How after my 30 minutes are up I come out of there with a huge grin on my face cos I love it so.
Or the movies that I've watched.
Or the soft porn crime fiction fest.
Or just stuff in general.
So I apologise peeps. I humbly accept my certificate of shite. And promise to do better.
Over and out x
It's simply a matter of time. Truly. I'm so busy. Here we go:
Monday: I finish work at 4.30pm. Rush to the bus station (8 minutes is my personal best) get home in time to eat a quick snack before rushing off to my thai class which starts at 6.30pm. I stay at thai until I'm done before heading round to Wavey's and making us our Monday Thai dinner. Around 10pm after we've watched some scary ITV crime drama I head home where I have a bath and go to bed in order to be ready for
Tuesday: I finish work at 5pm. Rush to the bus station, come home and get changed into theatre clothes before heading round to Wavey's for dinner. At 7.30pm(ish) we head out to theatre where for the next 3 hours we paint, build sets, sweep up etc. We stay to have a drink with the Tuesday crew before heading home for a repeat of the bath/bed
And then it's Wednesday. My one free night. Except that hasn't been the case for the past few weeks cos I've been out for dinner with my girlies. Or cinema with the girlies.
Thursday it's the usual 5pm, bus station clash before coming home and making my dinner and then heading out for my drum lesson at 8pm. This lasts for half an hour. I come home and show off my newly learned skills to my drum kit (also known as my armchair) and then it's bath/bed
Before it's Friday, the end of the week and I'm very shleepy.
Saturday mornings are for lazing around before a big brunch at about 12, then it's back up to the theatre again to continue with the sets until approx 6pm. Thus the weekend begins.
And there you have it peeps. No time! The odd bits that I do have free the last thing I want to do is get my laptop out and think of something witty to write.
Thus in the past month, you've had nothing about my trip to London with Wavey where we were total culture vultures and took in the Rothko exhibition, the Annie Liebovitz exhibition, the 4 hours in the National Gallery and the Babylon exhibition at the British Museum. As well as fitting in visits to my uni peeps with babies, various meals consumed in the open air despite it being January, and lots of fun.
Or my birthday when I had all the girlies round for a drunken afternoon with glowing pink balloons and DISGUSTING amounts of food and tequila slammers in the middle of the day, plus some classic 80s movies of Ghostbusters and Pretty in Pink.
Or the joy of the drum lessons. How after my 30 minutes are up I come out of there with a huge grin on my face cos I love it so.
Or the movies that I've watched.
Or the soft porn crime fiction fest.
Or just stuff in general.
So I apologise peeps. I humbly accept my certificate of shite. And promise to do better.
Over and out x
Thursday, 8 January 2009
One more time for the cheap seats in the back...
It's that time of year once again, albeit a few days late (ahem). Yep, time to look back on the year that was and pen some wise old owl words about what was up in 2008. As before I stole this particular idea from Librarian Girl. But she nicked it from someone else so it's more about sharing than thieving.
Are we all sitting comfortably? Then let us begin:
1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?
Might as well start with the hair. This time I went for purple chunks. No-one told me this would require bleaching the hair first. And that my eyebrow would get bleached in the process. It's all a learning curve I guess. I also repaired a shed room. And painted a yard wall, never done that before until last year. Went to a Thai cookery class and made lots of yummy food. There's a few other things I'd not done before either but they're for me to know and you lot to be endlessly curious about...
2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions and will you make more for next year?
They're not resolutions as such, more like a new life philosophy. This year I've decided to practice the well known "nyeh" followed by the shrug of the shoulders to all things work related that I believe should be filed under the petty umbrella, and possibly the duuuurrrr umbrella too. And the other is to try to reign in my oh-so-opinionated self. I am wisely beginning to see that often it is better to keep schtum than say something hurtful.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yep! Two of my beloved uni friends had babies, baby girl was up first and she be just smashing. I haven't met baby boy yet but I will have in a week, so exciting! And I should also mention baby New Zealand who, although not close by, was born in December. So many babies. Tis truly bonkers. Stolen blatantly from Wavey whose just joined me, the question should probably be, who do I know who doesn't have a baby!
4. Did anyone close to you die?
No and for this I am always grateful. I'll be beyond sad when I have to write something different in this box.
5. What countries did you visit?
Absolutely none. Just good old Grande Bretagne. My house needed a lot of repairs this year so no jollies for me.
6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?
I'm being uber cheeky in this question cos last year I said I needed some shoes and I got them. So this year I'm going to up the ante and say that what I really needed in 2008 was this:
Just to clarify, that's a Mini. Cooper. Black. Cheers guys!
7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory?
There might be one weekend in September that will always remain very special...
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
It's got to be work again I reckon. It was a tough year, there was a lot of horrible times but there were also some incredibly rewarding times. And knowing that people I respect have respect for me, well, that's just big stuff.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Not saving the extra that I was being paid for acting up for 16 months. Now that the recession is biting...hindsight's a beautiful thing.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Does the devil's cold count? That was pretty hideous. I haven't felt that rotten in ages. And people all around are still suffering. Take your germs elsewhere please.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
This is a very tricky question. Cos I muchly love everything that I buy or I don't buy it at all. I do like my uber short floral dress. But then again I also like my navy and cream stripey cardie. See? Tricky!
12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
I'm a bit of a newshound at the moment so I'm going to say Obama. His victory speech was amazing and I'm really hoping that some of the bad choices and decisions will be fixed by him. Plus, when he was Torso of the Week in heat magazine he really was pretty fine! Yay!
13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
Sadly the answer to this is probably still the work colleagues. I work with some real sucky people and they make other's lives a misery. This both appalls and depresses me cos they've gotten away with it for so long and they still never get pulled up about it. Sucks. Big style.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Still the house. And big upkeep this year. My old house decided last year would be the time when LOTS of things would go wrong. Eeek! Luckily the Dizz Dad and Wavey have proved super useful in all things housey, yay!
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Christmas! I really did. There were so many exciting things happening. I had an open house for all my friends and family that was just super. Tizz was home for a whole week. Wavey and I spent our first Christmas together as a couple and it was utterly lovely and delightful and soppy and I'll stop there before you all reach for your sick buckets.
16. What song will always remind you of 2008?
Kings of Leon: Revelry. I just love it. And when I watched them perform it live right in front of me I was quite simply in music heaven.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? Dizz is always a smiley girl
b) thinner or fatter? Probably about the same I would imagine. The jeans still fit anyhoo
c) richer or poorer? Poorer. Cos I've gone back to my old job. But then I thank god that I have a job to go to at all in this current climate.
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Save money. Then I could have gone on holiday. Maybe.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Two jobs at the same time at work. Horrible. Hated it both times. It made me feel stressy and anxious and bordering on teary and that is not a happy Dizz.
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
This year it was a very busy one! Started off with Wavey and did the whole opening presents thing. As he went to his family I went to mine, before we met up again at my family mansion for Christmas dinner with the parentals. Many many hours and several alcoholic drinks later, we meandered back up the village to Wavey's where we were joined by Tizz, who enjoyed the open fire, the free flowing snacks and alcohol, and the crap TV. You can't ask for much more than that!
21. For some reason this question is AWOL.
22. Did you fall in love in 2008?
I could skirt around this issue but to be honest I don't want to. The simple answer is yes. And if I could shout it from the rooftops I would. Tis truly a fabby thing and I am a very happy girl.
23. How many one night stands?
Nosy!
24. What was your favourite TV programme?
Lost in Austen. LOVED IT! I did. So much so that I bought it on dvd. And have watched it since then lots of times. Oh and Pushing Daisies. And Skins. Bring back the good tv.
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Yikes. I truly try not to hate anyone. Horrible question.
26. What was the best book you read?
Can I tell you the worst instead? Little Men by Louisa May Alcott. It was the most sugary barfworthy morality-forcing piece of tripe that has ever fallen into my lap. I finally finished it (for defeat would not be admitted) but it was rubbish. Don't do it peeps!
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
They're not really new as such but Kings of Leon rocked my world this year. As did Aerosmith. And I do like Alphabeat too. Oh and Kitty, Daisy and Lewis...as per usual, the list is long.
28. What did you want and get?
Drum lessons!
29. What did you want and not get?
Money. Lots of money. Nah not really. But a wee bit extra wouldn't go amiss.
30. What was your favourite film of this year?
The Pursuit of Happyness :o))
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 33. And in order to celebrate I had a right old shindig. It was utterly marvellous. Old friends found on facebook came and I loved it. Didn't go to bed til 5.30 in the a.m. Bad hangover next day. Nice one!
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Seeing more of my loved ones who live far away.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?
Tchah! Goes without saying. Utterly fabulous.
34. What kept you sane?
Oh come on. Who wants to be sane?
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
I still adore David Tennant. But I reckon it has to be Lee Pace, the piemaker. Oh those eyes. Seriously, you could melt.
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Gotta be Obama. He's the man!
37. Who did you miss?
My loved ones who don't live just round the corner where I really want them to be. Sometimes you just really really want to see them but it's not so easy when they're a few hundred miles away. Everyone should live in Norton!
38. Who was the best new person you met?
The wee babies are always a pleasure. They're just so cute. And funny. And they all love my hair. And try and win at staring contests but they really should know better.
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008:
That being brave and saying what you feel can lead to wonderful things.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
Dreaming of revelry....
Final thoughts:
Not sure how to end it now. As before it's been another amazing year. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger and all that jazz. I will say that I wish everyone a very happy and very healthy New Year and let's hope we kick this recession in the arse without any of us falling at its feet.
Happy New Year! xx
Are we all sitting comfortably? Then let us begin:
1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?
Might as well start with the hair. This time I went for purple chunks. No-one told me this would require bleaching the hair first. And that my eyebrow would get bleached in the process. It's all a learning curve I guess. I also repaired a shed room. And painted a yard wall, never done that before until last year. Went to a Thai cookery class and made lots of yummy food. There's a few other things I'd not done before either but they're for me to know and you lot to be endlessly curious about...
2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions and will you make more for next year?
They're not resolutions as such, more like a new life philosophy. This year I've decided to practice the well known "nyeh" followed by the shrug of the shoulders to all things work related that I believe should be filed under the petty umbrella, and possibly the duuuurrrr umbrella too. And the other is to try to reign in my oh-so-opinionated self. I am wisely beginning to see that often it is better to keep schtum than say something hurtful.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yep! Two of my beloved uni friends had babies, baby girl was up first and she be just smashing. I haven't met baby boy yet but I will have in a week, so exciting! And I should also mention baby New Zealand who, although not close by, was born in December. So many babies. Tis truly bonkers. Stolen blatantly from Wavey whose just joined me, the question should probably be, who do I know who doesn't have a baby!
4. Did anyone close to you die?
No and for this I am always grateful. I'll be beyond sad when I have to write something different in this box.
5. What countries did you visit?
Absolutely none. Just good old Grande Bretagne. My house needed a lot of repairs this year so no jollies for me.
6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?
I'm being uber cheeky in this question cos last year I said I needed some shoes and I got them. So this year I'm going to up the ante and say that what I really needed in 2008 was this:
Just to clarify, that's a Mini. Cooper. Black. Cheers guys!
7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory?
There might be one weekend in September that will always remain very special...
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
It's got to be work again I reckon. It was a tough year, there was a lot of horrible times but there were also some incredibly rewarding times. And knowing that people I respect have respect for me, well, that's just big stuff.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Not saving the extra that I was being paid for acting up for 16 months. Now that the recession is biting...hindsight's a beautiful thing.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Does the devil's cold count? That was pretty hideous. I haven't felt that rotten in ages. And people all around are still suffering. Take your germs elsewhere please.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
This is a very tricky question. Cos I muchly love everything that I buy or I don't buy it at all. I do like my uber short floral dress. But then again I also like my navy and cream stripey cardie. See? Tricky!
12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
I'm a bit of a newshound at the moment so I'm going to say Obama. His victory speech was amazing and I'm really hoping that some of the bad choices and decisions will be fixed by him. Plus, when he was Torso of the Week in heat magazine he really was pretty fine! Yay!
13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
Sadly the answer to this is probably still the work colleagues. I work with some real sucky people and they make other's lives a misery. This both appalls and depresses me cos they've gotten away with it for so long and they still never get pulled up about it. Sucks. Big style.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Still the house. And big upkeep this year. My old house decided last year would be the time when LOTS of things would go wrong. Eeek! Luckily the Dizz Dad and Wavey have proved super useful in all things housey, yay!
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Christmas! I really did. There were so many exciting things happening. I had an open house for all my friends and family that was just super. Tizz was home for a whole week. Wavey and I spent our first Christmas together as a couple and it was utterly lovely and delightful and soppy and I'll stop there before you all reach for your sick buckets.
16. What song will always remind you of 2008?
Kings of Leon: Revelry. I just love it. And when I watched them perform it live right in front of me I was quite simply in music heaven.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? Dizz is always a smiley girl
b) thinner or fatter? Probably about the same I would imagine. The jeans still fit anyhoo
c) richer or poorer? Poorer. Cos I've gone back to my old job. But then I thank god that I have a job to go to at all in this current climate.
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Save money. Then I could have gone on holiday. Maybe.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Two jobs at the same time at work. Horrible. Hated it both times. It made me feel stressy and anxious and bordering on teary and that is not a happy Dizz.
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
This year it was a very busy one! Started off with Wavey and did the whole opening presents thing. As he went to his family I went to mine, before we met up again at my family mansion for Christmas dinner with the parentals. Many many hours and several alcoholic drinks later, we meandered back up the village to Wavey's where we were joined by Tizz, who enjoyed the open fire, the free flowing snacks and alcohol, and the crap TV. You can't ask for much more than that!
21. For some reason this question is AWOL.
22. Did you fall in love in 2008?
I could skirt around this issue but to be honest I don't want to. The simple answer is yes. And if I could shout it from the rooftops I would. Tis truly a fabby thing and I am a very happy girl.
23. How many one night stands?
Nosy!
24. What was your favourite TV programme?
Lost in Austen. LOVED IT! I did. So much so that I bought it on dvd. And have watched it since then lots of times. Oh and Pushing Daisies. And Skins. Bring back the good tv.
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Yikes. I truly try not to hate anyone. Horrible question.
26. What was the best book you read?
Can I tell you the worst instead? Little Men by Louisa May Alcott. It was the most sugary barfworthy morality-forcing piece of tripe that has ever fallen into my lap. I finally finished it (for defeat would not be admitted) but it was rubbish. Don't do it peeps!
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
They're not really new as such but Kings of Leon rocked my world this year. As did Aerosmith. And I do like Alphabeat too. Oh and Kitty, Daisy and Lewis...as per usual, the list is long.
28. What did you want and get?
Drum lessons!
29. What did you want and not get?
Money. Lots of money. Nah not really. But a wee bit extra wouldn't go amiss.
30. What was your favourite film of this year?
The Pursuit of Happyness :o))
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 33. And in order to celebrate I had a right old shindig. It was utterly marvellous. Old friends found on facebook came and I loved it. Didn't go to bed til 5.30 in the a.m. Bad hangover next day. Nice one!
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Seeing more of my loved ones who live far away.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?
Tchah! Goes without saying. Utterly fabulous.
34. What kept you sane?
Oh come on. Who wants to be sane?
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
I still adore David Tennant. But I reckon it has to be Lee Pace, the piemaker. Oh those eyes. Seriously, you could melt.
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Gotta be Obama. He's the man!
37. Who did you miss?
My loved ones who don't live just round the corner where I really want them to be. Sometimes you just really really want to see them but it's not so easy when they're a few hundred miles away. Everyone should live in Norton!
38. Who was the best new person you met?
The wee babies are always a pleasure. They're just so cute. And funny. And they all love my hair. And try and win at staring contests but they really should know better.
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008:
That being brave and saying what you feel can lead to wonderful things.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
Dreaming of revelry....
Final thoughts:
Not sure how to end it now. As before it's been another amazing year. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger and all that jazz. I will say that I wish everyone a very happy and very healthy New Year and let's hope we kick this recession in the arse without any of us falling at its feet.
Happy New Year! xx
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