Highly Strung

From here, this:

1. Your cell phone? apple
2. Your significant other? handsome
3. Your hair? dry
4. Your mother? redhead
5. Your father? loyal
6. Your favourite thing? food
7. Your dream last night? work
8. The room you’re in? spare
9. Your fear? worthlessness
10. What you’re not? employed
11. The last thing you did before logging on? ate
12. Where did you grow up? New Zealand
13. Favourite drink? water
14. What are you wearing? pants
15. Your TV? flat
16. Your pet? imaginery
17. Your computer? apple
18. Favourite place? balcony
19. Your mood right now? low-ish
20. Missing someone? yep
21. Something you’re not wearing? bra
22. Love someone? muchly
23. Your favorite color? red
24. Kids? none
25. Your life? erractic

..they would probably model them after mine.

Tomorrow lunchtime we head off to Paris on the Eurostar, we’re staying three nights at a hotel 50 metres from the Champs Elysee.  Coincidentally the Tour de France ends there on Sunday, so we’ll have a brilliant chance to relax as well as seeing the end of a race the Boyf is a huge fan of…perfecto!

So far I’ve only come up with three ideas (having discarded novelist, catalogue model and bar maid), they are as follows;

1 – Alcoholic

2 – Trophy Wife

3 – Both.

I think I need to discount no. 1 and 3 primarily because Ihave no desire for drink prior to the sun disappearing over the yard arm.

Trophy wife however, may be worthy of some consideration.  I’ve spent today having a bit of a practice.  My body has now been stripped of all extraneous hair, I am immac’d, buffed and polished to a tee.

I arose at crack of dawn and cycled 12 miles, after a light lunch of hummous and carrot sticks and a cup of cafetiere coffee, I walked the 5 minutes to my local pool and swam 30 lengths.  Arriving home i washed and conditioned my hair.  Thereafter a spot of sunbathing on the blacony whilst reading the paper – so’s I would have some current events to discuss with the Boyf upon his arrival home).

I’m now sitting down after preparing tonights dinner, soon I join the Boyf for a cheeky aperitif down the local, but not before a final touch up of lip gloss and a spritz of expensive perfume…because in the life of a Trophy Wife that is my job.

Oh lordy I am bored…

…starts tomorrow.

So, after a long boring meeting on friday afternoon by bosses sat me down and told me they could no longer afford me. Ahh the perils of a small company.

I am quite naturally unhappy about this as it’s the first job I have really liked. I’m also upset that my clients will think I have either a- quit unexpectedly or b- been fired. A small company can not afford to let on that they can’t afford their project manager.

So today I am heading back to London after a weekend away and tomorrow I face the future.

I am hereby changing ’sun umbrella’ to ‘rain umbrella’.  How can it be an umbrella to ward off the sun where there is no sun.  All I see outside my local pub is a large umbrella hosting several sad smokers who are avoiding the streams of rain dripping from its points.

And while I’m at it – a new type of hat – the summer beanie.  A light woollen beanie for those chilly summer mornings.

And finally I must say in the strongest possible terms:

So the wireless festival was very good, exactly the kind of gig I like – ie not too crowded.

It was the first time I had seen Morrissey in person, despite having been a fan for many years.  His opening song – couldn’t have been better ‘Last of the famous international playboys’.  Other gems included Vicar in a tutu, Death of a disco dancer and How soon is now.

Beck was also playing the main satge and while he was pretty damn good, he was also pretty damn uncommunicative.  I’m not sure he uttered a word to the audience – not even an ‘Hello London’…