What's it all about, Bloggie?

I’m now in a much happier place than I was when I started this list. The idea was to try & escape the dark clouds that were beginning to surround me by thinking of a few things to inspire & lift the soul. The thing is, even though things are a bit brighter at the moment, I appear to have lost my creativity mojo because the list really isn’t that imaginative!

Please note, NOT in order of preference!

1. Learn to ride a motorbike (just think, motor cycle courier could be my perfect job – seeing as I still don’t know what my perfect job would be)

2. Get married in Vegas by Elvis


I declare thee husband & wife...

3. Have a lesbian affair (Why not try something different? Just think, you could live on that memory for decades...)

4. Be there in person when England win the World Cup again (Like they did in 2003).

5. Stay in your hotel room for a whole day & night and just live off room service & giggles (John & Yoko anyone?)

6. Get drunk on nothing but champagne (it’s just gotta be done hasn’t it? And weddings when you’re 13 don’t count)

7. Be famous for at least one thing (I could cope with seeing my name up in lights!)

8. Drive a really fast car really fast round a race track (I like driving fast, I just don’t get a legal opportunity to do it)

9. Write a best-selling novel (yep, still waiting for the best selling idea).

10. Have enough money to do all of the above!

Can’t think of many more at the moment, but perhaps I should also add that it would be nice to get together with my obsession (yes, I'm still obsessing)


Today I am mostly listening to: Kings of Leon – Happy Alone (I am really loving Youth & Young Manhood right now)

Today I am lusting after something to do over the bank holiday weekend – I don’t want to stay at home & stew in my own juices. Oh, and a sense of humour just like Catherine Tate’s would be quite nice as well

Two things have disappointed me this week. Firstly, I’ve just found out that Dumbledore has died (I actually cried...)

And secondly, I found out that Giacomo Casanova actually speaks with a Scottish accent. Well, that’s to say that the actor who plays him speaks with a Scottish accent. But before I get a sudden influx of abusive e-mails, I have absolutely nothing against Scots, I just thought David Tennant’s accent was rather good in Casanova, and I feel somewhat cheated that he doesn’t speak like that in real life. That’s all.

Oh yeh, I’m still obsessed, just trying my best not to go on about it all the time.


Mind me caber

Today I am mostly listening to: Kings of Leon - The Bucket

Yes, really.

"I don't kiss and tell, I shag and shout!"

Bernie the nurse, The Catherine Tate Show, BBC 2, Thursday 18 August 2005.

It’s doing my head in! I thought by writing things down it would have some kind of cathartic effect and I’d feel immensely better for getting it all off my heaving chest. But that hasn’t happened. Mind you, at least I’m sleeping a bit better, but that’s probably more due to the fact that I worry about my obsession all day, so that when I do eventually go to bed I’m completely knackered!


It's starting to get to me now

I decided to go for a walk last night to try and clear my head. (I didn’t take my imaginary dog, but perhaps I should have done; he’s a great listener you know and always comes up with really good suggestions). I thought it might be a good idea to get beyond the increasingly depressive four walls of my flat, and get out in the open air in a bid to clear (or at least arrange) my confused thoughts.

In principle it was a good idea. In practice it didn’t quite work out like that. Within 5 minutes of determined walking I was dreaming up the perfect "how we got together" situation. And the winning scenario was really quite good. Especially as it involved a bit of revenge on He Who Must Not Be Named.

But I digress. I didn’t manage to arrange my thoughts in perfect order, but I was able to question myself on my true intentions, and the result is that yes, I most probably am obsessed, but my intentions are completely honourable (well, mostly) and I have a genuine liking of the person in question. I’m now pretty damn sure it’s not a flash in the pan!

The question is, how do you progress from the "thinking" stage to the "doing" stage?! (By the way, did I mention that I won’t be able to see my obsession until the end of September? Ho Hum).


Today I am mostly listening to: Kaiser Chiefs – I predict a riot

This week I am lusting after chronologically arranged thoughts (you know the ones; they’re the ones that make perfect sense & stop you worrying yourself stupid!).

Warning! Long & rambling post!

A while ago I met some one (no, not him who buggered off back over the water – this is some one else who, for various reasons, I decided not to write about). As soon as I met this person, I knew I liked them. This person had one of those magnetic personalities and an absolutely cracking sense of humour, and even though we’d never met before, I just knew we’d get on. And get on we did!

We were part of a small group, the majority of which came from various parts of the world, and to add to the mix, half of us had never met before. I’m happy to say that it was one of those occasions in life where every one got on with each other, almost as if we’d known each other for years. As much as I liked everyone in our little group, I knew I liked this one person a little bit more than the others. It was just a case of deciding whether it was the friendship kind of like or the fancy kind of like.

At the time it was definitely the friendship kind of like, with a hint of this could possibly be the fancy kind of like, and I actually thought the feelings might be reciprocated, but due to circumstances, and the fact I could have read the situation completely wrongly, I thought it best not to make any kind of move (after all, who wants to look like a fool?!). On returning home we sent a few e-mails & texts but then it kind of just died away. After which point, I just presumed I’d read more into it than there actually was – after all, we’d only met for a few days and due to the complete lack of action in my love life I’d obviously read the whole situation wrong! (Mind you, it didn’t stop me having the odd daydream!).


Obsessed, moi?

Fast forward to this weekend and out of the blue I had a missed call from this person. Strange, I thought to myself, I wonder why they’re calling me. With them being an honorary Londoner, one of my first thoughts was that there had been more bombs (but why phone me?!). After returning the call & only receiving an engaged tone, I sent a light hearted non-committal text message. Within 20 minutes my phone was ringing and I’m trying to hold a conversation whilst driving my car (sorry officer). Due to the ambient sounds of London street life and the roaring engine of my diesel car, it was quite difficult to hear everything that was being said, but I think I got the gist of the rather one sided conversation.

I don’t really want to go into the full details of the conversation, but suffice to say, it was a conversation I wouldn’t expect to have with some one who’s just a friend. The problem was, as soon as I parked my car and made it into my flat (where I could concentrate on what was really being said), the conversation was cut short with a "...anyway, gotta go. I’ll speak to you in the week". Hmm... not what I wanted or expected to hear.

Now, let’s get down to why I think I might be obsessed. In my usual way, after the e-mails & texts dried up, I pushed all thought of this person from my mind & simply refused to entertain the idea that there might be more to it than the usual. But now all it has taken is one slightly bizarre (and I’ve since found out) drunken conversation, and all I can now think about is this person. I struggled to get to sleep last night and when something woke me up 4:45 this morning, I was unable to get back to sleep again until 5 minutes before my 7am alarm went off. And whilst sitting here writing this my stomach keeps doing those little flippy things just at the mere thought or mention of this person (and I’m sure I keep going red because some how people can read all these thoughts in my head!).

To add to this happy little concoction, when I missed the phone call, I just happened to be on a date with some one I’d met from my online dating debacle. Now, just picture the scene; I’m on a date but I’m more excited about a phone call I’ve MISSED than I am about the bloke I’m with... There must be something wrong there! (To keep you updated, he’s a tall and lanky rower, but he sure ain’t James Cracknell! – Oh, James Cracknell, you just would wouldn’t you?!).

So, after all that, the only conclusion I can come to is that yes, I am obsessed. Either that or I’m just down right weird!

Today I am mostly listening to: Christina Aguilera – Dirty

Whilst perusing the latest news stories over a cup of tea this morning, I came across this little piece of enlightenment.

According to a recent survey, the average Brit spends over £38,000 during their lifetime in a bid to find love! (I think I’d better get saving). But the worrying thing is that should you find yourself in a meaningful relationship, it’s more than likely to end within 12 months... Oh dear.



Today I am mostly listening to: Kings of Leon - Joe's Head

Apparently (in Herbie) Disney executives decided that Lindsay Lohan’s breasts were too big for family audiences and ordered them to be digitally reduced by two cup sizes...


"Careful what you're doing with that"