Mush

Well, Trilby met the parents and has been declared a "sweetie" by my mother and a "good chap" by my father. They like him, praise be to god.


After the trial-by-pub-lunch, Trilby whisked me off to the frozen North for some serious couple time. Cue food, wine and brisk walks through golden woodland and across bleak hills. We also spent an inordinate amount of time in bed. But that's only to be expected, really. Neither of us wanted to come back to London. Driving down the M1, his car stereo broke (nothing to do with me guv'nor, oh dearie me no) meaning we had no entertainment. So I read bits of the Observer out loud to him. The journey went by in a flash. He's in Belfast now until next weekend. I am bereft.


 


In his absence, I am compiling a list - "Reasons Why I Love Trilby". It's still very much a work-in-progress. Here are some of the highlights:


- He drops words like "primogeniture" into casual conversation.


- After a hard day's shopping, he will give me a foot massage without me even having to ask or drop (un)subtle hints.


- He thinks it's great when I eat a slice of coconut cake that's the size of a baby's head.


-  His idea of a good night in front of the telly is watching a documentary on the influence of right-wing Christianity on US politics.


- He says "brilliant". All the time. And it makes him sound like a nine-year-old.


The list does go on. I am aware that the fact I'm making this list in the first place indicates that maybe I've gone a bit mushy in the head. Perhaps I should make a list of "Things About Trilby That Annoy The Shit Out Of Me", just to balance things out...
1.11.04 14:13


The Boomtown Rats got it right

Today has been somewhat trying. I have fallen up a flight of stairs. I have fallen down a flight of stairs, dropping my lovely Philadelphia-slathered onion bagel in the process. I have been given the Most Boring Task Known To Man (or Woman), to whit, working through a list of 480 towns and finding out the county in which they lie.


I am beginning to wish that I had stayed in bed.


Then again, one of the programmers has just dropped a mini Bounty and a mini Mars Bar on my desk, so maybe the day isn't a total loss.
1.11.04 16:14


Unwanted confidences

Boss: God, I'm feeling randy today, it's like I'm on heat.


YAAGers: Really? Um, that's nice.


Boss: I'm probably just on a high because I've come to a momentous decision today.


YAAGers: You have?


Boss: Yep. I'm going to leave my girlfriend.


YAAGers: Oh. Wow.


Boss: I haven't told her yet, though.


YAAGers: Urgl.


 


He's been with his girlfriend for three years. They've bought a house together. And apparently he's been thinking about dumping her "for the last couple of years".


Jee-zus. That poor girl.
1.11.04 17:02


Glam

I'm going to a wedding at the end of the month - two of my friends from drama school, who got together in the first week of the first term, are tying the knot in a celebration that looks set to be the party of the year.


I've been rather worried by the fact that I have nothing suitable to wear. My shopping trips have become increasingly panic-stricken as I tried on ugly dress after ugly dress, all of which made me look like I was wearing either a sack or a housecoat circa 1940. Neither of which really project the image I am after, which is "Hip London Sophisticate" rather than "Lumpish Potato-Woman".


Fortunately, I popped into French Connection on a whim last night and have found The Dress. Here it is in all its silky, wraparound glory:


dress.jpg


Yummy. Now all I have to find is a pair of matching shoes. And a bag. And maybe a hat too.


 


God, this is turning out to be an expensive enterprise. I think perhaps I should warn my bank manager.
2.11.04 12:20


Today's Equation

(a + b)20c = x


 


Wherein: 


a = new cowboy boots 


b = sensitive feet


c = minutes of walking time


x = painful blisters.
2.11.04 13:25


Booked

Oh my God. I was just looking at the Riverside Studios website and I came across this.


Erk. No turning back now, it seems. Looks like I should start brushing up on my rabbit impressions.
2.11.04 17:14


Today's dilemma

Is it wrong to be bribed into ordering a wildly expensive toner cartridge for the office?


 


 


(YAAGers gleefully pockets £20-worth of M&S vouchers...)
3.11.04 11:43


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