The welsh rugby team
I had been chomping at the bit to go to Cardiff for a while now, and decided that I just had to go. This Saturday. The excuse was to get a birthday pressie for my sister – but I actually wanted just to fwap around in shoe shops.
I was slightly worried after checking the Millenium Stadium’s website on the Friday just to make sure that no big games were playing and found out that Wales were in fact playing the All Blacks. Oh dear. I’d had the misfortune to be in Cardiff a few years back when some big football game was going on there (I forget who exactly – some London team. meh – like I’d know) and regretted every minute of it as the football supporters really did live up to their thuggish reputation. Anyway – I’d decided that my need of shoe shops outweighed the worry of big drunk rugby supporters.
I was very glad that I did go – the day was perfect. Shopping plus lots of strapping rugby lads in a jolly (not thuggish) mood equals a happy moosh 😀 I even got to see the whole welsh rugby team. Woo! Although they didn’t look particularly thrilled about it. You would have thought having all of Cardiff clapping and cheering for you as you went by would have made you at least smile and wave, wouldn’t you? Perhaps not. Perhaps they knew that they were about to get a thrashing from the All Blacks.
The only downside to the day was seeing “Pyschic Dave”. Stop that laughing now! I was hoping that he’d tell me I’d get that payrise I’m after and go travelling loads. Instead he told me that I would have a baby within 6 months. I was NOT impressed. I’m hoping that he was just a charleton telling people what he thought they wanted to hear. That’s what I’m telling myself anyway. I’m also thinking of investing in a chastity belt (well, you can’t be too careful now can you)
-moosh
Hello to Dave the Fwapper
Well, you found it. A star is heading in your direction, young man.
Whilst you're here, I'll take this opportunity to write in my slightly squiffy state about you to the people of the interweb.
Dave the Fwapper. It says it all really. I met this rather strange man on OKCupid of all places, after helping Whale with her profile and then getting hooked on the quizzes. And I can honestly say that he is the most sane person on the whole website (and that's saying something 😉 )
He's managed to keep me entertained on a daily basis via MSN which has helped me considerably to balance out the overpowering surge of post-menopausal hormones surging through my office. Gaaaah! And in return – I've called him a great big fwapper and made animated gifs of him sucking off Paul Daniels.
When we finally met up earlier this year, we went to the pub where he sipped water after being horrendously hungover and *made* me miss my train home from London and end up in Bristol.
The therapy for getting Dave the Fwapper to leave the big smoke and come to yogurt-weaver country is still on going as he doesn't like to leave the county and, I think, is a bit worried we're a bit backwards out 'ere in the sticks.
Tags: DavetheFwapper, Fwap, OKCupid
From my desk
I'm sat at my desk, right now opposite the Scottish director. He's busy typing stuff that directors type and right now I'm pretending to work. Except that I can't. <missing text was here *cough*>
<missing text was here too *cough*>
Everytime he meets anyone in the office he greets them with a kiss on the cheek (how very European) and every single fwapping time I have this awkward thing of hesitating and we kind of end up almost bumping heads. I'm so nervous of accidentally kissing him on the lips that I end up not making a decision on which side of the face to kiss him on – which in turn leads to me looking like a right eejit and darting about all over the place…and 9 times out of 10 this almost *does* make us accidentally kiss on the lips. Gaaaaah!
I'm off to think about sensible code.
Tags: Scottish+Director
The things I do
I may well have done it this time.
I've just booked my ticket to Moscow, but with a stop off in Kiev. For a laugh. Oh deary dear. I'm not quite sure what I was thinking, especially after last time. But I've done it now and that's that. Trouble and adventure just seem to find me (quite often in equal measures) so when it came to clicking the button to book it, I thought ahhhh what the heck.
I'd never even heard of the airline (Aerosvit) before but saw an advert for them at Brum airport last time I was there in October and made a mental note to remember them. Well done there, brain – you haven't quite given up yet. And before anyone asks, no – I wont be packing my trusty rucksack this time. I'm going to splash out on a smashing new suitcase. Possibly a bright pink one. Surely they wont loose that?
I've already been asked this morning if I'll be travelling alone or not – and replied of course! It never fails to amaze me the amount of people who are afraid of travelling to foreign countries alone. I've almost always had more fun that way and met loads of interesting people. Take Chakib for instance – I met him on the underground in Berlin and he showed me round parts of the city I would never have gone to as they wern't in my Lonely Planet guide. We also met up with a load of his friends and had the most amazing meal in a little cafe really off the beaten track and it only cost a couple of quid. Bargain. He actually proved to be quite useful, as a few years back I was planning on going on a last minute trip to Morocco (his home country) and emailed him to tell him of my plans and he told me "Don't go to Casablanca!" It was only a couple of weeks later when the news came on telling me that a load of bombs had gone off there that I realised just how helpful his advice was *cough*.
So there you have it. Go abroad – meet interesting people 😀
Tags: Travel, Moscow, Kiev, Aerosvit, Birmingham
This week
This week I have mainly been gnashing my teeth at Americans, burning cake, drinking champagne and eating really shit food.
My reasons for Yank bashing are very justified. I work in IT. I don't know why I do, it's certainly not for the recognition or any kind of appreciation 😉 Anyway, for my sins I wrote some software for the all the UK offices of "weird community charity" where I work. This then got noticed by the USA branch and they thought it was great and wanted it. They promised a trip to New York, and buckets of kudos for just a few minor changes *cough*
Weeks later, I'm still not finished because they change the spec (said in the loosest possible way) weekly and don't really know what they actually want. Well, that's not totally true – they know what they don't want – and that's what the UK system has as it "doesn't work for their way of working". So I'm having to re-write the system, email them "is this what you meant" and getting a "well, gee whizz we could really use a blah blah something we hadn't thought of before" followed swiftly by "why isn't this finished yet?"
Aaarrrghhhhhmotherfuckingfwapbumwankyarsejobtitcumgoatse.
Never work with kids, animals or Americans. I'm also glad that the trip to NY is off, as I may just knee them in the 'nads if I went over right now.
On a more positive note – the cake and champagne was due to it being exactly a year since I signed my life away to a 30 year mortgage. The cake just refused to cook and so just burnt itself on the outside whilst still managing to be squidgy on the inside. Well, thankfully I'm not planning on changing my career to Top Chef anytime soon. In fact trolley collecting in Tesco's actually seems like it would be a lovely, peaceful job right now.
Thank goodness there was champagne to soak up the uncooked cake that's all I can say.
Tags: Yank+bashing, champagne, mortgage
Wasn’t it Christmas only last month?
November already. Gaaah! It seems like only a few short weeks ago Whale and I were planning our annual extra-special Christmassy drinks day/evening. But no that was almost 12 months ago now – eeeek!
With Halloween now over and bonfire night only a few short days away it's going to be the season of office parties and soapy tit wanks (again). Don't get me wrong – I do like the run up to the holidays; going out for drinks with colleagues, throwing cake at them and stealing their ties but I can't help but feel so disappointed with the actual "big day" itself.
You spend so long roaming the shops, wrapping stuff and generally buying far too much toilet roll than you could ever possibly use during the festive season that it's no wonder the day is one big let down. When you think of all the money you've shelled out on pressies, and you get back a couple of bottles of bubble bath you can't but help thinking you've been diddled somewhere along the way. Which is why my family came up with a cunning plan: we all agreed to make stuff!
Every year instead of buying expensive presents, we do the Blue Peter thing and get the sticky tape out. I've both given and received some truly one off pieces of artwork (in the loosest possible sense). My personal favourite to make was Christmas pants filled with cinnamon-smelling pot pourri. Drawers for your drawers. Y-fronts for the chaps and frilly numbers for the ladies. Every year my sister and I exclaim "I've made you a present that money just cannot buy!" and it's true – you really couldn't. No really, you couldn't.
So come on, more bubble bath and socks or something inspired this year?
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