Bring on the bad weather

I will bring a nice salad - cos I'm a girl and all. Sounds fun actually. And by the way ha ha ha to anyone who doesn't live in Brighton. Yez are all just jealous so narf narf. Off to the beach now. :o)

We are bloody lucky to live in Brighton!

We're all bloody lucky you live in Brighton. You really shouldn't feed me lines, I can't resist them. (grinning little face thing)

:o)

Nearly done, handed over keys this morning, am waiting for imminent arrival of 2MB Broadband at new home. But oh no! The TV aerial is shagged. How will I follow Big Brother now? Still, living in Brighton I can always go hang down the beach and watch the lovelies instead. I think an ABC Brighton Beach Barbeque burnt meat and booze evening is in order?

*rolls eyes* ;o)

I could bring the sausages...

What about the cream? ;o)

You can bring the cheese Smiley

If it makes you feel any better, I got rotten sunburned sitting in the garden.

English people are so dumb (no offence) with the sun; probably because you guys see so little of it. I'm surprised the skin cancer rates aren't higher than they are. The minute the sun comes out, one sees a bunch of pasty white half-naked people roasting themselves in the parks. The next day, one sees a bunch of badly burnt people gingerly mincing around on the streets. Having grown up in the Southwest US (where we have one of the highest skin cancer rates in the world), I'm a sunscreen nazi. Like Amex, I don't leave home without it.

I seem to remember some great advice when I was chatting about my overeating. Somebody said, 'Just quit the KFC, and get some exercise' or something similiar, and that our country had developed a victim culture, a sort of 'Poor me' when our feeling bad is of our own making. So, I could say, stop feeling sorry for yourself and be grateful for what you've got, make the most of the good bits - but that would just be cruel and innapropriate when someone's down, wouldn't it? (that was me pointing out that i do get riled by uneccessarily curt responses sometimes, but I'm not trying to start a war with anybody). So what I would say, instead, is that just imagine the huge glass of wine you could neck in your new place, and enjoy the endless ideas that will hit you for writing while your're doing it. There's nothing like packing and cleaning to get the memories flowing. Good luck with it. Moving house is a downer, even if you're moving somewhere really nice. I've done it 15 times in the last 8 years, and it can grate, that's for sure. (And also, you got your wish! It's pouring in Norwich.)

yes fergal ... you are quite right ... the compassionate response is not " get a grip you spoilt git ... some people dont even HAVE houses ..." ... that would be judgemental and insensitive and somewhat crass ... you'd never say a thing like that would you?

Funny you should say that Fish - Yesterday morning, sitting on the beach in Brighton in the wonderful sunshine, thinking just how fed up I was and musing that if I could win the lottery how life would be so bloody wonderful - you know what struck me? I have already won the lottery billions of times over. Just being here for a start is a a trillion trillion trillion to one shot. And compared to most people in this fucked up world, I live an idyllic, charmed life of selfish self-absorbed indulgence. But everything is relative - and as yet, my brain hasn't caught on to these pertinant facts - the shitty bastard, So I'm blaming this useless organ on my low mood at the mo. But rightly chastened, yes.

'I have already won the lottery billions of times over.' Could I have a couple of k, then?

I think I was talking about the metaphysical lottery of existence, heh - but if I ever do win the lottery, I'm keeping the lot so I can buy an island and compete in Enzo's competition (see his 'And That's What An Owl Would Do').

Hmm... 'the metaphysical lottery of existence', eh? Sounds like a Nigerian email scam to me.

and lo, the lesson is if clean your oven more often you dirty git, then you wouldnt have had to slave *quite* so much when you couldve been lolling on a lilo by a pool. Like I was. And yes, my oven (and behind it) is clean. *polishes halo *