This post doesn’t really have anything to do with Eurovision, but I have watched it for years and years. I know it’s all fixed and political and yada yada, and now that Terry Wogan has gone there’s no real reason to watch it, but Emma M is having a Eurovision party at Emma T’s flat so I’m going along. It’s also Lydia’s birthday on Monday so she’s coming to as it’s her birthday weekend and it’s basically the law to get trashed on your birthday weekend. I have particular skillz & experience in this.
So… went to Manchester again this week, to see the sis and boyf, and take boyf to work and pick him up from work and then take him home to Sheffield. Yesterday we went into Evans (this is where aforementioned boyf works) and I had a little look at the Pashley that I love… tried the medium. Too big. I need a small. But they don’t have a small one in the store in pink, only a pastel blue one, which is nice… but… come on. You’ve got to have the pink one.
So I didn’t really show much interest in bikes, even though Jonny works lives and breathes bikes, and has gently tried to coax me into getting one/showing some kind of enthusiasm.
I think the thing is… I drive. You know? My car is ace. I haven’t had a bike since I was like, 12. So we’re talking WELL over a decade since I’ve been on one. My car basically negates a bike. Plus, I’ve kind of been of the opinion that people that use bikes as their main mode of transport are people that can’t drive, or can’t afford a car. Them, and everyone under the age of 13.
HOWEVER. I saw the Pashley in Jonny’s work:
love at first sight
So basically, yeah. Pretty much exactly like the bikes I had when I was little, which of course, were the best kind. Jonny said that really he wanted me to get a mountain bike, so we can ride up mountains together and shit like that. But come on, how many mountains am I *really* going to ride up? However, I won’t mind doing some leisurely rides by the canal on this baby. Plus you can even wear a skirt and not look like a total dickhead (unlike a hardcore mountain bike).
But they’re a lot of pennies so we may have to wait and see on that one.
Speaking of things I totally WANT, we went to the Trafford Centre last night for food and walkies round shops, and I saw these in the shoe section of John Lewis:
Of course it would be a waste of time trying to decide whether to get black or red, naturally you’d have to get both. At £140 a pair, they’re not exactly cheap I know. But come on. They’re called Astound, from Carvela at Kurt Geiger (just as a side note, do you think Kurt Geiger would ever employ me? I’d happily be paid in shoes.)
Jonny said my taste in fashion is distinctly ‘tranny’. I’m not sure if that’s an insult.
Do I look like a tranny?
Anyway. So I’m back in Sheffield, sorting out a few things, and mainly applying for jobs online in Manchester. The only ones I can see are sort of call centre/admin ones… so I’ve applied for a few. Anything will do at the moment as the Bank of Pops is on the verge of going under and is not doing any risky lending right now. I’m thinking of working a few nights too to maximise £. Obviously, no matter what job I get (and, I will get one) I’ll put 100% into it, but it won’t be something I want to do, really.
Thinking of dream jobs… I’d love to be some kind of travel writer, or work for a fashion magazine, or publishing… I’d love to get paid to test sports cars and go to massive parties with free champagne. I’d love to win ANTM and be the most successful winner… only I’m not American, I’m 5’4″½ and I have a strange moon pig face and bad skin. Not the best prospects then.
But being realistic… nobody is going to pay me to write, or look fabulous, or smooze with rich clients and drink champagne. At best I’ll be answering phones, filing, and getting paid minimum wage. Ace.
Having a job like that would be more bearable if I had a pink Pashley and lots of Kurt Geiger shoes.
I’m off now to scan some photos from youth times (and possibly upload selected ones to facebook), I’ve got a massive archive to get through. And I can’t be arsed revising.
DERREN BROWN ON TUESDAY! I wish I had his skillz. Then Kurt Geiger would DEFINITELY employ me and give me free shoes and possibly a sports car and champagne.
Materialistic? Fuck off. I’m a vegetarian. I have morals and care about animals and shit like that too.
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