Archive for August, 2006

Younger siblings ‘more amusing’

This is very true in my family. Little brother is the class clown and is one of those people who can walk into a room full of strangers and charm the lot of them before Mere Mortals like myself have finished taking off our coats. It’s great when you’re going to a party with him but a bit crap when, on his first day at your secondary school, he’s met more people by lunchtime than you have in the entire time you’ve been there.

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Apologies for lack of updates…

…but I’ve been ill.

I ate a dodgy takeaway and spent most of last week waiting to die. Never felt so bad in my life. Happily feeling a lot better now and will be back at work tomorrow. Got dressed today for the first time since being ill and it’s amazing what putting on proper clothes instead of what are now a very smelly pair of pyjamas will do for your psychological well being.

Other good news is that Fuzzy Wabbit and Top Cat have finally admitted what Cookie Monster says she knew all along and Bag Puss has been in denial about — and have copped off! So being so ill was actually a good thing. I think. A silver lining anyway.

I woke TC up on Wednesday night as I crashed my way to the bathroom and he stayed up with me all night and took Thursday and Friday off work to look after me. I don’t remember much about it, although CM and BP assure me that he was a perfect gentleman and while he cleaned the bathroom after me, he left them to, erm, clean me… Happily I don’t remember that either, but CM and BP tell me that I owe them months and months of goodwill and drinkies to make up for it. /blush

Anyway, by Sunday evening I was recovered enough to have The Talk with my puke-and-other-unmentionables-cleaning-saviour, though by the time I woke up yesterday he’d gone to work and I had to wait until he got home to get him to reassure me that I hadn’t in fact been delerious and that The Talk was not a product of my imagination.

It’s taken us years and years to get to this point. It nearly happened in the summer of my first year at uni when CM and I went to stay with BP at her parents’ house in Yorkshire but one thing sadly did not lead to another, but it’s happened now and I am very happy 🙂 Especially as I’m feeling better but not at work so am curled up on the sofa listening to the radio and my head has stopped pounding whenver I so much as look at my computer which means I can go online. And CM made me yummy chicken soup for lunch which I am waiting until my normal lunch hour to devour. I spoke to work and the agency this morning and reassured them that I am alive and will be back at my desk tomorrow. Work were lovely and I’m suddenly looking forward to going back, which is most unexpected. Maybe they’re not so bad after all.

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Introductions

I think I’ve already said that my fat mates don’t want to be identified on my blog so we’ve come up with some pseudonyms.

In a unanimous vote, everyone decided that I am Fuzzy Wabbit.

This is me:

Fuzzy Wabbit

In my first year at uni, I shared a corridor with Cookie Monster and Bagpuss. We’ve lived together ever since.

This is Cookie Monster:

Cookie Monster

And this is Bagpuss:

Bagpuss

We also live with Bagpuss’s older brother, Top Cat. He moved to London a few years ago but his best mate has just bought a house with his girlfriend so he decided to slum it with us newcomers for a bit. He likes bossing us all about though to be fair to him, he’s a great cook, does his fair share of the housework and knows all the best places to go out.

Top Cat

And that’s us.

I should also introduce my dad and my little brother.

Dad’s a teacher and last summer me and my bro decided he reminded us of Professor Flitwick from Harry Potter as he’s only ickle!

Professor Flitwick

And then there’s my little brother. He’s the class clown:

Clown

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Listed on bloggers4labour!

Oooh, how exciting. My request to be listed on the bloggers4Labour site has been granted!

Mind you, I’m now a bit nervous as I thought it would take a few days to be listed and I thought I would have a bit of time to write a proper political post before then.

I have started one but it’s the first time I’ve ever put my thoughts on politics down on paper. I joined the Labour Party when I was at school because my family have always been Labour. For one reason or another, I never got involved when I lived at home and being at university was too much fun to get involved in politics. So there might be a bit of a delay before my first political post. It’s going to be a bit of an analysis about why I’m a member of the Labour party…

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Other bloggers

I’ve been going through the Bloggers4Labour list and most of the bloggers seem quite scary. Not in a nasty aggressive sort of a way, but it terms of what they know. The arguments in some of the comments are really quite full on.

But not all of them seem so rah and I’ve decided to link the The Wonderful World of Lola as she likes Eastenders, the West Wing, shopping and food which are all favourite subjects of mine too! Though we haven’t got a tele so I haven’t watched Enders (or any tele at all!) since leaving uni in June.

We’re just lazy, I think and it’s been so nice that we’d rather spend our evenings in the beer garden of our local pub. We’ve met far more people that way than it we’d stayed in watching TV!

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Welcome to my blog

Hi everyone (anyone?!) and welcome to my blog.

I used to run a blogspot blog but it kind of died a death and I forgot my password and never really thought about it again until I stumbled across the Bloggers 4 Labour website this morning and thought “I’d like to do that”.

So here I am, trying out wordpress at my cousin’s recommendation. She’s a teacher and won’t let me link to her blog in case anyone discovers her true identity… A Maths teacher by day, a blogger by night.

Anyway, this isn’t about her, it’s about me.

Not that there’s much to tell. I graduated this summer with a 2.1 (yay for me!) and I now live with my two best friends and of their brothers in a horrible flat in east London. The rent is high and the standards are low.

Much to my father’s disgust, I haven’t yet found my job/career of choice and I’m resisting his suggestions of going into teaching myself. It’s kind of a family thing. He’s a teacher, my mum was a teacher, my cousin, her husband and her parents are teachers and my baby brother is talking about becoming a teacher. So I’m temping at the moment to pay the bills and hoping that my Big Break will come along soon. Trouble is, I don’t know what I want to do!!!

So that’s me. I’m Amy, I’m 21 years old, I’ve got a degree and I’m career-less. I’m also single (boooo). Oh, and I’m a member of the Labour party, though I’ve never been to a single meeting. I never even got round to joining Labour students!

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