The scale said 157.2 this morning- Good news!
My jeans are a touch too big and keep slipping down- Good news!
My belt is too big even in the tightest part- Good news!
I’m still too big to fit in my old jeans and I am too broke at the moment to buy new ones or a new belt- Bad news. . .
So if you see a woman with her pants lower than is considered socially acceptable even in a culture with pants with half inch inseam. . . that would be me.
I’m not normally one for getting excited about bands reforming after many years of hating each other. I controlled myself from seeing The Eagles, mostly because the ticket prices were so dear and I was very broke even though I love them and Don Henley.
But the news that The Police were getting back together did fill me with glee. What can I say. . . I’m a child of the 80’s and I do love Sting. Saw him in 1999 in LA and he was fantastic. Also one of my friends Margee had a celebrity run in with him and said he was very nice. And he does Yoga. . .
However even hearing that they were back together, I just assumed that I wouldn’t be seeing them.
Cut To:
Stuart has bought tickets and booked our flights and hotel to see them in Cologne in September! So we get to see one of our favourite bands and have a little mini trip to a beautiful city. . .
Stuart says that I owe the 10 of you that read this an apology because my entries for the last week were rubbish and I haven’t discussed a few things that happened.
I have also been a bad Thomas about uploading pictures. I haven’t uploaded flicks onto flickr since Christmas. . . What I do feel bloguilt about is failing to mention the weekend before last - going up The Monument and our treck out to Hampton Court. . .
so this is a me playing catch-up.
Christmas
Little Emily
She may be one of the cutest babies ever. . .
I love this picture of Fizz. . .
She looks like the Egyptian God Anubis with her big ears when they are straight up. Here her subtext is, “What the hell, man. . .”
Rock Lobster
I guess I forgot to mention when I blogged about a work dinner from a month ago that we played with our food.
I mentioned our trip up to see Ollie. . . but here are some pictures.
The Monument
Stu refused to walk up it because he is afraid of heights but the sweet thing is it was his idea to take me to see it. What is The Monument you ask? It commemorates the Great Fire of 1666 and if you walk up the 311 steps
you get some amazing views of the city.
And then a week ago Saturday we went to Hampton Court. It was Stuart’s idea to take me because he thought I would like it.
I didn’t like it at all.
I loved it.
How could you not?
My favourite part was the kitchens.
This area worked sort of like a gas hob. You would add or take away coal as needed for the level of heat you required. Down below there were two areas- one where the ash would fall and the other stored the coal that you would add.
This is where they would roast meat.
The Gardens didn’t suck either. These pictures do not give to justice at all. . .
And then it snowed last week. . . I was working at home that day so I didn’t have to get up in the morning but Stuart took photos for me.
And then I took a flick when I woke up.
Friday we went to a Battersea bar for birthday drinks for Richard’s girlfriend which was lovely.
Sadly I don’t have photographic evidence but I looked kinda cute. I had also brought the girls out which might be why at one point when I went to the loo, a guy grabbed my arm and slurred, “Sexy!”
I chose to be amused and flattered rather than offended.
That evening, I also met this sweet doggie.
People being free to bring their dogs into pubs may be one of my favourite things about this country.
So there we are. I’m caught up.
Mostly.
159 pounds. . . .8 less than last week. There was one day where I was at 158 last week but I cheated a couple of times so it caught up to me. A mixture of neccessity and poor choices. . . but back on the wagon again. . .
Watching the end of a disaster movie of the week where in the wake of a super volcano erupting in Yellowstone major climate change results in. . . well—basically the end of civilization.
Al says, “I blame you guys.â€
“Because the volcano was in America,â€
“Yes.â€
The screen shows scenes of dead cows, deserted cities, the Thames iced over.
“That really would suck.†I say.
“Yes.â€
“But you know the good thing is, I wouldn’t have to go to work.â€
I went up to Warrington (up by Manchester and Liverpool) yesterday to see a client. My train left at 6:40 so I was up before the chickens to catch it. I did first class though so I sat back and read the paper and let them bring me a vat of coffee and scrambled eggs. My train back left at 7:45 so it was pushing 11:00 PM by the time I got home.
Because of the long day, I had arranged that I would work from home today. . . Lucky, lucky me. . . While everyone else was fighting with the snow and commuting woes, I was cozy in my living room watching the snow fall. . . Bah-Hah-Hah-Hah!
I’ve been wanting to learn how swing dance or jive for a million years. So as part of my 2007 ‘do things that I want to do, rather than say I always wanted to do that’ life plan thingy, tonight was my first dance class of a five-week beginner series done by Hula Boogie at my favourite London bar, South London Pacific near Oval.
Was soooo much fun. Felt a bit silly, but it will be a blast when we really start moving. Julie is really a fantastic teacher so if this is something you have wanted to do, get on the waiting list for their next class.
Hula Boogie hosts one Sunday a month at South London Pacific. . . next one is 18/2. I may need to drag some people out to drink fruity drinks with little umbrellas . . . Anyone wanna join me for a night of 1930’s- 50’s floor stompin’ music?
159.8 pounds - In 37 days 5.54 pounds lost (2.51 k lost)
When I apply of my Indefinite Right To Remain Visa in October, I will need to take the citizenship test.
Today Al Im’d me about it. . .
Al says:
speaking of American’s in Britain, i heard that one of the questions on the citixenship test is Q. If you spill someones pint in the pub what do you do?
A) Offer to buy them another
B) Run away
or
C) Offer to fight them in the car park
I think you will be fine.
it is clearly C for anyone who has spent any time here
In Fact, Ah posted a fun little thing where you can upload a picture of yourself and the computer will play with the image and make you younger, older, a different race or as rendered by an artist.
This is me in the style of a Modigliani. . . I really wish they did cubist Picasso.
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