Back in Leicester. No more living in Leamington. Damn it. Oh well, must look to the future and Coventry and things like that. Since moving out of my house in Leamington, I've been frantically (ish) looking for a job, had a load of setbacks in that dept but hopefully there's always Safeway down the road if I can't find anywhere else.
So, what have I been doing in the meantime? Well, I went to see Elton John last Monday. It was my first live pop/rock-type concert; I've decided I must go to more. I found it bizarre seeing and hearing him in person. Not used to this seeing famous people in the flesh thing, but who is I suppose? The only annoying thing was that me and my mum both had a double vodka and coke each just before it started (£8! Daylight robbery!) and despite going to the toilet just before we went to our seats, after about an hour we both really really needed to go again. We waited for an interval but it didn't happen. I nearly got to the stage of going up to Mr John and asking him if he was EVER GOING TO STOP as we were dying. But I didn't. Just had to miss out on one of his songs. Other than that, it was v good.
What else? Boredom to the point of going to the supermarket every couple of days with my dad and Smigel, his 80-something friend. She is very nice really but physically she really is a cross between Smigel and Dobby from Harry Potter. Oh and went to a car boot on Sunday, where I bought Ker-plunk for £2! I've been trying to spend my birthday money too, so a few trips to town were in order.
Ah yes, thank you for the birthday presents/cards/company on the last Thurs of term. Although you were prob going to Bows/end of term meal anyway, but it was still nice to spend my birthday with so many people around. The present-thank-you also applies to Ciaran, who gave me the following:
A "bitchass" window sticker
A "slag" patch to sew onto an item of clothing of my choice
A bottle of purple hair dye
A henna tattoo set
A keyring that makes orgasm noises for several minutes after its button is pressed, so to speak.
Ok so maybe I will not go so far as to use the window sticker and the patch, but I may make a compromise and use the hair dye in a small streak of my hair and the henna stuff on a small section of my arm. I'll wait till I get back to uni for that though. Who knows, I might be inspired to change my image... As for the orgasm keyring (aka the "orgasmatron"), that has already fulfilled its use by going off on a bus full of people, of course, much to my amusement. How I chuckled. That Ciaran, he is a card.
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Holiday madness
Posted by Kylie at 4:51 pm
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Hello :)
I think you'll find the patch said 'slut' not 'slag', it is far classier! As for the orgasmatron, how culd you not love it? I made it by recording you watching the preview to Spy Kids 4 'Jailbait'.
In other news, who is this Smigel? I suspect you mean Smeagul, but then about perhaps this smudgel person you speak of is simply from something I am unaware of?
I am bored, as you can probably tell, Safeway is rubbish, as is, I hasten to add, your mother. Elton John is the King, those friends of mine whom I much prefer call me from concerts and hold up their phones so I can hear the performance, you are evil.
Anyway, you smell, looking forward to not doing any cleaning all of next year. Love you my smoochie woochie (as you shall be called from now on). Goodbye!
Ciaran
xx
PS Long live Knightmare, and cheese
Ah, Skunk Boy. Ok so I made a few spelling/whole word errors. Well if we're being picky, "could" is spelt "could" and not "culd" so nare! Hahaaa that has made me feel better. Oh and while we're at it, the background of the Scottish flag is purple.
Indeed, Safeway is rubbish, but Safeway is now turning into Morrison's so it will improve. Although apparently I would have to wear a green cravat or something, my aunt (not gertrude) is manager of human resources or something there.
Elton John (who we affectionately know as "our Reg") - we tried calling my dad and my brother during the concert, but neither picked up. We gave up there. Hehe. He was shouting a lot of anti-Ciaran stuff: "I HATE CIARAN! HE EATS MY LIMBS AND HE KILLED MY TARANTULA!" so I thought it best not to call you.
I have and will been taping "How Clean is Your House" all summer to train you up, there will be no chips on our floor, oh no. I had a weird dream about our new house last night, can't remember what happened though... I don't know if Phil has talked to you recently, but he said he would enter us for new Knightmare - of course we won't get in, but apparently they send fabulous Knightmare letterheads. Attached to letters. Yay! xxx
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