i’d rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart;

Refresh my memory – if you’re paranoid, does that mean they are out to get you or otherwise?

I had the sort of shitty morning that’s just crying out to be made into a comedy blog post so here goes – I jumped on the train that gets me to work just in time without buying me a ticket or I would have missed it, but when the conductor came round I realised I had left my purse on the kitchen counter. I had to get off the train at Paisley to go back home for it, and by the time I made it back to the station there had been a points failure at Central and all the trains were either cancelled or massively delayed. I didn’t get into work until 10:30am, and even then had to practically be cajoled into the office by a sympathetic bezzer at the other end of the phone. It didn’t help that I completely messed up my eye makeup as well this morning, and managed to cry it all off after I finally got it on properly.

And it’s so cold.

I had to cancel my lunch date with Roberta and intended to work through lunch to try and curry favour with my colleagues again (sustenance was set to be merely a packet of crisps left over from yesterday and a bottle of Irn Bru) but I had to dart out of the office for a sister emergency, so there goes that plan (which isn’t to say I wouldn’t abandon my work if you phoned me up crying Rob, far from it). I sometimes think being a big sister is the only thing I’m any good at.

MOAR LYG:  exerpts from a travel journal: curiously literal, or the time i went to north berwick without the right notebook;

Five hours til Bob Dylan. Squ-to-the-ee.

So who else watched the comedy that was the Take That documentary last night? I was never really a fan – although I did have a teensy crush on Mark Owen, merited entirely by a poster of him feeding a lamb with a bottle of milk that appeared in Live & Kicking magazine – which meant I could watch the shamefully awful early videos involving gelatin-based products and blonde models with a sense of detatched irony that completely precluded any cringing rememberance. Of course I missed the ending, and obligatory reunion which I’m sure Robbie Williams skipped since he actually still has a career, in order to serenade Roberta with my own take of Ryan Adams & the Cardinals’ cover of “Always On My Mind”. I think she was impressed.

My own boy band were, of course, Ant & Dec in their “Let’s Get Ready to Rhumble” heyday, in case you think I’ve gotten too cool to recall my past in these pages.

I love that the lawyer I have a massive crush on is still the kind of person to use emoticons in emails, no matter how much money he earns.

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  • rob

    …in order to serenade Roberta with my own take of Ryan Adams & the Cardinals’ cover of “Always On My Mind”. I think she was impressed.

    impressed, terror-stricken…it’s all pretty much the same…;)
    Hope you, and Marie Cla(i?)re, are both doing good now.