Going For It!

I pushed myself and went to my singing lesson this morning and it paid off, worked on a new piece, gossiped about the X Factor, I was on a real high. Then I got back and saw my article on Leeds was in the 'Sports Letters' section of the Yorkshire Post. Brilliant. It also got published on football365.com's emails page. Nice... Things are definitely looking up and its all good stuff posting it on different sites, getting known, spreading the word. I wrote this funny reply to the article on football365 as they teased me about it not having any reference to Alan Smith in it...

"I bet that shocked my faithful fellow football fanatics that I wrote an article about something other than Smudger....must check my temperature......Well today you're not going to be disappointed. I just want to throw a full diva strop about Sam Allardyce doing a Fergie and blatantly taking Alan's versatility a little too far. Pushing Al to right midfield is a bit like trying to get me to do my times tables - slow, painful, frustrating and not very funny! He's battled on admirably but it doesn't take Einstein to work out its just ridiculous"

" Slaving away in an unfamilar, unforgiving position is no substitute for skill unfortunately. Allardyce either bites the bullet and tries him upfront a bit more often, to get his confidence back or risks wasting a tenacious talent that deserves better. I'm pleased he's playing regularly and its evident both on and off the pitch he's alot happier but with Owen crumbling away quicker than an Oxo cube stuck on a red hot hob and Viduka suffering from the obligatory twinge here and there, sooner or later Smudger's going to have to get a more prolonged chance back upfront. He can do it. Honest."

I'm definitely full of beans today, rather strange, I've tidied up my room, got rid of lots of rubbish and recycling stuff, its been a real buzz of activity, answering the phone, emailing, chatting, suddenly its 12.20pm. Where has the time gone today?? Not much planned this afternoon, someone who adopted a kitten from us is coming round with her later on and I've got to feedback the information on the Pet Action Day to the papers before the day's out to make sure it hits the deadline for this week. No pressure then.... I'm really excited its great to get noticed and feel appreciated, I feel in the mood for a big party with cocktails, karaoke and flirtatious fun with a few suited and booted blond blokes (what am I like...)

Or should that be reduced to 'a blond bloke' ?You all know of whom I speak. There's no escape..I keep thinking, dreaming and emailing about him. Hell, even my Auntie emailed about him today. "What a nice article about our Alan [an article I emailed to her from the online version of the Telegraph, I think it was] He certainly comes accross as an enthusiastic and ordinary bloke which is rather appealing. I watched the newcastle game and thought the kit was rather fetching on him" Everyone seems to have been caught into the web of Smudger in one way or another. Quite amusing... Auntie Alison wrote an email about how Uncle Iain's applied for a headship in Cornwall, a good hour at least, away from where they live now, and how she was worrying about how everyone else would cope with that as my Grandparents aren't getting any younger. This was my reply..

"Hi there
I just wish they'd take a chance and put him upfront now Owen's crocked but he's doing ok in midfield..just not his best or preferred position. Better than collecting splinters up the backside on the bench at Man U though, to be fair..."

"So sorry to hear about Holly, that sounded awful, I meant to tell Mum about it. You seem to have such bad luck with animals sometimes...our kitties have got a home, a couple passed a home visit and came to view them yesterday and thought they were really sweet. The lady's husband was very soppy with them it was so funny as he was the one who initially wasn't sure about having a pair..always the way..when you go see the cats you feel like you just can't say no...(!)"

"Cornwall is a lovely place to live from what I can gather, Glen is still young enough to adjust and you'd always have a connection with the cemetry with going back to see Grandad and Grandma anyway. Its a huge thing to do but sometimes a clean break altogether gives a kick up the bum to everyone and perhaps in some ways, being where you are now, you're kind of stuck a little and in a bit of a rut at times. I could've said no to the job at Cottingham because its not local but I went for it because it was an opportunity I might not get again. In a similar vein, Cornwall could be your chance to rediscover yourselves and start living again. Leaving Grandad and Grandma might be tricky but they'd want you to be happy and its not like you're traipsing all the way up to Yorkshire to live. But anyway..its all up in the air until Iain definitely gets the job. I hate change but sometimes you have to do it. I changed my room, chucked lots of stuff away and felt really refreshed and focused on life, it made me realise how cluttered and stressed I was. Now I'm up for anything"
"I have got rid of the cold but not the throaty cough, but its getting there. I got an article on Leeds published in the Yorkshire Post today which was quite nice. A few people I know have seen it and commented on it. Will have to send it, have a good day, G"

It really is good to talk, clear the air and get things off one's chest. Emailing and texting is great because sometimes when you're on the phone or face to face its easy to chicken out of saying exactly what you mean or have been thinking for ages but never got round to saying or having the guts to spit out whatever it is that's on your mind.. I showed my article to Mum and she really liked it, Dad thought it was good, but of course your family are never going to say its rubbish but there again they wouldn't have published it if it was just a load of random badly spelt or incoherent ramblings..

Today has still been dominated by answering the phones about potential adopters, cats in general, fostering etc etc oh and debating the hot potato that is Heidi and Jane aka the immovable force versus the immovable object. Jane T the chair comes across as very efficient but she's more of a delegator than a doer, so to speak, my way or the highway so to speak, she thinks Heidi could do more as she and her 'call a spade a spade' ex bank manager husband (Lexus driver, smoothie, funny but infuriatingly tight man) are not too happy with Heidi the vet and the way she operates but she is a strong minded dog lover rather than a cat lover and thinks she could do better off without the RSPCA as its getting too hassly. At the end of the day her business is thriving, most of us have a good relationship with her bar a few annoying incidents with animals she's done her best and us likewise. We're all in it for the animals but it seems egoes and posturing, patheticness and pandering on both sides has caused one or two nasty little spats and scenes. There's only going to be a lose/lose situation at this rate as Jane T's diva demands and Heidi's stubborn stern attitude force my rehoming coordinator Mum into the middle of the boxing ring and me on the sidelines muttering a few words of discontent.Add to that the dazed and confused other members of the RSPCA who don't have a clue what's going on. Charities eh, most of us have good intentions but there's one or two of us that could do with a reality check and a kick up the hooter....

Anyway, I almost chickened out of choir but skulked in fashionably late, bit croaky but I survived. Watched the end of Midsomer Murders and an episode of Jeremy Kyle - car crash TV but a lot of fun...even though it shouldn't be... I tell you what really tickled but repulsed me at the same time, a woman wrote into a problem page column to say her husband had told her that he'd got pubic lice from a towel at the gym but she was unconvinced and believed he was cheating on her (eurgh yuck yuck) the doctor wrote back and said unfortunately it was highly unlikely that he'd contracted it at the gym as its most common with sexual contact as it goes from hair to hair, so to speak. Yuck. And again, yuck...makes you want to scratch.....!!!
With that lovely note
Goodnight :-)

Pumping Up The Passion!

I woke up a bit disgrunted and disorientated as Dad shouted 'turn that alarm off!!!!!' at 9.13am. its amazing what two small slices of toast and a large glass of Innocent smoothie can do to your head! Before too long I was buzzing with anticipation and action packed plans for my Creative Writing revised scheme of work.

Whilst Mum went off to do a home visit and Dad wandered round waiting for her, I stayed at home. Normally I would've been bored out of my skull, surfing random sites and flicking absentmindedly through the Sky channels as if someone had suddenly stolen my brain and replaced it with a dysfunctional drained thing with lights flashing but no one seemingly answering the door. But no, today was different. Today I was determined to go for it and 'push on' to use a Marco Pierre White phrase. I typed up the rest of my schemes of work, sorted out the photocopying, retyped a few worksheets and handouts, smiled broadly with pleasure at my buzz of energy and boundless enthusiasm for my new baby. I don't enjoy the ones that are sick on you but the metaphorical ones in the form of little tiny ideas that grow up into big ambitious, adrenaline fuelled monsters growling and grasping for growth and change. I know, what the heck am I on about? I just feel like I'm riding the crest of a wave and finding a niche in life. I just want as many people as possible to see, appreciate and join in the fun that is my life and share what I have to offer. I am really enjoying the challenge and although I'm more than a little apprehensive about the teaching observation the following week its all good, I don't want to slouch around coughing and spluttering like I've just seen Smudger naked in my shower(!) I want to be busy and thriving. I know I keep saying all this but I'm very conscious of the fact that I'm 24 going on 25 and quite a few people my age are either married, got kids, in long term relationships or in a steady job. Thank god I took the plunge (no I'm not talking about a shock boob job or a dodgy tattoo or even a wedding at Gretna Green to a random man...) to accept the Creative Writing job offer, its good to talk, get out, see life beyond cat litter, Alan Smith on gettyimages.com and Dave the builder's millionth cup of char...!!! All I need now is to recharge the batteries on the love life front, there's been one or two flickers of light but thats all...

I've been a bit up and down lately, I've just about got back to my bubbly bold self, I hope to go out to York with friends soon if we can get organised before the next millennium. I've got so many plans, so many ideas, so many things that are floating around my head, dreams of publishing my poetry, getting headhunted by a top press honcho, finding out to my great surprise but obvious delight that Mr Smith does actually remember that I exist and agrees that we'd make a potty but perfect pair. This Creative Writing course and working at Adult Ed in general is great for me, its really helping me to bounce around ideas and get all philosophical and energetic about life, really makes me think..I'm a character and a half..I love writing poetry, I enjoy sharing story ideas, chatting about gossip mags and noseying about random stuff in newspapers, I hope when I'm old I'm in a place that's like something off Midsomer Murders and I can help some fit looking detective seargent that looks like Troy (too many Tia Maria coffees at bedtime is slowly weaning me off my blond men fixation..I actually like a dark haired bloke bloody hell take my temperature please someone??)

Anyway folks, at least I only sound like Deidre from Corrie now, as opposed to Darth Vader on one or two fags too many and I've got all my course handouts, schemes of work etc all organised like some saddo secretary gagging for a payrise (and I don't mean of the personal favours from the boss variety boom boom tsk tsk naughty naughty...) Bring on manic Monday....if I can bear to get up. I'm always a grumpy Orangina on a Monday morning and the phone always sounds like the death knell to me..its rarely for me, someone always wants something that I either can't deal with, don't want to deal with or will only deal with if I really have the time or am forced to.....oooh miaowwww get me!!

My Love Life Could Heat Up Quicker Than An AGA???

I feel alot better today, I slept in til 9.30. I was woken up by a very graphically randy dream about Alan which wasn't very surprising, except he was calling the shots rather than the other way round which amused me. I like to think I can boss him about but he does have a sulky mind of his own and if Alan can't be arsed, he can't be arsed, he's not a shrinking violet. LOL.
Anyway....today I'm just sorting RSPCA stuff out, tidying up, usual boring stuff, my friend Alex is coming round this evening for a chat. I won't do too much today as tomorrow is going to be mega busy with the Pet Action Day 10am-4pm free microchipping, free neutering, free vaccinations for rabbits, free healthchecks etc etc I'm going to dress up as a cat (yes really) and walk down the street with placards advertising the event. Alan would definitely be amused by it. I like dressing up,. Always have done. ;-)Some days when I'm feeling a bit low about Al or life in general, I remind myself of some of the articles I've written and some of the things I've achieved. I'm particularly proud of this article on Alan when he wouldn't make his mind up about leaving Old Trafford
http://www.sportingo.com/football/alan_smith_needs_find_new/1001,3882

It was a real turning point for me. Because it was based around a letter I'd sent to Al around the same time, it was a really honest, heartfelt plea. Then when he left, I felt like you know what I think he's actually listening to me.LOL. Although there has been niggling doubts and I'd questioned my sanity more than once, I realised that a) my obsession could be put to good use and b) there was nothin better than going public with exactly what was torturing one's soul.
Too often I either bottle things up or let it all out and writing things like that allows me to achieve peace of mind and share my feelings. I really enjoyed writing the recent Leeds article too. It makes me realise what I'm capable of doing when I believe in myself. I found myself eyeing up a wedding cake in Bettys at Harrogate last night. Dad said to Mum "Thats a bit worrying Jane, Georgina's looking at a wedding cake" Ha ha ha. Ha ha ha. I only said "that must have taken alot of work...it looks impressive doesn't it?" lololololololololol Oh I've got them worried big time....................................cos the thing is..........they know that could mean only one person coming back into the fray. Dum de dum dum dummmmmmmmmmmmm eeek for them (laughs) Stranger things have happened........

Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining...

Last night I was feeling pretty low. Only one person turned up for the Creative Writing course, Newcastle lost and I was in the grip of a nasty cold contracted from my disgusting Dad who has done nothing but cough and splutter all weekend over anyone and everyone despite constant pleas to get it checked at the Doctors. Very frustrating. I woke up this morning like a bear with a sore head, far from cuddly, nose like a dripping tap and a throat rougher than Britney Spears on another bender....just what else could go wrong? All this hope, all this promise..........I was pretty gutted although I took heart from the fact my colleague Sue said she'd put in a good word for me elsewhere, I felt like I was back to square one.

But then out of the blue I got a phonecall that was to change everything. I got offered a post at Cottingham Adult Education teaching a similar Creative Writing course, to start next week. Its not an ideal location given that I don't drive and it caused a few ructions and panicky tears when I debated whether to take up the offer, as I had a minor hospital appointment the day its due to start and Dad was absolutely against it saying 'its your life but it'll take you ages to get another appointment you can't really change it now' But I said to Mum I don't want to be stuck here wondering what if, its a good opportunity and its getting paid for something I want to do. I didn't feel convinced that Id get another opportunity like this for some time. So I went for it. Ten people have enrolled and they're pretty happy to check my details with my boss at Boothferry and go along with my lesson plans that I had in mind for Vermuyden. Relieved? You betcha.. I have had enough of waiting around for my chance, typing on the Internet and the odd 'purr-fect tale' submission in the local press is all well and good but I need to gain more respect, get out there, get noticed and get my own dosh in the bank, not feel like the family gooseberry black sheep figure without a job or much prospects.

Its been a slow burner today apart from that, just playing with the naughty kittens, answering the phone, tidying up, sniffling, snuffling and sifting through and sending information on my Creative Writing course ideas, maybe I'll look back on this day, years from now, and think that was a huge turning point in my life. It'll be a bit of a pain negotiating buses, trains and taxis but I did it at University ok and Cottingham is just outside of Hull so its not as far as one thinks, really. Onwards and upwards, finally!!!! :-)

Creative Genius or Frazzled Fallen Angel - You Decide!

My latest offering from Sportingo.com is below... I've been up to my eyeballs in lesson plans, courses, forms and paintball kitten poo(!) just lately so apologies for deserting my blogging duties for a little while but I'm back with a vengeance. I start my first teaching post teaching Creative Writing at a local school tomorrow evening I'm flapping around like a freaked out fish out of water but with a bit of composure and a healthy dose of nerves to keep my feet firmly on the ground I should be fine. Super Smudge had a decent game yesterday. All in full HD glory. Mmm. We became part of the 'SKY HD family' as they nauseatingly put it, the other day, you see. The picture is as sharp as my claws ripping into various random 'celebrities whilst reading Heat Mag, so far so good....anyway enjoy my latest Sportingo offering and I hope to submit a longer blog entry in the near future, if I'm still alive after tomorrow night(!)

Leeds United in seventh heaven as results turn out all white

A record-breaking seven wins on the trot and the possibility of a relegation curse being finally lifted. Has Lady Luck finally found Elland Road?


Leeds United's killer 15-point blow seemed a little below the belt for an already battered and bruised club - and everyone wrote them off even before a ball was kicked in League One. With their near neighbours Rotherham relegated after a points deduction not so long ago, the spectre of the Grim Reaper loomed large and a few disgruntled former players, staff and financial backers were threatening to hammer home the final nail in the coffin. It seemed like Leeds were ready for the last rites.

Then came the miracle as United finally regained consciousness. The fallen giants have awoken from the 15-point nightmare and climbed up to reach out for the key in the door - 18th in the table after a 2-0 win against Swansea. What's all the fuss about, I hear you cry? Not before time? We would have been several points clear of the rest if we hadn't had that points deduction.

Well I have to say, if severely punishing steadfast fans and battle-bruised players for the board's discrepancies (yes Bad Santa aka Ken Bates, I'm looking fairly and squarely at you to an extent) helps to motivate a team, then maybe that was one of the best things to happen in some time - a long overdue wake-up call.
After the win against Swansea, Leeds fans would be forgiven for reacting with feverish enthusiasm and waxing lyrical about the likes of 'Bullet' (Jermaine) Beckford, 'Reliable' (Frazer) Richardson and 'Classy' Tresor Kandol in the same breath as mentioning the legendary Billy Bremner, Peter Lorimer and Gordon Strachan.

Clean sheets, confidence soaring and expectation sky-high as players and fans demonstrate a personification of the club's anthem 'Marching On Together'. They are united in euphoria with players huddled excitedly on the half-way line, a crowd of just over 29,000 cheering and chanting wildly as if they had just claimed a cup. Leeds are seemingly no longer playing Russian roulette with survival, allegedly less in the red and more in the black while chasing the coveted jackpot prize of promotion.

Dennis Wise was seen by many as a menace to the future of the club; rows, point-scoring between current management, maligned ex-managers and overpaid ex-players not to mention his close relationship with not-so-cuddly father figure Mr. Bates.The chairman's farcical poison-pen antics in the match programme amongst other alleged not-so-transparent dodgy dealings threatened not only to blacken Wise's name but also derail the whole roller-coaster.
Yet suddenly Leeds got up from the canvas and adopted an admirable siege mentality, a tough 'them and us' attitude reminiscent of the golden age of the 1970s which had risen from the ashes and breathed new life into the club. Like a grumpy but eager old Yorkshire terrier dog - we might not have many teeth left but bug us and with what little we have left, we'll bite...hard. And bark out loud and proud!

Gone is the leaky defence, replaced with a watertight ring of steel. The formerly frail, shot-shy strikers are trailing a blaze of glory, the messed-up midfield is muscling in energetically into the fray and the goalkeeper no longer wears the expression of one who has seen a few ghosts too many. There should also be an appreciative nod or two to Casper Angkeren, whose name didn't mean a thing to anyone in England but certainly the Leeds fans are happy to know his name. And to former bad boy David Prutton, infamous for doing a Di Canio and assaulting a referee during a match. He has almost become an honorary Yorkshireman with his fiery, gutsy determination to shake off his derogatory tag.

Yes I'm proud to be a Leeds fan right now but it's a little too early to start planning a potential victory parade. I'm optimistic that for once, it's going to be an 'all-White' Christmas - yes I'm thinking about it already. I just hope our squad, one of the smallest in the league, doesn't get stuffed with injuries like it always seems to do around that vital period.
All too often the winter has been one hellish hangover. The Chelski Revolution may have hit the buffers at Stamford Bridge but the Chelsea pensioner and his fellow ex-Blues old boy are pushing full steam ahead for a promotion party.

Pearls of Wisdom Gleaming Out From the Gloom

I had a really good time last night chilling with mates from Adult Ed went round a couple of pubs, it was alot of fun. I really feel like I'm getting the fun back into my life I don't feel so serious or desperate about anything like I so often used to. Maybe Mr Smith's positivity is rubbing off on me a little...a couple of Leeds fans who are friends with Claire, my mate from Adult Ed, were chatting to me about Al and we were saying what a waste of time Man U was for him, it could've totally ruined everything and for a time it did feel like it had done terminal damage to his sense of humour and fun. Alan became way too serious and miserable. Poor fella. I was miserable and felt worthless because I didn't feel like anything I said or did was good enough. If I've learnt anything in the last year or so its this, sometimes you don't need to say anything at all to be understood. Sometimes the best thing you can do is let someone fly away to heal themselves. The more I pushed Al to leave Man U, the more he dug his heels in. The minute I caved in and almost felt resigned to him staying another season, suddenly things changed and he realised that there was very little to stay at Old Trafford for.

Sunday Sermon..

Ever had that feeling where you think you've got so much to give but no one's quite picked you up on their talent radar yet and that there's so many things you can do, want to do and think you could do but you're just not sure which way to turn? Have you ever thought hang on a minute am I just a small fish in a large pond or am I going to leap out and cry Eureka one morning and do something extraordinary other than ranting on my blogger, scrubbing away kitten poo with a dab of Flash, being told you've got a 'good turn of phrase' only for someone else to put their name on the byline of your press release just pasted and copied on to a published version of the local paper? Well this is what was haunting me last night. Haven't fared much better today either, I know Marco Pierre White keeps ranting "fingers are for burning" but what about skinny wrists and kitten claw scarred arms?? I'm definitely on a different planet at the moment. Just not sure I like the sound of touching back down on planet Earth....
I texted the following to my friend Janine last night and I think it sums up alot of things about me right now, I want to reach out, I want to feel confident but its oging to take more than a smattering of Benefit lippy and spot concealer(!) "I feel a bit isolated. I've achieved alot but my heart cant help its sinking feeling. I am glad I'm back at Adult Education soon and singing [lessons] start again on Monday, keeps me sane and focused. I am very fortunate but I'fd give it all up to work things out with him [if you've read my recent blog entries you'll know this refers to a certain blonde twentysomething male I still refuse to admit my feelings to face to face for ridiculous fear of rejection] I almost cried looking at the Geordie [Newcastle United] shirt [I bought myself a Newcastle shirt which Smudger on the back but such was my shame I couldn't quite admit that it was me that bought it, when Mum signed on the dotted line for the aforementioned article I said a friend had bought it as a present - ignorance is bliss but denial is dangerous - I'm swimming with the sharks neck deep in it!] I'd been so afraid, so ashamed that I could email and write about him but couldn't say what my heart was screaming at me to say. Its been a huge, huge release him leaving Man U [but instead of making me feel free, its left me feeling like a roasted chicken scorching to death in a pressure oven, squawking in vain at the claustrophobia - he's an hour away, within my grasp but I feel paralysed with fear by it] God I was so tortured. I can finally be open and not be afraid of anything [yeah right, easier said than done why do you think so many people IM and text instead of meeting face to face these days??] but my own chickenheadedness [I'm a walking definition of that]!
So here endeth the Sunday lesson, time to be brave and face the music, back to reality soon, singing tomorrow, the gym, smelly cat dishes, usual stuff, maybe just maybe Prince Charming is around the corner, that's if his Satnav hasn't gone on the blink..........??

Frazzled and Fed Up

Speedy fingers scorched on the PC
Been such a busy bee
Typing up articles for RSPCA Action Day
All work no play
Snatches of gossip and a smattering of Jeremy Kyle
Quelled the blues for a little while
Cousin and boyfriend provided some comedy
Its clear to see
She's a walking Bingo advert - eyes down look in sort of bimbo
Not my style, no no no!!
Her bloke's alright but he's a Man U fan and a womaniser
As appealing to me as a yucky can of nasty cider
Made cups of tea, tidied up, answered the phone
I don't like to be negative I don't enjoy a moan
But going out for tea spoiled what was a busy but largely productive time
Food was so appetising that I'd rather have eaten green slime
Nah it wasn't that terrible
But at the same time it wasn't really edible
Needed a saw for my pizza what a tough dough
Premium pizza? I don't think so..
Asked for no olives and got a shed load
This evening felt like snogging a frog in the hope of it turning into a prince and it changes to a warty toad!
Way too may cat phone calls
Crawling up the walls
My stomach is a walking Gaviscon advert
Brain on red alert
Wrung out like a dish cloth
All I need now is to see some huge moth
Hanging from my light to freak me out
I'm not in the best of moods without a doubt!

It's as clear as black and white..a sunny outlook for a change!

I got my 'Smudger 17' Newcastle shirt I ordered on the web over the weekend, road tested it on the treadmill in the gym, got quite a few comments catching the bus from friends, ranging from "I thought you were a Leeds fan?" "Whats that?" and "Good idea using another teams shirt to disguise the fact you're a Leeds fan" What are people saying about me????

All joking aside, I feel refreshed and revitalised today, really happy and up for it, perversely proud of my Newcastle shirt, perhaps its a symbol of my newfound confidence and strength, not afraid to challenge myself and do something different, be true to myself instead of hiding behind this busy busy Cinderella-esque woman who is striving too much, trying too hard, giving oneself a damn hard time when this hot chick is going places! I dropped by at Adult Ed after the gym and found out that four people have already enrolled on the Creative Writing course, considering the area that my place of work occupies is more Dumping Ground than Dallas in large chunks, thats pretty commendable for a first run of a non Skills For Life course. So thats very exciting for me. Scary, but exciting. Also I've got dates (hold the slushbucket music on the pause button guys not in the romantic sense sadly!!) for the two voluntary classes I do - Beginners Readers and the Skills For Life cookery so it's full steam ahead for a hectic Autumn, just the way I like it :-)
The five kittens I'm looking after are rather cute, climbing up my leg and attempting to kill my Armani slippers at every opportunity (unfortunately 7wk old kittens can't differentiate between Armani and ASDA slippers!!!!!!) I'm enjoying watching Marco "Psycho" Pierre White on Hell's Kitchen, I'm loving the way he gets his diners ejected - remember people, don't bite the hand that feeds you, especially if his name is Marco! Very entertaining stuff.
I don't have much else to say other than I'm still feeling a tinge of sadness that I won't get to the Newcastle v Spurs game in October. Anyone would've thought an adored pet or love of my life had just died the way a lump in my throat appeared and my eyes went all sad like a lost puppy when my friend said University and the fact it was a Monday night prevented her from getting tickets and attending. Gutted doesn't cover it. All dressed up in black and white and no where to go.......will anyone take pity??? Watch this space.......

Down in the Dumps!!

Woke up earlier than usual ready to face the day
Had good intentions but things really didn't go my way
First I got the times wrong for an RSPCA microchipping clinic
It really made me sick
A cute little white Scottie Dog was done by Jolly Janet
She made me panic
Microchipping'skills' gung-ho
I felt rubbish and low
Especially when the dog bled quite badly
I didn't really want to see
One form filled in - rushed by bossy Julie in my ear
By half 11 I felt 'I'm not wanted and I wasn't really needed here!"
Making vegetable soup calmed me a little
But not even an E number packed Skittle
Could've made life sweeter today
My best mate texts the words I least wanted her to say
"I don't think I'll get to Newcy to be honest I will be in a job or at University"
Him/Her up in the sky is clearly taking the 'p'!!
I realised how much I wanted to go
When suddenly I felt this plummeting, lurching, sickening low
When will I ever get to a game
To be fair my friend's not to blame
I just daren't ask my Dad to take me
I'm a busy bee
For the next month or so which makes things difficult
I'll just have to grin, bear it..nah...just sulk..........sulk....and...er...sulk
I adore Al, I have to put things straight
But I can't expect it just to be handed on a plate
Time I just swallowed my pride and told my Dad
He's not all that bad
He'll call him gayboy and take the mick!
Insults laid on thick!
But he knows deep down, I'm sure, how I feel
This shouldn't be a big deal