‘Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana‘ – Anthony G Oettinger
I finally listened to the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack yesterday. It has only taken me 19 months. It was one of Mum and I favourite film. I couldn’t and more importantly didn’t want to listen to it without her by my side.
When I lived at home and It was just the two of us Mum and I would get supplies [ mainly chocolate ] , sit down or rather jump around, totally immersing ourselves in the film and it’s characters. We would replay the elevator scene over and over … the one where we are first introduced to Frank N Furter. Its simply amazing. Tim Curry is the only bloke I’ve officially ever found attractive in a corset, 6 inch heels and bright red lipstick
When I mention period pants … you probably like me think of your selection of ‘past their best knickers‘ that you save souly for wearing during your period. If you have an ‘accident’ it’ll not matter too much … they are pretty manky already.
Today I’m going to introduce you to WUKA period wear, which stands for Wake Up Kick Ass . Founded by environmental scientist Ruby Raut this underwear replaces the need for sanitary towels and tampons. It is eco-friendly which in this day and age can never be a bad thing.
BUT firstly I guess you’ll need to know about my current period status. Let’s just say they are sent from hell. I’m so heavy it is ridiculous … I go through 2 boxes of Super Plus Tampons every period and at the moment they are only about 14 days apart. Bloody Peri-Menopause ! I generally have to get up once or twice in the night to change . It’s no wonder I look so pale all the time; I’m knackered and have no blood in my body.
Sheffield has recently had an influx of new cool places to hang out . We have always been a bit behind the rest of our neighbours Manchester and Leeds so it’s good to see us catching up. At last. Though saying that our Christmas market is seriously lacking !
Last week I, along with a few other lovely bloggers friends , were invited along to The Library Cafe and Restaurant to experience their weekly Jazz Night ‘Jazz on the Cliff’ which is held every Thursday evening.
Before we start can I just say it’s not big and it’s not clever to drink and get drunk … but let’s be fair it is bloody good fun!
I can remember my first experience with alcohol like it was yesterday …[ not including the Baby Cham mum used to let us have on special occasions and the glass of Sherry I had with my Grandad on Christmas Eve ] … it was actually 30-odd years ago!
Let me take you back. It was my first and only Jamboree [Brownie/ Guide/ Scout Camp] over in Luxemburg. I was only 13 ; I guess Mum and Dad thought I was in safe hands.
On our first night of freedom my friend Jackie [ lived next door but one, year older than me, pretty, big boobs, all the boys loved her] and I bought a bottle of Advocaat each . Luckily Jackie looked older than her years and like I said – boobs. She got served.
Advocaat was thick and creamy like custard and I remember I didn’t really enjoy the taste. We hid in a bush just off camp and necked it all. Let’s just say half an hour later I had literally turned green and began throwing up. I was sent to bed … the Camp Leaders believing I had picked a bug up while travelling. [Face of an angel me …far too sweet and innocent to even consider I had been drinking ] Continue reading
It suddenly dawned on me today that I am 48 in a-round-about a month [15th December if you’re contemplating sending a card] … or as the BF keeps reminding me – You are 50 in 2 years!
Firstly how the bloody hell did that happen; it only seems two minutes since my 40th which I celebrated in some style if I say so myself. I can party hard when I set my mind to it. I love nothing better than letting loose and having a good time. My celebrations dragged out over a whole 3 weeks and included amongst lots of other things a weekend in Manchester with the girls, The Kings Of Lyon at Sheffield Arena, lots of family and work meals / nights out. Lots and lots of champagne and cake.
Well you are only 40 once…
I thought it might be fun today to list ‘47 things I’ve learnt in my 47 years’… some serious, some silly … If I can muster that many up that is.
I’m older but definitely [when it comes to somethings] not wiser. I still feel like a child at times and I’m constantly evolving… which for some bizarre reason makes me sound like a chuffing monkey.
So here goes …