And so...already...the fear and paranoia have crept in. The number of my friends who have actually read this blog / may continue to read this blog, has taken me by surprise. All of those people who have belittled me in the past for apparently spending an 'inordinate' amount of time on Bookface clearly spend a significant amount of time on there too since, within minutes of last week's blog being posted, the abusive emails / wall-posts were pouring in. Suddenly I am panicking about what my blog 'says' about me...I mean...I read books...I speak French...I go to a freakin' pottery class....I am a seriously serious high-brow person.
So anyway...who's been watching the X-Factor.......? Go Danyl!! Whoop!!
Following my unceremonious dumping by the (very lovely) pitiful fool last week, I have reverted to stalking Bookshop Man again. For those of you unfamiliar with my ‘love life’, “Bookshop Man” (apologies for the Bridget-Jones-style name…but that’s how women talk) has been the object of my affections for about a year. The owner of my local bookshop, BM is blessed with a visit from me approximately once a week. And in spite of my having to take out an additional overdraft in order to pay for the small library I have collated, he has not asked me out yet. Every week, we enter into long conversations about the state of the weather, the price of fish and the strength of the pound. He is charming and helpful and has even started enquiring about the books that I buy and whether or not I enjoyed whatever 5000-page tome I purchased the week before. This is not ideal since, whilst I get through more books than say Nathan Asare, I am not Jonny-5 and cannot quite fit the entire works of Charles Dickens into my meagre lunch break. I suppose I could ask HIM out. But that would be embarrassing.
In case you were wondering. I still haven’t resolved the whole ‘white outfit’ issue for Friday night. If anyone has a dress they’d like to lend me, I’d be eternally grateful (I knew this blog would come in handy…). Nathan is planning on wearing a toga, or just his pants, and is encouraging me to do the same. Spare me. And yourselves.
By the way...if you're at all confused by the seemingly haphazard manner in which my 'weekly' blabberings are being posted, blame Nathan, who is in charge of putting them up for me and struggles to count to 7... I haven't been given my own login to the Urban Elite website, presumably for fear of my habit of 'drinking-and-dialling' / 'Tequila-and-texting' being upscaled to 'Boozing-then-blogging'. That or they think I might start adding my own exercise tips to Gav's Health & Fitness page ('left hand red ...left foot red...right hand red...right foot...blue...). Either way, it's probably sensible to leave the uploading to someone with a little bit of self-control.
Stuff I liked this week
Vote for Dan the Man without paying The Man: http://www.moneysavingexpert.com/deals/free-x-factor-votes
Check out the ‘video’ section and see if you spot any familiar faces: http://www.lhi.org.uk/projects_directory/projects_by_region/london_area/wandsworth/steadfast_in_the_past_and_sure_of_the_future/index.html
Wibbletastic: http://www.jellymongers.co.uk/about.html
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