Campbell times July 31, 2008

It was Marcus’s birthday celebrations yesterday. It was really amusing and a great night out. Like a big big reunion. Everyone got really really merry. I didn’t get that merry, mainly because queueing at the bar was too much effort. Campbell is good on a Wednesday, £1 a pint. Sir Sue the Inappropriate lived up to her title, being sick amongst other things. We love Sir Sue. Marcus was so so drunk, he staggered around with only one eye open, eventually flopping down on the sofa for a while, before grabbing a jug and throwing up into it.

Sir Carol and I felt it wise to walk Sir Sue home rather than get her into a taxi, due to the risk of her throwing up. The walk home took ages. Throughout the whole thing, Sir Sue repeated the following phrases again and again…and again:

“I’m really sorry”
“I’ve behaved really badly tonight”
“I’m fine, I’m actually really sober”
“Hee hee hee I am quite drunk”
“You guys are so much more drunk than I am”
“I’m so much more drunk than you guys”
“I resent that deeply”

I was so amused. We had the nicest chips and cheese ever. Although Sir Carol was offended by the man who served them to him. I don’t know why.

I love the Campbell. I love Sir Sue, Marcus and Sir Carol. And everyone else who was there.

Mamma Mia!….Here we go again… July 28, 2008

Yaaaaaay! I’m going to see Mamma Mia, on stage, in London’s West End on the 20th August! I’m so excited. It’s going to be sooo cool. It’s at the Prince of Wales Theatre on Coventry Street, it looks amazing.

Prince of Wales Theatre

Roll on August 20th!

It’s too hot and humid today. I’m melting. I shouldnt complain though. I’d rather this than the rain and cold weather. A thunderstorm would be nice though. I love thunderstorms.

Mugged July 25, 2008

My brother did get mugged tonight. He’s been beaten up before, but this time things were stolen. He’s very unlucky. I’m quite upset. He’s a nice person, wouldn’t hurt a fly. Filthy chavs. They grabbed him by the neck and punched him to the ground, demanding his phone and house keys and also taking his bag with work clothing in it. He has one large bruised cheek now and grazes and marks on his neck. I wanted to text his phone and tell those @!*&ing chavs what I thought of them. He wouldn’t let me though.

The police came. Two hours later. Not their fault though, Friday night and there’s a lot of trouble around according to them. They did a crime report. They were jolly chaps, one very handsome one, I did notice. I was amused when the one filling in the form asked my brother for his mobile phone number as a contact detail. They were amusing and yet sensitive. Although all through my brother’s mini statement I was thinking about the Psychology behind eye witness testimony and the fallibility of the human memory. Take for example my brother describing the clothing they were wearing. His memory might have constructed that out of stereotypical views of the common chav. Not that I am calling him a liar at all. It’s just sometimes that happens and our memory reconstructs what happens. Probably not the best time to be thinking it. I believe my ego to be intellectualising the situation.

The police are coming back round tomorrow for the proper statement as it is very late now. I am dying to ring my brother’s phone and see if those filthy chavs answer it though. I shouldn’t though.

(FP: If you read this before mother has told you, don’t worry, he’s fine and don’t tell her I told you!)

Birmingham July 25, 2008

I went there yesterday! With Joy, Daniel and Jenny. It was loads of fun. It’s really nice in Birmingham, it has nice shops and places to go.

The train journey there had me in hysterical laughter. Not that anything funny happened. I was just having a moment. Although it still amuses me now. I found a way cool Alice in Wonderland book in HMV, it was a pop-up book, but the pictures were really creepy. I was enthralled. I read the whole thing.

We went past the Hippodrome to find a wonderful old sweet shop. Except it was closed. So we went to Subway, where Jenny spilt all of her drink over her nice white skirt and also the woman sitting next to her.

We got a bit lost and ended up at some Cathedral…church…possibly St Phillips. We sat in the gardens, where Joy became hysterically amused by Daniel telling us about his brother re-naming ABBA songs to things like “Knowing Me, Knowing Poo” and “Thank Poo For The Music,” to annoy him. She laughed forever.

There was a lovely sweet shop on the way back to the station, I bought some fudge. It wasn’t as good as the fudge from Stratford. Daniel informs me that the fudge shop in Stratford was named “Fudge-tastic,” I was highly amused.

We got onto the train ready to go home, however as soon as we sat down we were told that train had been cancelled and to go to another platform and catch that train. So we ran, so we could get a seat. When we got there however, it was jam packed, there was literally not even any room to stand. So we went to another platform and got on a different train. Damn trains.

I didn’t take any photos. Poor.

Poor health day July 22, 2008

Poorly day today. I have a cold. Very poor. I nearly had an asthma attack. Ever poorer. I had an allergic reaction. Poorer still. I felt sick. Things just got worse.

Now I just feel very tired from it all. I’m no stranger to being ill. I get ill a lot. I always have, right from when I was small. It’s just one of those things. I’m going to have an early night.

I was at the FPs today. We drank tea. Talked about deep issues. One of my two eldest nephews…who both seem to find a way to insult me somehow asked me: “Why do your cheeks go all in when you smile?“ Looking slightly bewildered. Charming. My reply was simple. “They’re dimples.” Simple and dimple rhyme.

I’m going to Coombe Abbey tomorrow. The weather is meant to be nice so I’m sure it will be lovely. As long as I remember suncream.

Stratford-Upon-Avon July 18, 2008

It’s been a really delightful day today. Stratford is lovely.

We started out getting to Pool Meadow to wait for the coach, after buying our tickets.

Whilst we were queueing up to board the coach, Daniel asked me to guess what the coach driver’s name was. He guessed Dave. I guessed Charles. Daniel was correct, he was called Dave. The journey there was nice, we listened to ABBA and enjoyed the scenery, driving through Leamington where we waved at a man looking out of a window, he waved back and we were delighted. We drove through Warwick and saw the castle, ahhh the memories.

We got there and I purchased a map out of a map dispensing machine. However, just my luck, my map got stuck. So I was there tugging at it for ages. I did get it out though.

We visited Shakespeare’s birth place. The house that John Shakespeare owned and gave to William Shakespeare when he died. It was £9 to get in. Each. Luckily Daniel had vouchers and I’m so glad ‘cos it was rubbish. It literally was just his house…I remember seeing bedrooms…and little else. I could have just seen my own house. I suppose it was nice and old though. And there was an Irish woman explaining about gloves (Shakespeare’s dad being a glove maker and all). You weren’t allowed to take photos inside. I think mainly because if you put them online no one would pay to go in ‘cos there’s nothing to see. I did take photos of the outside though. See below.

That was the front. The back is below.

The street that Shakespeare’s house was on:

We went to a wonderful cafe for lunch, the Courtyard cafe. We were wandering round for ages seeing where to go. We walked twice past a really jolly fat man who was always smiling. We loved him. My lunch was really lovely, I’d so have it again. After that we wandered around again, decided to go to the chocolate shop and then the fudge shop. I had a coffee ice cream from the chocolate shop, even though I was very full. The fudge shop was wonderful, so many things to choose from. I found some really hilarious items:

I didn’t buy any of those. Eating them would have been a challenge. We did buy some fudge though. Well, kind of. We both had a big piece of vanilla and chocolate fudge and then Daniel had chocolate and marshmellow and I had caramel and white chocolate. I’ve not finished eating them yet, they were large pieces and are very sickly. But wonderful.

We saw a nice church also, well a Guild Chapel. It was lovely inside, although falling apart some what.

We went for a drink after this. Daniel felt he had to buy more food, so he ordered a toastie that was supposed to come with a salad. The “salad” is shown below.

Worst salad ever.

After this, we got harassed by a drunk man. All of the people apart from this one gentleman were really lovely in Stratford. However, he wasn’t. He came over mumbling something, Daniel thought he was asking for an umbrella and so told him we didn’t have one. The man then sang the Rhianna song Umbrella to us, which made me cackle but worried Daniel somewhat. He then talked about “Mark” always wanting to do things on a Friday. This was the point at which Daniel decided we should leave him, the man then offered him a book out of his carrier bag full of Magners cider. As we walked away after turning down his offer, he walked after us for a while. I was amused. Daniel wasn’t.

All in all we had a fantastic day. I was cackling my way through. Stratford is really lovely. Expensive, but lovely. Nice day trip

Table number 35 July 17, 2008

I went to Nando’s yesterday. It was lovely food. I usually just order a plate of chips when I go….I’m not very adventurous. However, yesterday I ordered a veggie burger. Lemon and herb. And a soft drink. Bottomless. It was a very spicy veggie burger, in my opinion. There was unlimited frozen yoghurt afterwards. It was lovely. I had a wonderful sugar high. Joy amused me throughout the evening by staring at Rosie when she had her head turned….then smiling when she looked at her. I cackled a lot.

I got a bit confused ordering my food though. I kept forgetting what I wanted in the queue and forgetting what table number I was at. So when I got there the conversation went a bit like:

Nando’s lady: “Table number?”   Me: “Can I have a veggie burger please?”   Nando’s lady: “What’s your table number?”   Me: “A veg….” Rosie: “She’s at number 35″   Me: “Ohhh, yes, I’m sitting at 37…or 35…can I have a veggie burger please? Lemon and herb. With just chips. And a soft drink.”

I’m not very practised at Nando’s.

Stratford Upon Avon tomorrow. Yay!

Mamma Mia July 15, 2008

Was awesome. It was so cheesy. But that’s what made it great. Sometimes you need a good cheesy film to lighten the mood. I laughed a lot. Julie Walters was my favourite in it by far, I love that woman! They were all really good though. I found it bizarre when Pierce Brosnan started singing though. But he did it well. I can’t be bothered to do an in depth review like with Prince Caspian. But it was great, I recommend it. If you’re not a fan of cheese though or a fan of ABBA, then maybe you’ll hate it and you should go see Prince Caspian instead.

The cinema was packed. Everyone started clapping along at the end and then we all gave it a round of applause when it had finished. I’m going to have to wack out some ABBA songs now. (I still love Prince Caspian more though)

I have to also add that I love the woman at the ticket buying bit. We asked for two student tickets ‘cos they’re cheaper and she asked to see our  NUS cards. I don’t actually have one so I said. But she charged me student price anyway. Jolly good times.

Zombified July 15, 2008

I’m going to watch Mamma Mia this evening. Should be good fun. I’m also going to Stratford Upon Avon on Friday, which also should be good. I need to get my hair cut, I’ll probably get it done next week. Lovely

I have discovered that hayfever medication + Pro Plus + Apple Sours = zombified me. I don’t do well on that combination at all. And so I shall not take Pro Plus again. It’s perfectly legal incase you didn’t know. It’s just like a big dose of caffiene that has a huge come down after it. Shocking.

I am finally getting round to sorting out my Facebook. I generally just leave it be and comment on anything that I get e-mailed about if it takes my interest. I’m bored with Facebook and Myspace. They’re both a bit rubbish, however I am making a bit more of an effort with the former.

I think I shall go have a quick nap now. Damn I’ve just lost the game. Again. Poor.

The Game July 14, 2008

It’s lots of fun this game. Except it’s not. Because the aim of it is that you don’t know you’re playing it. Confused?

Basically, you’re playing it when you’re not thinking of it. The minute you think of it, you’ve lost the game.

I keep losing.