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Meanwhile…..

June 13, 2008

I’ve been having a good rant on http://www.thisisplymouth.co.uk. I’m in that grouchy mood. I got so bored this week I started going for runs on my own. In hindsight, Stonehouse at teatime isn’t overly safe for me. I’m only little. Too many drunk folk for my liking! However a bunch of marines leaned out of a car and told me they were inl ove with me. It was almost worth it for that! (Before anyone gets excited I was fully covered, wrists to ankles!).

I have a chum visitng for the weekend if the trip isn’t scuppered by this fuel problem. If anyone needs me this weekend I will be poncing about in Annabels, or possibly Zeros if I get pawed too much.

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May 19, 2008

So that was the end of a dark week at Shep Towers. Less said the better about that.

However…I had some high praise in my placement feedback and a reminder that I really need to get over myself sometimes. My course is hard but I am good at this being a Social Worker game.

We had a much needed night out on Saturday though and a trawl around the scutter bars on Union Street until we could bear it no more and went to Annabels. I got trashed for the first time in months but I was quite well behaved for me until the end of the night when my new Faith strappy stillettos got the better of me!

Because the lady is a tramp.

January 1, 2008

Now and then, well very occasionally I get to say ‘yeh well I did it with style’. New Years Eve was one of these occasions. Claire and I toasted 2008 on the balcony of View 2 with a bottle of Moet in full length ballgowns at the masked ball.

And then I walked across the Hoe in spike heels through the mud and ripped the hem off my dress. There are bits of my red dress attached to various bits of the West Hoe area, lamp posts and the like. And in the foyer of boy’s flat. And the lift. My heels have mud tidemarks. The glamour! Then I sat on a beanbag and drank about a gallon of Dom Perignon or however that is spelled.

The boy told me he loved me and proposed drunkenly several times. I told him to not to say it again until he was sober. He stopped at about 11am this morning!

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