pixiebelle

Aah, weekly update I think. As I write I am with hangover. But handled myself extremely well and didn't even which is a personal best for me! Went to our local, where my best mate was working, to watch the England V Scotland game. It was a tough one for me choosing who to cheer for as I'm half English, half Scottish but born in South Africa. I decided to be extremely lame and be happy for the winners and commiserate for the losers. Ended up that Scotland won. To be fair they played their arses off and did deserve the win. England tried but Scotland just shut them down at every turn. They soooo wanted the win yesterday. So well done Scotland. The bloke in the pub in a kilt was extremely happy I can tell you. He left and later reappeared when I was wankered and joined me and my mate (who had by now finished her shift) and another fella my mate fancies. He was a sweetie but I had no interest and showed no flirtatious behaviour whatsoever yet he didnt get it and kept playing leg footsie type thing under the table. So I moved my chair when he went to the bar. And so he moved his and started rubbing my hand. Silly scotsman. I feigned being exceptionally pissed and extreeeemely interested in others conversation, so giving a cold shoulder, which seemed to work. He got the idea thank god as when I'm pissed and in a good mood I'm not very good at saying the two magic words, starting with f and o!
Fella my mate fancies managed to be sick! Ha ha ha ha!! And I'd been the one drinking all day by this point! I was proud of myself for maintaining my composure.
So we wended our way home without any male company. My mate's parting words to fella were, 'I'd kiss ya but you've just been sick' I laughed so hard I thought I'd piss myself! Drunken wander home ensued with me having a craving for a chinese but nothing was open. I was not a happy bunny. All I'd eaten all day was a ham and tomato roll. So somehow through my haze made a pot of pasta which went down a treat and made a drunken phone call to my friend in Nottingham I'm off to see next weekend. Really weird as we talk all the time by email and text and used to talk on msn when his computer was working but first time we've actually spoken on the phone! Modern technology just seems to stop regular communication. Well, I amused him greatly apparently. I interrupted a film he and his mate were watching, he did't care but his mate kept saying he was going to go to bed if Ben was gonna be sat chatting to 'some bird all night' He he he!!! Needless to say I continued with drunken yammerings for a while! Next weekend looks to be preety packed. I'm well looking forward to it now. The evening will start with food and an animated film. Yay! Widescreen and surround sound! Then we will make our way into Nottingham where I am being taken on a tour of the local 'alternative' pubs and being introduced to a few people Ben rides with who I also have contact through on another website. Then we're off to Rock City. Not sure if I will be drinking as Ben may be driving and I'm not making an arse of myself on my own. But he assures me he can make an arse of himself without alcohol so it's all good. Then Sunday will be spent having a wander around Nottingham, I think. A suggestion was made of going round Derby but my one and only experience of Derby was not a good one so I've suggested maybe not. We'll see!
I have two days off to work on my maths projects for GCSE. Great having a couple of days off work though, even for maths, as I've been up to my eyeballs in police, drugs and illegal tenants all week at work. Many late nights I can tell you. Plus had to finish off my history essay and source question after my working day. The evening of being blotto was much needed.
Right, I've rambled for England! Sorry about that! Hangover's make me conversational. Weirdo! Yeah I know! Hope you're all having a wonderful weekend and our week is even better!

Oh yeah, new tattoo pic in the Tadoo's folder. No bitching bout what I call tattoo's! It's what my tattooist's son calls them and it's kinda stuck.