Have I or have I not...

I have just eaten lunch outside, it is incredibly hot, and I think I may have even have got a little bit of sunburn. I hope the weather stays until at least tomorrow so I can head down to the beach (jealous? hmm?? hehe)

Tonight Loco and I have something very exciting planned :) I can't wait. Will tell you all about it next week.

In other news, I haven't seen or contacted Ireland - I feel bad. I am a horrible person. The reasons are twofold

1) I cannot be arsed to hear Loco bleat on about it if I were to meet up with him. He says I can and that it's fine with him but I know that it isn't and I just can't be doing with hassle right now. (I also know Loco's thoughts and opinions shouldn't control my actions) However, every evening Loco asks "So, did you meet up with your "amigito" (little friend) today?"
Me "No"
Loco "Call him?"
Me "No"
Loco "Text him?"
Me "for fuck's sake - no I didn't ok. OK!"

This is a ridiculous situation and can only be remedied when Ireland goes home. Next week.

2) I think it will be weird meeting up with Ireland and his new woman.. for me anyway. Actually it probably won't be that weird cos Ireland is a lovely person who wouldn't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable. I'm just using this as an excuse not to see him. So there. Bite me.

Car Fads in Spain

I don't know about in the rest of Europe, but here in Spain, pimping your ride is very much in fashion. Driving around, you will see no end of "tuning" garages ready to convert your Seat Ibiza into a lean, mean, driving machine with blacked out windows (apart from the driver's as it is now illegal) extra large footpads, a souped up gear knob and other veritable treats.

I have noticed 2 new fads recently

1. Removing all signs of the make and model of your car - making your car kind of "white label". Why? Sometime you replace your original logos with the logos from other cars.

Note to people that do this: A Seat Ibiza is still a Seat Ibiza even if you stick a ferrari/lamborghini/porsche logo onto it

2. Painting on the rear of your car in fancy letters (preferably in silver or gold) the name of you and your loved one/pet dog/mum so that everyone knows whos in the car. Very Classy, Jesse and Julian in the black Seat Toledo.

And let's not forget the sound systems - any respectable "tuned" car has a full set of speakers, subwoofers and bass box so that eeeeeeeevvvvvvvvverrrrryyyyyyyyonnnnneeeeeeee can hear your garrulo music as you cruise through the streets with your windows open when it's 3ºC.

Oh - and this has now extended to motorbikes too - I was lucky enough to encounter a motorbike with its very own set of very loud speakers the other day. Luckily he was playing music I liked (what does that say about me?).

I'm hoping this is just a Spain thing

Eleven peculiarities

1. When I first moved to Barcelona I hated it
2. I started smoking at the tender age of 23 and gave up aged 24
3. I like to eat salt and vinegar crisps and chocolate, at the same time, in the same mouthful.
4. I am half Spanish but you wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at me.
5. My favourite cocktail is a Singapore Sling followed closely by a Tom Collins
6. I live within a 10 minute walk from my work and I still arrive late everyday
7. I failed my driving test. Twice. It wasn't my fault.
8. I have a phobia of bananas and creatures.
9. I think that one day I will win the lottery
10. I believe in ghosts
11. I have a thing for men with dark hair, blue eyes and irish accents. I just can't help myself.

It was okay in the end

Like I suspected - there were no surpises - no chocolates, flowers or fluffy teddy bears and only Loco's remorseful little face telling me how bad he felt as he knew how much I like Valentine's day but he tried and been unable to get any of the above gifts or find a table.

In my opinion he didn't try hard enough but anyway I think he learnt his lesson and with a bit more training I expect that my future Valentine's days will be much better. Or else.

In the end, after he coaxed me out of my sulk and out of my house, we found a table at a restaurant we'd never been to just round the corner (he got away with it by the skin of his teeth), where I was allowed to order whatever I wanted and whichever bottle of plonk took my fancy and he treated me to everything so it didn't turn out that bad after all.

In other news, Ireland's in town this week - I haven't decided whether to meet up with him or not. I'll keep you informed.

Am I the only person who like Valentine's Day?

Commercial it may be but I don't care. Flowers, chocolates, candlelit dinners, fluffy teddies, secret admirers - it all sounds rather nice to me.

Does Loco know about my love for all things Valentine? Hell yes he does. I have been prepping him since the last big present giving event.

So then, has he got the hint and organised something hopelessly romantic and soppy?
Hell.. no he bloody well hasn't. Unfortunately my friends, my prepping has gone very wrong.

Barcelona has the unfortunate luck of having the largest telecommunications fair going on over the Valentine period. This means that for the 3/4 days of the fair, all hotels, restaurants etc etc are booked up to the hilt - so you could say, a fair excuse for not being able to find a table for your loved one on the 14th February.

This may be true if you're loved one hadn't informed you of this potential problem months in advance and continually reminded you of it in the run up to Valentine's day. If this is the case then there is no excuse.

Yes - I am talking about little Loco - who only took it upon himself to try and reserve a table yesterday - and has been apologising profusely for his lack of Valentine's skills ever since. I am secretly hoping that this is all a front for a big surprise he has prepared, but deep down I know the truth is it is that he hasn't. And poor little me has to make do with an e-card. Loco thinks that taking me for dinner on Friday will make up for it, well let me tell you, unless he takes me for dinner in Paris - he has little hope of making up for his Valentine's day blunder and as punishment I shall bleat on about it for as long as I can away with.

Weekend Activities

Other than the blip my weekend was fine -

Friday night I went to the gym - what a loser I am - and I even went on the cross trainer (I hate HATE the cross trainer - this is for 2 reasons a) it's fucking hard work and makes me go red like a beetroot and b) I've fallen off before - more than one time - it's more common than you think!
No thigh machine though, I thought I'd work upper body this time and my upper body does not appreciate it.

On Saturday night, after enduring Ikea hell on a Saturday afternoon, we went for dinner with some of Loco's friends (couples) (note: Loco only has friends that come in couples), apart from one couple that I like, the rest are generally very boring and are also friends with Loco's ex which makes me feel a bit strange around them, wondering if they are going to go back and report to his ex - not that I should care.

On Sunday, I relaxed, playing buzz and singstar and watching the DVD of Loco's brother's wedding, and seeing his ex, who is skinny as a rake and thinking maybe I should use the thigh machine after all..

A blip

Last night I had my first (and hopefully last) anxiety/panic attack. It was very peculiar and a little bit scary, that suddenly out of nowhere and on the street (terribly un British), I started having difficulty breathing and started to half gasp half sob uncontrollably. Even Loco got scared watching me not being able to breathe or speak, clutching my chest and wheezing like a mad woman.

I'm not sure why it came about but I think it might have something to do with work. Loco thinks it's his fault and that he unconciously stresses me out. I don't know.

One camolmile tea,some rescue remedy drops and some higs and kisses later I felt better.

Everything is ok now. Just a blip.

Laziness

I don't know about you, but when I stumble across a blog that I think I like then I go back to the first post to see how it all came about.

Now, if you were to go to the beginning of my blog and start reading things may get confusing. This is because, basically, I am a lazy git. I half write a post, then I say to myself, I'll finish it later. Then I do it again with another post and another and then I'll write something and actually post it, but, because I never finished the first three half written posts the new posts makes no sense. Get me?

Well I've tried to clean up a few of the half writtens - I'm not quite there yet but now you can find out all about such exciting matters as my first date with Loco, and those that came before like, Beardman, Worm and Garrulo.

Bet you're excited ey! Well try to control yourselves cos I still ain't finished, but soon my friends, sooon.

The thigh machine

Tonight I am going to the gym for the third this year! (three times more than the whole of last year) and I just hope that in 3 days I will be able to move.

On Friday I went to the gym. I did some stuff on the bike, then on the rowing machine (get the cardiovascular out of the way - check me out with my gym knowledge) and then some of the "muscle machines" (yeh so this is as far as my gym knowledge goes, unfortunately I'm not familiar with the correct terminology). This was all going well until I came accross the "thigh machine". Not to be deterred I had a go, and it hurt a little bit at the time but hey, pain is good, no pain no gain, they say. So I continued, my friend encouraging me, telling me that the "thigh machine" is good for working the muscles used when having sex.

Well, you'd think I'd never had sex in my life with the complete lack of muscles that I have down there. No pain no gain can sod right off. Not one, not two, but three days later I was still in extreme agony unable to walk, sit or sleep. I had sex perfectly well before ever using the "thigh machine" and if anything the "thigh machine" has in fact impeded my abilities in the bedroom department.

Safe to say I will not be venturing near the thigh machine again. ever.

Why?

Sometime last week I decided that I would chat to one of the freelance guys that comes into the office. Even though he comes by several times a week, I have never actually spoken to him until now.

For some strange reason I thought he was Scottish, until I spoke to him, (still thinking he was Scottish) and found out he was actually Irish.

Now I have a little crush.

Why could that be?

An update

So I emailed Ireland to find out whether he had in fact been in Barcelona at the weekend.

The answer was that he had. Followed by a "see you in 2 weeks".

And I know I said it saved me hassle with Loco blah blah, but the truth is now I'm smarting and my feelings are a little bit hurt.

Women. sigh.

Nothing to declare

First off - this post is going to be a let down. After such a big buildup - I have no news.

Despite turning my phone onto silent and hiding it, I didn't hear from Ireland. I considered texting to find out if he had indeed made it to Barcelona but changed my mind and will probably send him an email. Now, although this is a big relief in some ways, if he has been in Barcelona this weekend and decided not to call me I am gonna feel a little bit offended. But then he is coming back in a couple of weeks anyway.

I think it's for the best he wasn't around cos I was feeling quite down on Friday, even Loco noticed and decided to cheer me up by taking me out for a fancy pants dinner - that was nice. Although I did cry in the restaurant - don't ask. So I wasn't really in a mood for socialising.

I also wonder if when Ireland called me to tell me he was coming, if I was a little bit off with him. I mean, the call came out of the blue and I was at work at the time. I can hear my imagination whirring away as I type this.

In any case, I shall find out and keep you and myself informed!

In other news, snow is covering pretty much the whole of Spain. Metres of it! Apart from here in Barcelona, where it is nice and sunny and I don't even need to wear my bobble hat anymore. I want snow!

So I switched template over to the new blogger.. and lost all my links etc etc

Not to fret, after a few hours of html fiddling it looks the way I want it to, sort of.

Not being in the best of moods today I am gonna cut this entry short right here.

Tit tat

One day to go until Ireland gets here.. Still haven't decided what I'm going to do about that although it seems clear that I can't tell Loco today that Ireland is coming tomorrow. Hmm. I've even taken to keeping my phone on silent around Loco so scared am I that Ireland should ring me while in his presence. Yes I am a fool, I know.

I know I harp on about the weather sometimes, but oh my, the temperatures here just dropped. It is bloody freezing. After a couple of weeks where we were back to beach weather having to wear my ski coat does not please me!

Anyway, this blogging lark is gonna get me fired so I'm off to do some work.

Luck of the Irish

So Ireland is coming this weekend.

I still haven't told Loco and I'm not really sure how I'm going to get around this one. My little brain is whirring ten to the dozen to think of a cunning plan where I get to hang out with Ireland yet not send Loco into a jealous rage.

It's a tricky one even for me. Don't ask me what happened but I find it very difficult to lie to Loco and I have tried! The little white lie here and there,

Him "Have you eaten any chocolate today?"

Me "Me? me? no, why would I eat chocolate? I don't even like chocolate that much. Ten empty wrappers in the bin you say? Chocolate smears around my mouth? How very peculiar."

But he just sees right through it. Hell, I even feel like I'm lying when I'm telling the truth. If he accuses me of something I most definitely have not done, it doesn't matter, my face still turns red and this little nervous laugh starts. Terribly incriminating.

Plus I'm a teensy bit scared that when I see Ireland I'm gonna fancy him like crazy all over again. Not good when a) he lives in Ireland and b) he has a gf. Oh and C) I have a bf.

So, en fin, what to do?

I am considering about wating until he come over with his gf as Loco can't get very mad about that plus Loco is conveniently away on business. But another little part of me says, "Fuck it, Ireland is my friend as well as my ex-lover that I was just a teensy weensy little bit in love with, I should be able to hang out with him without fearing repurcussions."

But then again I think that I get very jealous when Loco speaks to his ex, but then they were together for SEVEN years.

AGGGGH. I drive myself mad.

Moving..

For the last few weeks Loco and I have been discussing moving in together.

I know it is a big decision to make so quickly into a relationship but it just feels right. Previous bfs that have even tried to broach this subject, have left me with a sense of panic so great that I would apply for jobs in Japan rather than ever have to become part of a domesticated couple. Bleugh!

"Well, I've applied for a job in Japan with immediate start so better to break it off here rather than face the horrors of a long distance relationship dontcha think!"

This once backfired when bf at the time decided that he too would apply for a job in Japan.

Anyway, now I want to do it, so this poses some questions:

Should we rent a flat in Barcelona or instead move directly to the apartment Loco already owns?

Moving straight to said apartment seems like the most sensible idea as rent-money can be used to pay off mortgage and renovate apartment.

So the apartment needs renovating?

Yes, new kitchen, bathroom, floors, doors, walls the lot.

Hmm. Seems like a lot of work.

Yes it does, add to this I have yet to even see apartment and I start to feel a bit scared. Loco estimates that the work would take about a year to complete (I'm in Spain remember).

So where would you live in the meantime?

Well obviously paying rent and a mortgage at the same time is out of the question, so Loco's suggestion is that we live with his parents. Gulp. Don't get me wrong - His parents are awesome. The best suegros ever. But living with them for a year?? Things might get difficult. My idea is to live in while the renovations are completed. Staying with his parents as and when needed (when bathroom is fitted etc). Loco doesn't like my idea.

Hmm. Not an ideal arrangement. Any other downsides?

Er, yes, the fact the apartment (and his parents house) aren't in Barcelona itself. They're in the pueblo, about a 15 minute drive on a good day, 1 and a half hours at 08:30 going to work time.

And here's the nutcracker. Loco bought the apartment from his ex-gf's parents and I'm not sure if I like the idea of us living together is his ex gf's house. Maybe I'm overreacting, but I just find it a little peculiar.

So - what ya gonna do?

Probably move to the apartment. Loco managed to buy just before house prices boomed so mortgage is incredibly low (for here), which means that we'll more than likely be able to afford a second property in the not so distant future. Maybe a nice little apartment by the beach :)

Hopefully I can sway him on the living in while renovations are being done option.

Anyway first things first, the current tenant has to find a new place to live and then we'll talk.

An Interview

In other news, I have done my very first interview! (Apart from the time I was drunkenly interviewed by a Dutch/Swedish/Northern-European TV Crew that shone a very bright light in my face in the middle of Danzatoria)

Check it out here!

What have I been doing?

Throughout the year I have written various different tales about what I'd been up to and with who but I just never got round to publishing them.. I am currently in the process of editing and publishing so that my blog becomes somewhat more coherent. I hope.

Please bear with me, normal services will resume shortly :)

Yay!

I forgot to mention (my bad) my first 2 comments :)

Thanks very much! It pleased me.

A surprise

So, who decided to text me the other day. No, not fucking beardman (who coincidentally did, again, over christmas. Idiot)

Ireland! :)

He's coming to visit. Eek! Loco wasn't happy. I've had to explain to him about Ireland when he texted me one day. He is now at the top of Loco's list of worries seeing as we only stopped seeing each other when he moved back to Ireland and if he hadn't we might still be seeing each other blah blah blah... All true, but the fact is, he doesn't still live here and now I'm with Loco. And I love Loco and wouldn't want to spoil that by being a bad girl.

Anyway, I ignored his text - I didn't know what to say! Then a couple of days later I got another saying that he has now booked his flights for him and his bird to come over.. Well then. That sort of placated Loco and it means that I should be able to see Ireland now without too many problems.

Until - Ireland calls me to say he is in fact coming over before he comes over with his bird, for a weekend with his work colleagues. Eek.

Now what do I do....

2006 - A summary

A little late, but then you know what they say, better late than never!

Highlight: Meeting Loco. Kaiser Chiefs Concert. Ski Weekend!

Lowlight: January was definitely a low for me in Barcelona, so many friends had moved on and I felt very sad.

Holidays: Nothing worthy of mention. Stayed in Spain - visited Andalucia, Valencia and other bits of Cataluña

Number: 8

Boyfriends: 1 - Loco :)

Flings: 2

One Nighters: 5 - very hussy like. bad me.

New friends: One or Two but not as many as I would like

Jobs: Same one as ever

New skills: A little belly dancing

Another year in Barcelona...

Fashions

The infamously low Spanish wages mean that living here I cannot treat myself to as many nice new clothes, shoes and bags as I feel I deserve. However, I decided to allow myself some new things as I have practically worn out my current selection of clothes and am in desperate need of some new togs.

Sod's law means that the one time I wish to purchase something, I cannot find anything! So instead of a nice new coat, some jumpers, a pair of boots and perhaps some jeans I come away with absolutely buggar all.

This makes me mad.

Is it perhaps because there is a shortage of clothing in Barcelona? No, there is no such shortage. Why then is it that a girl who wants to shop and has her credit card at the ready purchases nothing, nada, zip??

Well the reason is simply that I just hated and despised everything I saw in the shops. This season's clothes actually offend my eyes. I can only sum up as sparkly, shiny legging shorts. Aggh! bleugh! Take them away!

Leggings?? One word - WHY?
Shorts?? IT'S WINTER!
Shiny pink puffa jackets? - words fail me

As I walk around the shops, loco in tow, muttering away to myself "no. no. no. no. repulsive. no. mmmaybe but no... fashion these days.. grr ." a little thought passes through my head.. i push it away.. and it comes back..

I seem to vaguely remember my grandmother saying the exact same thing not so long ago. Waaaa! Another sign of my getting old! I don't even like fashion anymore. Even Loco remarked that all of the things I looked at were for old ladies :(

However, I did see one coat I liked, one coat I fell in love with, but with a price tag of 378 Euros it may just have to stay in my dreams..

2007 - My first post

Happy New Year!

I am back from the festive break and back to work, boo!

To be honest, I could have posted all through the holidays, sitting around at home with nothing to do but eat, drink and be merry but I was just extrodinarily lazy.

So to sum up my holidays:

Traditional Christmas Eve Night of Boozing: Poor - so hung over from 2 nights before was unable to face alcohol. Best friend has allergic reaction to lipgloss.. also unable to drink. Most people had gone out on Saturday so places were very quiet and boring. Traditional nightclub that produces fake snow was even more full of chavs than usual. My favourite kebab server at my favourite kebab place has upped sticks and moved to London. Home at 1:30

Presents from Santa: Good. Many and varied. My favourite being a zip up top which I bought for my brother but it didn't fit him so I kept it for myself.

Visit to UK by Loco: Good. He behaved well, I took him to London, we posed for photos in front of Buckingham Palace, Big Ben etc etc Also indulged in english beer, fish and chips, cold trukey and stuffing.

New Year: Fair to Middling- stayed in home town -bad. Went to club that played a whole array of music from 60's to rnb and indie - good. Friend who I went with has been recently chucked by her bloke, so depressed and upon seeing ex-bloke's best mate wanted to leave - bad.

New Year's Day - BAD. Went for breakfast with ex and old friends. Have only seen ex once since we broke up 3/4 years ago. Was bad idea.. all old feelings of rejection and hurt came back. Return to Barcelona - Good. Loco's parents came to pick me up from airport as he was away. Am fed and watered and pampered like any little princess should be.

Reyes - V. good (in Spain the three kings bring your presents on 6th January not F. Xmas) I went to see the parade, managed to catch some flying sweets, ate nice food. Nice presents from Loco's family. Loco could do better on present buying front - must train him. Played on Singstar and Buzz all weekend.

I am a copycat

1. What did you do in 2006 that you’d never done before?

I tasted marujana butter

I tried belly dancing

I stood in waist high snow

Sang karaoke in public

Had an orgasm from oral sex

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

Give up smoking - check

Don't drink so much - check

Give up caffeine - I cut down

Give up mcdonalds - I think I went 2 or 3 times

Stick to the 5 date rule - hmm.

My new ones

Go to the gym - or at least cancel the registration!

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No. I don't know anyone who's had a baby

4. Did anyone close to you die?

No. And I'm glad.

5. What countries did you visit?

UK and Spain. Boooring.

6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?

A pay rise. To be in credit. A nice place to live. A new coat. A driving license

7. What dates from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
3rd June - The day Loco and I first kissed

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Falling in love - properly.

9. What was your biggest failure?

Not getting the job I wanted.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

Yes - I felt shitty for the first half of the year and had various tests only to show that there is nothing wrong with me. I'm feeling better now - must've been the fags and booze.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

A portable hardrive.. random but true

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Mine?

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

V's - fucking bitch. (bitter? me?)

14. Where did most of your money go?
Paying off credit cards :(

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Christmas! Loco's Birthday

16. What song will always remind you of 2006?

Besos - Canto del Loco (ha! just got how ironic that is)

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

a) happier or sadder?

Happier - Last January I was really low

b) thinner or fatter?

I would say the same - perhaps a touch on the porkier side

c) richer or poorer?

Poorer. Always poorer

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Saving.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Spending.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?

I think I'm doing this too late.. It's too early to say

21. Did you fall in love in 2006?

Yes - totally and utterly head over heels

22. How many one-night stands?

5 - no comment

23. What was your favourite TV programme?

Lost. Prison Break.

24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

Hate is a strong word. Am dissappointed in. and Yes I do.

25. What was the best book you read?

Life of Pi - (I was late reading it I KNOW)

26. What was your greatest musical discovery?

Panic at the Disco!

27. What did you want and get?

I wanted to be loved. I got it!

28. What did you want and not get?

a payrise. The job of my life

29. What was your favorite film of this year?

Volver

30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I spent a week celebrating culminating in a big party. I was 24.

31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

An exotic holiday to see new places and things

32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?

Null and Void. No money = no clothes. Fashions 2006 = bleugh.

33. What kept you sane?

My work colleague Maria, my friend Maisy and Loco.

34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Wentworth Miller (Prison Break)

35. What political issue stirred you the most?

Elections in Catalonia and the fact non-Spanish residents can't vote. grr.

36. Who did you miss?

Ireland. Roy.

37. Who was the best new person you met?

Loco! (what a surprise)

38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006.

Don't tell lies.

My last post ever.........................................NOT

One hour to go before I get to leave work and not return for three whole days :) I do like the part of the December bank holiday I am actually allowed to have.

Today it is even colder than yesterday, maybe it will snow after all and lots of happy little catalans can scurry up to the mountains for a cheeky bit of skiing. or not.

Speaking of Nots, I went to see Borat the other day with Loco. As much as I try to get Loco to enjoy some anglophonic humour, perhaps Borat was not a good place to start for a beginner. "Yo what up Vanilla face" doesn't really translate well in subtitled Spanish. I did find the film amusing although there were moments where my hands went over my eyes and I cringed in a "oh please god he cannot have just done that. oh he did. oh no" kind of way.

Loco thought it was funny in places but that in general he had crossed the line too many times. I was also unsure as to whether Pamela Anderson knew about it - I have now found out that she did - how much funnier it would have been if she didn't know.

Apparently the police were called a total of 91 times during the filming of Borat. It doesn't really surprise me to be honest.

Anyhoo happy holidays shoppers

Let it snow...

It's so cold! Winter looks like it has finally arrived in Barcelona, after months of abnormal warmness today it is cold and rainy and a bank holiday. Alas not for me, some of us unfortunate guiris are slaving away in offices, hotels and restaurants all over the peninsula while many Spaniards have also been given tomorrow off and have gone away for a few days.

Normally the December bank holiday sees Spaniards flocking to the hills (mountains) to start the ski season. This year there is no snow, all the ski resorts are closed, so many have headed for the coasts. A friend of mine who has gone abroad to France for the ski season informed me that he is also short of work due to lack of the white stuff. Poor little ski workers - what will they live off?

Last year in November I froze my little... ok medium-large.. bum off in November so this year I had my mum bring all of my ski gear over early only for it to lie unused in a box in my wardrobe.

I at least have Friday off and am as yet undecided whether to go somewhere with Loco for the weekend or hang about here. Hmm.

So things kind of came to a head last night with some shouting, crying, stamping of feet and long heaving sobs.

I told the loco one that his jealousy just couldn't be.. it causes arguments and stresses me out. And I don't like being stressed out.

So, he had a little think about that and we shall see how it goes.

Jealousy

This week has been fucking tiring.

Jealousy has been rearing its ugly head near non-stop all week.

Loco really has a problem. And it's not that I don't understand because I am incredibly jealous of his ex-gf that he was with for seven years. However this does not make up for his incessant jealousy of everyone and everything. He is even jealous of my work, and today I got into trouble for it - Long story.

I work bloody hard at my job only to have him make me look a fool in front of my boss.

It's starting to get me down.. sometimes I think, maybe this isn't working, better to stop this now than let it drag on. One of my friends is convinced that he is compulsively jealous and will never change and his behaviour show that he wants to control me.. which is kind of how I feel to at times.

Oh. I just don't know. I'm stressed and confused and cannot be arsed with it all.

Bring back nsa beardman.

Catalans. Argh!

At some point last week Loco informed me that we had been invited for lunch at the weekend at his ex-work colleague's house with some of his other colleagues.

"Ok" I said.

On Friday Loco informed me that his work colleagues might speak in Catalan.

"Hmm" I said


"But they probably won't" he added

"Hmmmm" I said.

On Saturday armed with the obligatory bottle of plonk, we set off for lunch in one of the many industrial polygonic urbanisations that around these parts they like to call "a village". The BBQ was lit and we milled around the garden waiting for everyone to turn up. I believe that during this period I exchanged a few words reagrding Prison Break with a colleague of Loco's that I had met once before and then that was it because

For the next 6 hours I sat and listened to everybody laughing and joking away in Catalan while I sat there like a lemon barely understanding a word.

Were these people unable to speak Spanish? No. The majority were of a spanish mother tongue and had spent some years living in Cataluña, yet knowing that there was a non-Catalan speaker they still chose to converse in Catalan for the whole time.


Did at any point anyone try to make any conversation with me? No they did not. Other than Loco who does not speak in Catalan but understands perfectly. However he didn't really get that for his one sentence spoken in Spanish there was 100 sentences that had been spoken in Catalan making up the rest of the conversation.

What did I do?

I quietly sat and raged. And daydreamed about smacking each and everyone of these uncivilised animals with a big long stick over the head. Especially one of Loco's uber-Catalan friends who, for some reason, just looking at him makes me seethe. I've only met him 3 times. I don't really know why I dislike him so much. It's just his face I think.

The we left.

The rest of the night was a write off. I was full of nervous energy and bored but my bad mood meant that I didn't actually want to do anything. Happy Days.

NEWSFLASH

I have worked out how to let the general public comment on my posts. Splendid!

Comment away my little love monkeys

A night of madness

Back in 2004, a friend and I were asked to help at a charity ball to be held at one of the fancy hotels in London. We readily agreed, donned our ball gowns and off we flounced.

On arrival we found that the organisers planned to shove all of the "helpers" in a little back room for the sit down meal, meaning that we would miss out on all the fun.. no chance.

With a little encouragement from the person who had asked us to help, we waited until the lights were lowered and everyone was at their tables to find a couple of empty spots that we could fill.

We spotted a half empty table at the edge of the room and made our way there. I earlier had spotted a couple of hot guys and was pleased to see them seated at our chosen table.. Fate or coincidence?

We were lucky enough to have quite an interesting mix of people, including a Del Boy type entrepreneur, an actress, an investment banker (one of the hot guys) and a up and coming film producer - his reason for attending being that he was auctioning a walk on role in his new movie.

We got quite drunk at dinner and moved onto the dance floor to tear it up with our c-razy moves. My friend decided she would buy a round of shots for everyone forgetting that we were in a 5 star hotel and she was an impoverished student. I can still remember her face when the barman informed her that the price of each shot was 8 stirling pounds.

The ball started winding down and Del Boy asked us if we would like to accompany him to his nightclub. Well, yes we would, so off we all went to this famous nightclub in the center of London
which Del Boy claimed to have just purchased. I still am unsure as to whether this was a fabrication or beding of the truth but I was happy enough to believe it for the night and supped my VIP vodka quite contentedly.

At this point my friend decided that she quite fancied the film producer that I had spent some time making eyes at but not one to let bros come before hos I let her at him. Only that she decided to tell him about her boyfriend. And he gave her the edge. Leaving me to continue making eyes.

At some ridiculous hour of the morning the club closed and the actress suggested that we go back to her house for an after party, which everyone seemed to agree was a good idea...

To be continued

Torremolinos Prostitute

Not a penny, or should it be cent in this case.

5 tickets and I only manage one lousy number meanwhile Loco picks up a tenner.

In other news - I have been googled! Well.. not really.. unless Torremolinos Prositute counts.

:P

Housemates. Grr

Went for lunch with my housemate Lily today and apparently my other housemate, Rafa, has been bitching about cleaning or lack of it..

This makes me mad. Firstly as Rafa is here to do a course which consists of 3 hours per week. Lily and I work 40 hour weeks. Rafa never leaves the house (or appears to never leave the house) so therefore spends 37 more hours than Lily and I per week. This gives him plenty of time to clean, admire his cleaning and then bitch that we haven't done any. He now thinks that Loco should also do cleaning (Loco also works 40 hour weeks). Needless to say Loco was pissed about this especially as Rafa has full access to Loco's playstation and games for the 37 extra hours that he is around on his own.

His other gripe was that I ignore him. Bullshit. When no one else is around he ignores me! Not a word comes out of his mouth. Idiot.

This weekend it's yet another Euromillions rollover and once again I am feeling lucky!

180 million euros.. just think of what you could do with that! My imagination has been running wild.

Today I plan to buy 5 tickets.

Fingers crossed.

I have officially become boring with my days and nights consisting of work, food, sex (if I'm lucky) and sleep.

I spend the weekends lunching with Loco's family and sleeping siesta and shun parties and drinking in favour of a movie or Prison Break..

Anyone reading this.. is there anyone? .. well whoever you are.. I know the tales were far more interesting when I was a semi-alcoholic nympho and I apologise for my utter lameness

Have I at the tender age of 24 become.. OLD?