Balls

•July 7, 2010 • 1 Comment

Been a while… So right back into the swing of things with sport. Now you would have had to have lived under a stone, or maybe the Big Brother House (anyone still watching that?) for the last 5 weeks not to have realised there has been a lot of sport going on in the world at the moment. Something called the World Cup has been occurring and my understanding is that our own sweet nation, England, has not done very well. I end here as I am not an expert on this topic, although I sometimes like to pretend I am,  so I do not want to put anyones back up by saying silly things – but come on the great nation of Luxemburg for the trophy! This has had such an impact on our daily life that even a family gathering back at the parents in the country was cut short to watch a game (England v Germany for anyone interested) during this time I was able to catch up on the events of Katie Price and thing-a-me-bob, good times…

Now something that I have a passion for in the sport world has just ended with a little spanish guy lifting up the trophy, that’s right Wimbledon, the great english sporting event where strawberries and cream are washing down with Pimms, while the players dressed all in white, grunt and moan (and that’s just the women) around the court. Yes the scoring makes no sense (how does it jump from 15 to 30 to 40??) but the spectacle is amazing, and far more interesting to watch then any other sport as far as I’m concerned… Apart from maybe rugby… No correlation there I know…

So what has now become a yearly tradition for myself is a trip to the Wimbles with my dear Pamela from the country. ANd thsi year was no different as we partook in a day at Wimbledon to experience the sights and sounds of it all. A 6am start, followed by  4.5 hours of queuing is all worth it! This year we were joined by some of my family… The brother, Alex, his partner, Darren and his parents, Chaz and Angela. Needless to say they brought a bit of reality to the proceedings, with their cheese and onion sandwiches, northern talk of flat caps and whippets and disbelief at the prices that the big city of London can entail. Now I’m not winning any friends with this, but they know I love them all dearly so I feel I can get away with it! And then lo and behold  another friend, Karen, turns up on Henman Hill / Murray Mount / Robson Ridge to partake in a beverage while watching Federer win a match… It was all exciting stuff, papping Lindsay Davenport, the Williams Sisters and watching doubles matches for people who we kinda recognised but ultimately had no idea who they were… What a day…

Of course after that the real world caught up with me and I proceeded to miss all the big tennis games on the tv, though I was the score keeper in the office, watching with anticipation as the scoreboard change from 15 to 30 after 10 minutes… Exciting stuff! I must point out I was also doiung tehd ay job at the same time (in case the boss reads this…) 

So where do we go now with sport? The World Cup is winding up as we speak, Spain and Germany are fighting it out as I type away. We have a few cyclists over in France fighting over a yellow jumper… The domestic football starts up again in but a few weeks, and now we have to wait another 4 years until the next opportunity comes along for us to attempt the impossible yet again… But we do have the Olympics to look forward to now. 2o12 will be our year, and with Boris Johnson leading the way (if he has his way that is) we will make it a games to remember… for all the wrong reasons…

beauty on the fire…

•June 20, 2010 • Leave a Comment

What constitutes beauty in the modern age? I’m asking out of curiousness as I for some strange reason entered a modelling competition and am already questioning what makes someone look attractive and someone dog-rough… Beauty is in the eye on the beholder, but there must be some signs and rules which we can all follow so that we all at least look half decent to the fairer sex (ladies and gents I will leave it for you to decide which is the fairer sex…) Obviously we can wrap the package up in a delectable array of clours and layers, hiding what we want to hide and showing off what we like about ourselves… This does have a limited success and if you happen to walk down an Essex street on a saturday night you may not like all that you see, or you might (I will not pass judgement on anyone one there). But what exactly is it that turns some people on and off within another person??

I’ve always liked to think that I have the ability to judge people on not what they look like on the outside but by whats going on in the head, this has had levels of varying success… Some people I can gel with and become lifetime friends with. Some have a rocky start but then we get to the good part and never leave. With others its starts off well but then can quickly sour for the simple fact that some people you just can’t read until it gets to the point where whichever way you turn, it ain’t good. Me being me I go immediately by the eyes of a person, I can’t explain why… I just glue onto them and if they are nice in whatever shape or form they have I will make an instance decision on that person. That’s not to say I have an ability to know a person just by their eyes, but I have a thing that if a person looks you in the eye and can hold that look, you know that you can get along with them. I’m not talking about romantically or sexually… I have the same theory with some of my closest friends and there is no funny business there. You can tell alot about someone by their eyes (I won’t say what because where is the fun in that) but they are “the doors to the soul”. Now that doesn’t mean that I do not do the classic looking someone up and down before hand (I am only human after all) but I try to actually be one of those people who can get on with all. I know there are people out there who for some strange reason are “size-ist”, “sexist”, “heightist” (hell if my friends were like that I would have a really small group of friends I tell thee) but not I – this is sounding like a political braodcast.

But that doesn’t answer my question does it? What makes a person beautiful to one person but not to another? In fairness this confusion over attractiveness does make a few things simpler in day to day life, as we are not all fighting over the same gal or boyo all the time, but it is very bizarre to actually think about it for just one second… Beauty is clearly something that is in the eye of the beholder… No question about it… If it weren’t that the human race would be completely screwed…

Now… back to me… So I’ve done this silly thing and entered a modelling competition (for any eager voters out there, head to the Next page on Facebook, look me up – I’m not down as Rupes but sadly the full name of Rupert – have a gander and if you like what you see click vot for me) Shameless plug I know but I do not care, I’d like to think I can get at least half a dozen votes… If not 7 will do…

Now I have not done this with some strange belief that I am the most attractive person out there… I’ve been to the Abercombie and Fitch store, so am not under that illusion whatsoever… But you know I’d like to think I have an alright looking, if slightly sqwiffy, face with a cheeky grin (at the tender age of 24 I still have all my teeth) and a half decent taste in clothing arrangements… I’m no Brad Pitt, but I don’t actually think it is all about the chiselled chest and the 6 pack. I mean yes those things can be quite nice, but surely it is the whole package that people look at, is it not??

This is turning into a strange entry into my ramblings, so a curve ball… Sport. Frankly youhave had to holidayed on the Moon for the past couple of weeks not to have realised that a 4 week extravaganza of football is taking place right now down in the south of Africa. So far England have not lived up to the hype, but then if I’m honest have any of the other teams? Its all a little bit slap-dash at the moment (cue football experts to tell me to shut up… And I will) In fact I think those horns have got more press then the football thus far… But this week is the start of 2 of my favourite-ist (good english there Rupes) weeks of the year… Wimbledon. I shall be there soaking up the sun, drinking pimms, eating strawberries and enjoying the tennis momentarily… I canne wait I tell you… Turning the corner to bump into Roger Federer last year was a sheer delight… heres hoping to more of the same this year!! I shall report back my findings next time…

Festival…

•June 12, 2010 • 1 Comment

Summers over… It’s official, we in Britain have had our summer… It was that weekend a few weeks back, where all the girls and boys of this fair land showed far too much flesh and regretted it the next day when shoulders, legs, arms, bellies were as red as a British Telephone box (which I would like to point out is a dying breed – for some reason they are black in London, well Islington at least…) So with the end of our summer we have a season of festivals to look forward to. And as everyone out there should know this is something that we brits are quite good at having, and something we embrace with arms wide open. Not only is it an excuse to see hundreds of bands in one place over the course of 3/4 days, but its the perfect excuse to dust down those welly boots which we all have somewhere in the house and accessorise them with shiny new fashionable things fit for that dirty queen, in all of us, who lives in a field for 3 days. Ah yes the blessings we have in this country. Bet your bottom dollar that during the course of a festival the skies will open and that wet stuff will come pouring down (unless your one of those unfortunate few who gets showered with that beer someone will throw into the crowd… the main thing is you have to look good while facing it!) But the rain, or beer, does not dampen our spirits as our cravings continue!

The festivals have kicked off in earnest this weekend with a little thing going down on the Isle of Wight, that great beacon for festival goers… And will continue with V, Download, Global Gathering, Lovebox, Reading, Leeds and the daddy of them all Glastonbury. All this brings up the pivotal question: What to wear at said festivals that can remain in good form for a number of days? – remember there are no all night launderettes in the middle of a field. As previously mentioned the welly boot is always a favourite at one of these events. Me in my naivity attended Lovebox last year wearing Cowboy boots as an alternative. A wise move, fashion wise, but by the end of the day my feet were screaming blue murder at me… But I have to say it was all worth it due to the number of comments I got (yes I am a self obsessed being, hello writing a blog here…)

What goes on above that is anyones guess. Ultimately the festival is a time where everyone can let their hair down and enjoy good music, beer, food all in the comfort of a massive field with tens of thousands of strangers. Add into the mix fun fair rides, the odd vintage clothing shop and the ever important porta-loo and you are on to a winner. The festival is a coming of age really. It is something that I would recommend to anyone, making sure they have booked a suitable amount of leave off around the dates – terrible time last year readjusting to work, so much so I came down with suspected swine-flu… Good times… But it is all in good clean fun!

The music is what people go to see, headliners such as Stevie Wonder, Muse and Gorillaz make a festival one which you will remember for years to follow. I even have a can of beer from a festival I went to last year, god knows why, but I know not to open it now! It is also an opportunity to see bands you may have never heard of before, but you will love for the rest of your life. Seeing Florence and the Machine last year before she hit the big time was a blessing, as well as jumping up and down to Groove Armada on a sunday night into the wee small hours. It is these things that you take home with you, that and a good proportion of mud from the fields…

So where to go now? Obviously invest in wet-wipes, dry shampoo (amazing stuff) and plenty of lynx deodorant (or Sure! Whatever is your personal poison) alcohol in a clear plastic bottle please, and remember the shades! You are nothing at a festival if you haven’t a pair of outrangeous shades! Then sit back and let the good times roll. Sing to your hearts content (ensuring everyone else is as well) and have a good old fashioned time! This is what makes the summer for me – that and Big Brother (boo, last series this year) and this tradition is one that shall continue for the foreseeable future!

summertime fashiontime

•May 29, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Those warm, effervescent, scintillating rays have suddenly pierced through those iron clad, fluffy constructions in the sky and we in London, nee the whole of the United Kingdom, have encountered our first true taste of summer… And it was good… Yes that is right people out there who make the effort to read this, could we be uttering those words which scar us so much… Could summer finally be here?? As I write this and the rain is pouring down onto the poorly constructed conservatory outside my window, and slowly but surely leaking through my window, I think I may have uttered these words too soon, but hey I like to live dangerously…

So after spending last weekend out in the sun and burning only slightly I then proceeded to fall ill with a stinking cold, which has meant I have spent the last 2 days in bed, in a cacoon of germs and dirty plates and bowls from a simple diet of toast and cereal… Bedsores may be on the horizon for me, but before that happens I feel it only proper to ramble on again about nothing really… The ulterior motive for all of this is to also type away until the sun creeps out from behind the grey blobs in the sky so I can at least feel half decent when I step outside of the house this afternoon…

So summer… That precious week we celebrate in England around this time of year. Its a ruital that includes badly cooked chipolatas on that 2 pound BBQ from the corner shop, embarrassing burn marks on random body parts, dehydration from too much alcohol being consumed in the park and a 99 from the lcoal ice cream van (which for some strange reason does not actually cost 99p) The key to surviving this week of joy is to make sure you look as good as you possibly can… I feel I achieved this goal by walking out of my door last week to be “papped” by a fashion writer who was doing a blog on summer denim (for anyone interested out there I was sporting denim shorts and 2-tone fly-away shirt…) Not only did this perk me up somewhat ahead of a day in the sun, but it is also the basis around what I will continue to write.

Trends in fashion are something that people the world over are employed to guess. Sometimes they do get it right – the whole military concept, which is still going strong at the moment, was a real coup and something many have copied in their own small way within their own small fashion wardrobe. I, myself ,am a sucker for a trend and will grab onto it with both hands if needed! But then these experts can get it completely wrong as well – shell suits anyone? Or just the whole decade of the 80’s…. Denim is always a safe bet to be an influence anywhere in the fashion world. It has suddenly become cool once again, and the very tricky look of pulling off the double denim look is a massive achievement. I do not mention it just because I have achieve said act, but there are other, more attractive, people out there who have also managed this feat. Playing safe is sometimes the safest thing to do in the fashion stakes. Some can argue that its the accessories, the hair and the face that can pull off any look successfully…

This summer is set to be a new era for the Romantics, mixed in with the nautical (Which has also been a major player these past few months). The floral is back with avengence and, from the very small exposure I have had into the fashion world, it is at the forefront of all the key fashion houses this season. Obviously the floral is a very feminine symbol and so far has been successfully pulled off by the likes of Florence and the Machine and countless A list stars of the small and big screen. But is it achievable for the men of the world. I was one of those blokes out there who was not keen on the concept of pink being in a mans wardrobe, but it is just one of those colours which you can either pull off, or you sink without a trace. I fell into the latter, unfortuantely. But the concept of the romantic era does not scare me, do not forget this does not mean that you need to dress top to toe in floral, a little dab here and there is all it takes. Added to this the glory of the pastal colours means that it is a very flexible definition. I am secretly tempted to purchase a new suit that incorporates a pair of shorts… But I fear work are not prepared for this concept, or my legs being flashed around the office…

Course this all means that to pull off said pastal colours the skin needs to be a darker colour, so I am sat here wondering what the sun is doing behing those clouds still??? It’s supposed to be summer now, I said it in my blog and everything! I need to get out there to top up this none existing tan, as well as scope out what is what in all those boutiques (formerly known as shopping holes) that London has to offer…

One last thing – It’s Olivia Newton John… Not Olivia Newton Jones as I said in my previous blog – Apologises Dame Olivia (Oh wait, she isn’t one of those yet…)

Sights and Sounds

•May 16, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Now I’m very conscious that my current rambles on this thing do not appear to have any purpose and I seem to jump from one random fact or figure to another. Now some of you may have grasped by now that that is what I do… Ramble… But to celebrate the fact that we now have wireless internet connection once more in the house so I can happily type away in bed, out in the garden, even in the toilet (gaw… lets not picture that) I feel I need to have some sort of purpose whilst writing these things. So first things first… The main passion in my life… Music…

Music appears to be everywhere at the moment, from a personal point of view I can’t really go by a day without listening to one god awful song from my ipod, one 3 minute song which should never see the light of day again. As highlighted by the majasty that is Glee – we love a god awful song. I am sat there enthralled (as I’m sure others are too) by a cameo from Olivia Newton Jones singing (with the beloved Sue Sylvester) a brilliant version of Physical, the episode is then rounded off by a rousing version of Total Eclispse of the Heart – epic stuff and proof that pop (and trashy pop) is back at the forefront of the music world once more. I grew up when we had Oasis and Blur not only fighting against each other but also bands such as Take That and the Spice Girls, it soon became evident that tastes had developed from the days of Wham and Culture Club and the Brits wanted rock and indie to fill their ears. The same can still be said now as Arctic Monkeys, XX, Kings Of Leon et al still rule the roost when it comes to street cred and popularity. But I now feel that pop has managed to rear its ugly head once more and is challenging that roost – out of sheer, blooded mindedness. The transformation has been helped in part by one Gaga… Lady Gaga. She has made the world of pop influential once again and has artists queuing up around the block to join in the fun. She is a character, that is a very polite way of putting it, and in the space of a year has managed to turn the music world on its head. Her style is something to be desired, but her music and her attitude has made her a star. Some have compared her to Madonna – not an easy comparison, but when you do think about it you soon realise that Gaga, like Madonna, could be considered a visionary and has done something to music that has meant everyone else now needs to step up to the mark to match it. Look at Christina Aguilera whose comeback song and video appears to have taken bigs leaves out of the Gaga book.

We have now reached the comeback period of the year, where artist who have been hibernating for sometime, awake to sing their hearts out once more and fight over the coveted No. 1 spot in the charts. And its all very poptastic. The Scissor Sisters are releasing an Elton John inspired single, one that is catchy and will probably yet again reconfirm them as the gayest pop group around. Not only that but the diminutive figure of Kylie is also back on the album trail and releasing another catchy tune that wil fill clubs dancefloors once more this summer. Pop is back with avengence and is no longer something all the “cool” kids out there can ignore.

I do not consider myself “cool” when it comes to music – a good friend of mine once told me so – in fact I think it was one of the reasons we ultimately moved out of the abode we shared… My musical tastes leave alot to be desired. I’m not embarrassed that I like The Killers, Madonna, Little Boots even the Sisters of Scissor, because I balance it out by having a fondness for Florence and the Machine, Oasis, Delphic and Jack Penate. Even this week I am mixing it up by going to see Marina and the Diamonds sing her little heart out, when last week I was seeing The Big Pink… I like to split my time between what is considered good and bad… And all the better for it. Festival season is also seeing this pattern of love for the “rubbish” as well as the “good” at once. Stages at Glastonbury this year will be shared by bands such as U2, Florence and the Machine, Muse, Mika, Paloma Faith, Stevie Wonder… Exactly how different can you get? In fact I remember one year when an Orchestra had the audacity to rock up the Pyramid Stage and play tunes from Peter and the Wolf… Followed shortly by a Mr Rolf Harris – we love what is considered uncool as much as we love the cool! I for one am looking forward to seeing Ellie Goulding rocking out with Dizzie Rascal and Grace Jones at Lovebox this year, nothing gets me going like music you can’t help but love!

Musically the UK has always been a bit of an odd-ball. We are not like the European mainland where all we seem to hear mainstream is trashy euro-pop and we do not have the rock and RnB roots which come from  the US. We are fortunate to be stuck in the middle of this mad, mad musical world and have somehow been  able to cunjure up our own very special brand of music. One which will continue to mutate into a more wonderous thing… Or it could go the other way and it could all crash and burn in a second. Either way I’m sure I’ll be there, flalling my limbs around (god blessed me with those) and singing badly out of tune… Good times…

Ou est la…??

•May 9, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Well what do you know… That’s right, it is I… the rambler returns, albeit through a cable because the flaming internet has gone down the toilet during the last month… It’s been refreshing not to have been glued to the laptop though, it has meant that I have been able to enjoy the finer things in life, such as Coronation Street, Watchdog and The One Show… But I cannot resist any longer, the lure of the internet is constant, it crys out to me during the night, bringing me out in a hot rash everytime someone mentioned it, I feel faint now… How can I possibly go on??

So then, quick update on the life that is Rupes… Not a lot really. Always dissappointing when you look back on a month and realise “not a lot has actually happened to me, has it?” All the drama seems to have happened to the greater people of this fair world… Has anyone forgotten about that giant ash cloud that descended over Europe for a week, and seems to have come for seconds this weekend. Then of course we have had all the drama that only an English General Election can bring – a hung parliament I hear you cry out?? Exactly how hung… Oh the hilarity we had with that joke on friday. (Yes we are all that childish in the office) I don’t know about you but I have been glued to the news since, not only to hear Jeremy Paxton have a go at all the politicians (honestly some of the bits were brilliant – can he please run the country? Along with Jeremy Clarkson and Joanna Lumley (she would be great by the way…)) but I have also enjoyed watching Gordon Brown cling onto power like a slippery fish, course it’s just our luck that he will stay in power for another 5 years, but then when you look at the alternatives they don’t seem that appealing either… Oh what a great country we live in. One which warms me cockles thinking just how screwed up it is. Now I seem to have been one of the few who managed to avoid those TV debates which went on during the run up to the fateful day (thank you very much mr pub) but considering since the big day I have done nothing but check out the news it’s a little ironic is it not?? Mind you  all this drama has been interrupted by the joys of our house not only not having a regular interent connection but for a week we went without actually being connected the the national grid. We enjoyed the luxury of having a generator the size of a car parked outside our house giving us electricity so we could cook, turn on a lamp and have a hot shower (the little things in life that we all take for granted) Give me a government that gets things like that sorted in less then 6 days and they have my vote. Of course it would help if they gave us a better education system, health care service, decrease taxes and cut the national deficit as well… but that’s all by the by really.

So with a spring in my step we in good old Blighty are now on course to start the summer season. Yes that’s right, it’s cold, windy, wet and ‘orrible. Oh I do love a british summer. It does of course mean that festival season is just around the corner, meaning I need to get my tickets for LoveBox sooner rather then later, call everyone who managed to get tickets to Glastonbury b**tards, book off 2 weeks in August so I can get a free holiday in France (thank you ma and pa) and work on that all important summer wardrobe… It’s a busy old life for some of us. Course after this week who knows what I will be able to handle… A new job fast approaches, I will be waking up tomorrow with the terror of having to advise managers (some of whom can be tricky) on things I need to swot up on and learn quick-sharp. I have even had to move desks, going from a window seat where I could look out onto a block of flats with a tree in the way to being slap bang in the middle of the team, where I cannot hide… But on the plus side I have moved away from the printer, which is pure bliss, as it means I may keep my sense of hearing for a few more years, plus I am surrounded by all the ladies (probably wise I say that – I love you all!)

So I think it’s the sheer fact that I am so unuse to having an internet connection, or it could have something to do with the fact that Come Dine With Me is on and I am getting distracted by it, I do wonder why some people go onto this show, but it is totally addictive viewing. Its fantastic that I live in a household who also appreciate the joy of watching people crash and burn on TV. Had I actually bothered to watch those TV General Election debates I may have enjoyed the burning element again there – but by sheer luck there was something better on the other side (maybe a repeated episode Come Dine With Me) or I found paint drying more interesting. But thats me for a few more days. I will need to start writing down topics of conversation so I am not rambling aimlessly, but it is something that I am clearly good at. Tune in next time to find out what japs Rupes will get himself into!

Party, Party, Party

•March 29, 2010 • 2 Comments

Hmmm, a pattern seems to have emerged over the last few weeks – there are far too many people out there having a party! Not that I’m one to complain (much) as I like a drink of 5 like the rest of them. I also like to embarrass myself on the dancefloor and spill red wine either down myself or onto the carpet once or twice of an eve… You could say I am the perfect party guest – I show up, drink, make a pratt of myself (even more so then usual) then head home a drunken mess to sleep it off the next day – Perfect! So, for one reason or another, there have been a number of outings this past month that I feel need to be put on some blog somewhere so as to humilate anyone out there who is interested…

Party number one – Miss Nina and Miss Johannas belated house warming / Birthday celebrations for Miss Nina (or NurNur as she is affectionately known as) Now then, not your normal party – oh no, no, no… The ladies in question decided to theme it by Movie/Song titles (what was wrong with just having a few drinks dressed as normal people?) Now looking back I actually think it was just an excuse for Jo to walk around all night in her underwear (as she also did at my Halloween bash) she has a lot to be proud of there, it just meant we all had to go the extra mile to out do her. So how could one do that? Why you paint your face gold of course!! An interesting concept and one to illustrate numerous song titles. Not only did it encompass Ellie Goulding “Starry Eyed” but also Just Jack “Stars in their Eyes” came up, as did “Yellow” by Coldplay and  “Starry Eyed Surpirse” by someone or other. A rousing success I feel on my half to have such a varied response to something that took 10 minutes to do… Perfect! The booze flowed, the music was loud and the conversation was infantile – my sort of party! I’m also very proud that I managed to get gold paint on almost everyone elses face that night – what can I say? I’m a very social person!! Party number 1 a rousing success… I even had a splitting headache the next day – result!

Party number 2 – one which was interupted a number of times for me by my nose deciding the spill blood… Great fun! Yet another birthday (it appears to be the season for them at the moment) Joseph Begley, Beggers, Biggly-Bo… One third of the dynamic trio of the HR department (a cheaper version of the Three Musketeers if you will) turned the mighty age of 24 not so long ago (the date escapes me) An age, being 6 months into it already, I can honestly say is a bit of a “meh” age, not alot changes, its just one year closer to the big quarter of a century landmark – which I’m quite looking forward to, just another excuse to get drunk really isn’t it?? This night was spent in the delights of the local after work followed by Le Grand Chill dans Kings Cross. It was an eve, as already said, interrupted by a bloody nose (no fight befell me though) and too much vodka… I shamelessly dropped out after a few at the chill, mainly due to the fact I did not feel I could stand any longer (pure class I am not) but my general feeling was that it was a good night – I’m not sure we were able to embarrass Joe as much as we could have (looking at photos, he appears to be almost with it in all of them) but still a night where we were able to get merry and discuss such great things as TV, sex and rock”n”roll as well as moan about the bouncers – I was making a phone call, I have been here for the last hour, let me back in the sodding club please???? Success number 2

Now party/gathering number 3. This time not celebrating a birthday, but someone leaving the fold (thank god a change) This is perhaps the one I was most uncomfortable at, not only for the reason it was doing something I decide to only share between myself and my bathroom mirror, but some of the gang became quite scary in their viewpoint… Yes thats right, it could onlky have been one thing – Karaoke… Now the evening started off as pleasant as any other… I was in need of a red bull to stay awake, but failing that the ever faithful vodka helped. The girls got sqweaky, the boys got very manly – it was almost like they has something to proove, and the drink was flowing. We were of course bidding farewell to Miss Jade (even though she was going to be at work for another week…) and she wanted to go out in style. Yes thats right after a few Vimtos at a local drinking hole we went to a Karaoke bar which was full to the brim with emptiness… Except for a strange old man who liked to get his leg over anything he could (except the ladies of course) Now following a faulty start where the disco did not happen downstairs, we perched ourselves and sat back to watch the embarrassment and horror that only Karaoke can bring. Don’t get me wrong, it was great fun to watch the singing, some of it was even very good, but then to be told that you needed to get up and do it as well, some could consider a step too far. Its great for those who love it, but for those who are out of their comfort zone it can be horrifying… Luckily for me I was able to get away without singing by telling a few special people where to go, its all character building ain’t it?? Either way it was yet another good night, full of laughs and embarrassing stories that can be retold over and over again, I especially liked the reditition of Say My Name by our Luke and Jade… Well done HR!

So, I’ve rambled yet again through this thing (does anyone actually make it to the end of these blogs?) but theres one last thing to do before signing off – yes thats right its my SATC moment… Having experienced the joys that parties can offer it all leads me to one thought – please can you all give me a chance to recoup my finances so that I can afford to go to another one in the next millenium please??? Much love y’all.