Today I welcome Hayley Clark to the creative side of Live Blog. Welcome to Hayley Clark; may your blogging be as colourful as the rest of your interesting life.
I went to the gym this evening and I enjoyed the first bit in which I ran 3km. But then I didn’t like the last bit, in which there were lots of loutish types gathered around the multi-gym, sweating and grunting. I would assume they no longer know their mothers. I aspire to one day attend a gym that has more demure female people and less of these. On the plus side I found that there is a sauna round the back which is ‘mixed’. Saunas are permitted. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITWj5UWkzwY
A new discovery has been made in the paul misheard lyrics category. It turns out that Gwen Stefani is saying that she ain’t no ‘Hollaback Girl’, which has no apparent meaning, unless she is saying that you can say something to her and she will not respond in a grating hiphopish way. I much prefer the me version, in which she is saying ‘there ain’t no heart in that girl’, meaning cleverly that the other girl in question is a heartless cow. This joins the classic misheard Justin Timberlake lyric in which he creepily asks ‘tell me your rhythm’, some kind of crude demand for details of one’s preference of humping rate. Actually he was just saying ‘Cry me a river’, which is lame.
The Haynes project is finished and Penny sent out the glorymail last week. It amuses me that as well as manuals for Austins and Fords, they also do a dinosaur manual. I hope to read it next time I am there, and find out how to take apart my dinosaur and put it back together.
I rate my parking this evening at 95%, given its near-perfect alignment to the kerb and the fact that I was performing an upper body dance to Snow Patrol at the time.
I really hate dogs. I may have mentioned it before, but they really upset me with their wobbly jaws, sharp teeth and pointless enthusiasm.
My hair is unnecessarily long.
I noticed something today about the IFS fire marshal team. It is probably the foxiest fire marshal team I have come across. It contains Clare, Cassie, Becky, Gem, EJ and Jeremy Brett, and I think this could present a problem, as it almost encourages arson. I would quite like to have been asked to be in the fire marshal team but I suppose it could be said I lack the necessary attributes, common sense and such.
Jeremys are the most successful people. This I read in a magazine.
Jennifer Love Hewitt has not physically changed in 12 years – I find this unusual. She sounds like a tennis player.
This week will be interesting, as it features the IFS presentation room quiz on Thursday, and Cassie has warned Paul Massey about me although I don’t know what about, and Sarah’s barbecue on Friday and Chantazia’s birthday party on Saturday back in the homeland (Derbyshire). Chantazia is not her real name, but is much better. Tomorrow is Yo Sushi though in Bluewater shopping mall, which looks spiky like this:
http://www.virginmedia.com/images/bluewater-shop-centre.jpg
and obscurely reminds me of this place in Turkey:
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which I didn’t have time to go to.
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