Whassssssup? May 19, 2009

S’been ages since I last blogged. Seriously, ages.  Sometimes I go on holiday and I’m already thinking about posts I want to write whilst I’m mid campsite.  But recently, I’ve had a mini drought of some kind. It’s been almost a month!

Missed me? 

Hmm, possibly not…but in any case, here’s a quick run down of whasss been going on!

 - Cooked Father John thai chicken kebabs and rice, and showed him our veg patch. He was impressed.  Am sure this has convinced him that as our onions are in straight lines, we have a good marriage ahead of us.

 - The Boy survived his stag do, and came back with hair intact.  Involved Amsterdam, Skis, boiler suits and oysters.

 - Went to first wedding of the season and could tell I was B2B as nearly blubbed at arrival of le bride. Tres bon do involving pianist who played Spandau Ballet!

 - Have tweaked a tendon in my foot. This is not good news for Bridal Bootcamp regime and have tried to compensate for lack of running with swimming and cycling.

 - Work has gone crazy mental, am v glad we have a good gang of mateys in the office to keep sane with! Am looking forward to cocktail-hen-do type evening with les ladies on Friday, bring on wine time!

 - Invites have gone out for wedding and replies are trickling back. It’s quite frustrating waiting for people to reply. I would like to know in an instant whether it’s yay or nay, am v impatient!

 - Tried to inspire The Boy on the John Lewis gift list front with a very mild introductory visit, after work, for one hour. Including food.  He was quite good and managed to not break glasses, walk calmly through the towel section and even find an opinion on placemats. Good effort! Lack of opinion/caring means that Gift List is now in my lap. Woah yeah!! Bring on the soft furnishings!!

 

O my god. I realise I’ve written the list above and ALL of it relates to wedding! I’m not obsessed, seriously I don’t think I am but that makes me look obsessed and freaky bridezilla-y! Must try harder next time.

Anyhoo, that’s all for now, me is tired. Off to Bedfordshire.

Sis making a splash in wine world October 3, 2008

Great to see my sis and her bloke featured in the Cumberland News this week. I keep getting texts from her saying that she’s off to taste wine, or port, or champagne. Hard life, eh!?

You only get what you give March 7, 2008

OK, rant alert here…

Just had an irate person on the phone to me who’s involved in a project I’m doing publicity for, saying that the draft press release I’d done was completely off track and unsuitable and that it was going to offend/upset/shock people in its present form.  I kid not!

Now, I’m ok with critical feedback, I really do have a thick skin, but this particular caller rankled somewhat for a number of reasons.  Firstly, I was working with information I’d been given which apparently now was incorrect, so of course, the release will have to change.  Secondly, she herself had seen the draft release in a previous phase and commented on it, forwarded it to people and NOT ONCE come back to me with amendments or dramatic changes.  In fact, a particular phrase she criticised on the phone was something she herself had sent to me(!).  Thirdly, two senior project managers had seen publicity plans and the release and neither had told me that either contained info that was incorrect.

Oof! Sooo annoying.  Frankly lady, I am not psychic and I work with the info I’m given (that you’ve given BTW). I am not a mind reader!!

So – where does this leave me now: irate and needing a large glass of wine.

Luckily there’s a girls dinner tonight so I feel that will provide the wine, for sure!!

Clink, Clunk, very drunk February 5, 2008

At the bottle bank tonight, I realised just how good a night I’d had with the work girls over on Friday night for eats and drinks.  The five of us who were drinking managed to get through 7 bottles of wine, plus home brewed blackberry brandy and damson gin.  Ooof! 

So, I was heartened to read this article, noting how women are ‘tricked’ into drinking more than they think they are.  It’s all the fault of large wine glasses you see – we can’t do the maths to work out the quantities we are downing. 

Having said that, I had a pretty good idea how pissed we were, especially when I decided some drunken piano playing was in order (why do I always do that?  I’m a grade 8 classical bloody pianist, and yet manage to act like a pub-joanna-knees-up-kinda player more often than not. Except probably sounding worse! Must do Chopin tomorrow and be an artiste again).  Anyway, good eggs as they are, the gals all joined in, heartily belting out Sound of Music, Andrew Lloyd Webber and Elton John hits merrily into the night. 

So anyway, I’m sure there’s a point to all of this but my cognitive abilities are seriously impaired still from Friday.  Which just goes to prove it was an ace night and worth repeating! (That alcohol message didn’t really hit home with me, then)