If anyone can beat my day i will give them a fiver .
Right last night got chatted up by a visiting Yank, named John ) or Jaaan as he called himself. He was really American, in the worst possible way and i gave him a false name (Elizabeth, and as he exclaimed 'wow geez like the queen, i would also like to add i was his second choice, he had already been knocked back by my friend).
This morn i take my family (complete with mother, sister, nieces etc) en mass to Williamson park to look at the lovely butterflies in the butterfly house, and someone is shouting 'Liz, hey Liz' over and over. Yes Jaan was running towards me and my mum and sister all hysterical and delighted. I try to turn away but my mum points out its me hes running to and gesticulating wildly at. So hes saying Liz how great to see you, and my mum and sister are looking at me like i am mad. And all i can think is fuck, fuck, fuck fuck. To cut it short i managed to escape but once again my family despair.
I get home and decide that i will infact change my life, no more love handles, no more boozy nights out that make me ashamed the day after. And it is going to start by walking to the supermarket 3 miles away to buy healthy (tasteless) things for my tea. So off i set wishing i had not put my coat on, but not wanting to tie my coat round my waist as it would draw attention to my love handles. I finally get there all sweaty, the way when your hair is matted to your head and you're all bad tempered and hot.
And out he walks, the person who i thought was god as a teen ( worry not i am now a complete athesist in this respect) with this really glamorous Lady, and i mean a lady lady on his arm. He introduced me to Miss World as someone who he had a weird sort of fling with when we were young, which felt shit because actually i was madly in love and he broke my heart. So i was doing a crazy eye bulging look at him and she was doing the same at him for never mentioning it prior presumably (girls you will know what i mean, we like full deets eh). And after much pathetic small talk i dive straight into the loo's to see quite how much of a state i managed to look.
I had a bright red face from power walking, i had a rather unattractive sweaty forehead with hair all stuck flat against it, and what i can only describe as broccoli juice around my mouth from the liquid veggy drink i had before i set of. It seemed the only thing i could do to stop myself from crying was to buy a nice ready meal from the posh range and a chocolate eclair for tea.
Beat that!
Right last night got chatted up by a visiting Yank, named John ) or Jaaan as he called himself. He was really American, in the worst possible way and i gave him a false name (Elizabeth, and as he exclaimed 'wow geez like the queen, i would also like to add i was his second choice, he had already been knocked back by my friend).
This morn i take my family (complete with mother, sister, nieces etc) en mass to Williamson park to look at the lovely butterflies in the butterfly house, and someone is shouting 'Liz, hey Liz' over and over. Yes Jaan was running towards me and my mum and sister all hysterical and delighted. I try to turn away but my mum points out its me hes running to and gesticulating wildly at. So hes saying Liz how great to see you, and my mum and sister are looking at me like i am mad. And all i can think is fuck, fuck, fuck fuck. To cut it short i managed to escape but once again my family despair.
I get home and decide that i will infact change my life, no more love handles, no more boozy nights out that make me ashamed the day after. And it is going to start by walking to the supermarket 3 miles away to buy healthy (tasteless) things for my tea. So off i set wishing i had not put my coat on, but not wanting to tie my coat round my waist as it would draw attention to my love handles. I finally get there all sweaty, the way when your hair is matted to your head and you're all bad tempered and hot.
And out he walks, the person who i thought was god as a teen ( worry not i am now a complete athesist in this respect) with this really glamorous Lady, and i mean a lady lady on his arm. He introduced me to Miss World as someone who he had a weird sort of fling with when we were young, which felt shit because actually i was madly in love and he broke my heart. So i was doing a crazy eye bulging look at him and she was doing the same at him for never mentioning it prior presumably (girls you will know what i mean, we like full deets eh). And after much pathetic small talk i dive straight into the loo's to see quite how much of a state i managed to look.
I had a bright red face from power walking, i had a rather unattractive sweaty forehead with hair all stuck flat against it, and what i can only describe as broccoli juice around my mouth from the liquid veggy drink i had before i set of. It seemed the only thing i could do to stop myself from crying was to buy a nice ready meal from the posh range and a chocolate eclair for tea.
Beat that!