Pub Dilemma #4

Written to: ♫ Boom Boom Pow- Black Eyed Peas ♫

Would you rather have toes for ears or ears for toes?

Hmm well on first thoughts I went eurgh, none thanks! But then after a little thought and persuasion from Haylee I decided that ears as toes would be better, as you could hide them under your shoes.

But still, how weird would that look?! I doubt you would be able to stand if you're toes were like ears really. Or perhaps it would make them look more webbed.

Midas is king and he holds me so tight, turns me to gold in the sunlight

Written to: ♫ Killing in the Name- Rage Against the Machine ♫

I went to the pantomime today and it was bloody marvellous.

Brian Conelly was in it playing Buttons who I found myself strangely fancying more and more throughout and show, and who held the whole thing together to be honest. It was Cinderella and half of the script was the same as the one in Portsmouth last year, but never mind.

There comes a stage in your teens when pantos aren't cool anymore, they're a bit embarrassing and a joke. But honestly, once your 18 or over, you see a completely different side. Only in panto will you get a whole crowd shouting "Wake up Willy" to a man with his hand stuck up a tortoise puppet's arse. Or sing Old McDonald has a Farm while some dilusional kids try and sing along.

It was hilarious. At times even my cheeks hurt.

What was also strange is that kids seem to be tuned in to boo and cheer at the right moments, without even being told. It's liked it's programmed in. They even got the 'oh no you're nots' without needing to be encouraged. How do they know what to do, when we spend most of our time in a theatre or cinema in silence? Very odd.

My mum pointed out in the interval that we'd been going to the pantomime at Southend probably since I was about 4, and she used to go when she was a kid as well. I love that something as British as this is still going strong, and pulling in audiences and money for the theatres that run the shows. We have beautiful theatres in this country, take Kings Theatre in Southsea that is over 100 years old. They are amazing places with loads of talent, whether famour or not. They definitely shouldn't be forgotten about.

The only bit they didn't do tonight was a "He's behind you" moment, which I missed because I jsu adore shouting at the characters.

But nevermind, the Prince and Dandini were gorgeous. And of course, the Conelly wasn't bad either.

Sure enough worth fighting for

Written to: ♫ Madonna and Justin Timberlake: 4 Minutes ♫

It's always bothered me that that song isn't 4 minutes long.

Anyway, X Factor final tonight. Woop!

Except I'll be at work, serving 55 posh people and smiling away. Not so woop.

Anyway, as fixed and annoying as it may be sometimes, I love how X Factor has united and divided the country. Jedward, Cheryl and Dannii's outfits, Danyl: all these have triggered headlines and conversation.

Now that we've reached the final together I don't think many of us actually care who wins, seeming as the talent is no way near as good as it has been in previous years. But in the great spirit of things we want to see it through to the end, and so millions will tune in tonight to see the first evictee before tomorrow's proper final.

I've been told that up and down the country people are holding X Factor parties, a stay-in celebration for families and friends strapped for cash and wanting to spend time together. Sounds like Christmas! My family are one of these, we just bought half of Asda's confectionary to feed the nine over tomorrow night, and I even splashed out on X Factor chocolate (yes, that's right) from BHS for everybody to munch on.

I'm gutted that I'm not going to be a part of it, but more because everyone will be watching rather than the show itself.

I will be sneaking on a break to vote for Olly. Stacey doesn't have the attitude to be a pop star, and Joe (who I think will win even though I don't want him to) is a strange asexual being who will flop like Leon Jackson and Ray Quinn.

Leon who? Exactly.

Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone

Written to: ♫ Adele- Hometown Glory ♫

I found out I've passed my 60wpm shorthand exam, so am feeling quite pleased about that!

But over the past two weeks, I've realised how exams can really screw you up. At school I felt confident about them, to be honest school was easy and I knew what I was on about. A Levels were ok as well.

Over university I think I had three exams across the three years, and they were exams where you had to write an essay in two hours, or something similar. Everything else has been coursework, so you get to hand in drafts and ideas before handing in the final product. That way you already have an indication of how you are going to do.

So now that I'm on a course that is pretty much all exam, I'm petrified. Not so much of the exam itself, although NCTJ ones are difficult, but the waiting after. I'm impatient anyway, so this really doesn't help. To get that shorthand result was a relief, but there are law and news ones to follow which we might not get for another month. A month?!

It drags things out further than they need to be, and gets me all worked up. Thank God I won't have to worry about them again after March!

I hope. :/

You'll find me in the club...

Written to: ♫ N-Dubz and Mr Hudson - Playing With Fire ♫

As a busy girl I ended up being at two events on Friday night and seeing the scale of two different nights out in clubs.

The first was a 30th birthday at quite a classy place, where everyone was in couples and perched with their drinks and discussing how their kid was causing trouble at home.

Compared to the one I got to at 10pm, where most of the people were single, there was flirting a-plenty and everyone was dancing around like loonies. It was fantastic! Nothing better than lots of gossip and drink to get the group going. And, as I am attempting a detox (ha!), I didn't drink as much as normal and had no hangover the next day. Huzzah!

There is no pub dilemma this week because it was a bit rubbish.

All my single ladies, all my single ladies

Written to: ♫ Arctic Monkeys- Mardy Bum ♫

As Christmas comes I find myself single again, dreading all the loved up couples, missing snuggling and sitting on my own on Christmas Day. And I'll be working so much over the holidays that I'll barely have any time to meet new people, let alone spend time with the people I love.

So I find it strange to say that although I will miss the warmth of another, I am generally feeling optimistic about being single at the moment. With my course and work going on I already have so much on my plate, and I'm having to be quite selfish. There's just no time for a boyfriend.

It's worrying how often I hear women worry about finding a man or getting over men at the moment. Of course, I will want to settle down eventually but I honestly believe there is love out there for everybody and it will come when that day happens. There's no point trying to push it further, it's fate.

In the mean time, enjoy yourself and learn from your mistakes. I will make much better decisions from now on based on the nightmare I have been in the past.

Besides, there are lots of new guys I know who have recently become single...

Trying to get the girl all the bad guys want...

Written to: ♫ McFly- Corrupted ♫

Tomorrow (technically today), I am off on a girl date with one of my oldest and loveliest friends. Ha, too be honest she'd be a shit friend if she was horrible. Anyway, we're off to a old chinese favourite and have been texting all evening to build up what is going to be a bloomin' marvellous evening.

I won't repeat our texts because quite frankly they're filth, but I love love love that I can flirt with one of my best friends and she flirts back! In just this evening we have discussed cleavage vs legs, trying to see my bum and, well, I want to keep mysterious so won't say. But it's going to be A.MAZ.ING.

I get to chat and eat and drink with a girl of my dreams, then wander down to the pub for some bevvies with the boys. Fab :)

If only dates were as easy with guys...