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Republic.

Published on January 9, 2010 in Life, Random and Rant. 0 Comments

Right, so…(do I always start my blogs like that? I’m not sure, I think I try not too)…annnyway got some money for christmas so thought I better spend it QUICK! (it was starting to burn a hole in my pocket -and my minnnnnd!). Came back to manchester after a great christmas with my family, and an awesome new year too -1920′s eat your heart out. My costume was the tits!
The sky was mental bright that night, it was like white and orange at the same time. Will and I were like it’s so totally going to snow yah, and we were so right. There’s about a bajillion inches. O RLY?

YA RLY!!

Well about 6? Or something? About a cocks worth? I duno. Being the numpty I am, I obviously didn’t pack my wellies, and I couldn’t drive to my house and get them cause my car was an igloo. Decided to go shopping anyway, armed with my ski jacket and now overly popular russian furry hat (I so bought mine last year, I can’t really claim I wore it first, I’m pretty sure that was the Russians…sneaky Russians). Erm yeah…so….SHOPPING.

Esprit let me down, pastel colours SRSLY?, don’t you know I’m like your best customer and pastels aren’t in my colour chart!?! No purchases there then. Republic did me proud but only the new stock, got some awesome checked shorts (to go with my ugg boots), and a slurple purple hoodie (cause it’s so cold), I wuvs them! Surfed a few other shops, and thought I’d try USC cause I still had £60 of me spends. Found the most nom firetrap tshirt (probs my best buy), and another one in the sale which I had my eye on yonks ago, the one I had previously seen was black but this one was red, bingo! as it complied with my new wardrobe rules = MORE COLOUR! Then I ran out of money. Damn.

Oh I just remembered why I wrote this blog…I was gonna tell you a story about how the shorts in Repulic were on a really high clothes rail and I got cramp in my foot trying to reach up to get them down. I was gonna rant about how they must only want 6ft 2 girls to buy these shorts, but I fucked the system! In your face Republic! I’m 5ft 5!

Ketchup.

Published on June 22, 2009 in Life, Rant and University. 0 Comments

Okay, so I’ve been meaning to blog this for a while. Essentially another rant, but, anyway, I was in the MMUnion for a usual meet up with friends for lunch, and in the SU you have to buy the ketchup (which in itself is worth a rant) for 10p a sachet. I was reading the ingredients on the back of the sachet, and I was pretty shocked about what it contained, or more what it ‘may contain’.

Here we go:

Ingredients: Water, Glucose-Fructose, Syrup, Tomato Paste (15%), Modified Maize Starch, Salt, Acidity Regulators (x2 E numbers), Preservative (x1 E number), Spice extracts.

So out of the ingredients only 15% is tomato, and not even real tomatoes, it’s tomato PASTE. Blerh.

Caution: MAY CONTAIN nuts, peanuts, seasame seeds, mustard, celery, FISH, eggs, milk, soybeans, sulphites, cereals containing gluten.

What the hell?! I’ll stick to me heinz please, least that actually tastes tomatoey.

Skint.

Published on June 14, 2009 in Life, Rant and University. 1 Comment

So after writing my complaint letter (about the piece of bone in my chicken nugget) to McDonalds, they wrote back with an apology and three £5 vouchers, not bad going really! However, after getting another meal from McDonalds a few days later I found another piece of bone in my chicken nugget. I haven’t been to that McDonalds since, I think it’s pretty disgraceful. I don’t even want to spend my free vouchers there!

On a happier note, I’ve finished all my exams! I get my results on July 12th, which is a bit nerve wrecking. I don’t really want to know what I got.

I had a great time camping the other weekend, bacon butties every morning, looking after my little second cousins, awesome BBQ, camp fire songs, general cousin love, and incredible sunburn!

I’ve also bought a new camera! It’s the same as my old one so not much to report there, but it’s great having a camera again.

Will and I also booked a holiday to Altea, Spain For the end of July for a couple of weeks, just a shame I now have no money to buy holiday clothes or much else! Oh well I don’t need many clothes to get a tan :P

Oh Great.

Published on April 9, 2009 in Driving, Life and Rant. 0 Comments

Francis has yet again been assaulted. Francis being my very gay Fiat Punto. Someone’s decided it would be good to smack him in the head and crack his windscreen. Hopefully my halls carkpark will have the offender on CCTV. Bastards though, spose it’s what you get for living next to a fleet of council estates.

Rang my insurance and because it’s a bank bloody holiday, I can’t even make an appointment until Tuesday to get it fixed. Only a £50 excess though, and they’re ordering me a Fiat windscreen on my request, unlike my back passenger window which is some other make -I hate it when things don’t match :(

Such an inconvenience though! I wish people would stop targetting my car. This is so because I broke a mirror last year, 6 more years of bad luck…damn.

Email Man.

Published on April 9, 2009 in Life, Random, Rant and Technology. 0 Comments

Gosh. Right. Where do I start?

Firstly, I went to Maccy’s for lunch today, got my usual large chicken nugget meal with a coke, but took a bite into my first nugget to find a piece of bone. A piece of BONE in my chicken breast chicken nugget, my first chicken nugget as well, it ruined my whole meal. I wrapped the piece of bone in a tissue, mainly so I could take a photo of it when I got home to send to Ronald. He’ll be receiving a letter of complaint from me. Standards are defo slipping…

I cheered up when I met up with Will for lunch. Whilst we were sat in Picadilly Gardens on the step bit near the grassy area, a fat, greasy mong walked past, not only did she walk past but she gave me a lovely big smile and wolf whistled at me, not Will, but me. I was like ‘what. the. fuck?’ Lesbian come ons at lunch time in Picadilly anyone? Grim.

THEN a man came along in his blue jumper, just going ‘Jesus?’ and handing his card to anyone who moved. I just replied with ‘I’m not a massive fan sorry’, Will thought it was funny.

Even funnier was the man who swatted a pigeon away with his newspaper while it was mid-flight and on course for his head. It was done so casually and in such a ‘fuck off’ no messing way. He sure told that pigeon.

Not long after that, we saw a postman, well, not your average postman, as this one was not only sporting his blue pants and matching jacket (and of course his postman face) but also a laptop bag. Therefore Will and I concluded he must be the ‘EMAIL MAN’, while you’re all there thinking that your emails are sent electronically via the internet, nope! Think again! This guy picks up your email and runs toward the destination reeeeally fast to get it to you. He must have been on his break when we saw him, he was only walking, or he might have been carrying one of those emails that take forever to receive. God damn Email Man!

McDonalds.

Published on March 23, 2009 in Life and Rant. 0 Comments

So I went for my sort of usual Monday afternoon McDonalds in St.Anns Square in Manchester today, I’d sat down and ate my meal (Large chicken nugget meal with a coke with an extra portion of medium fries) and then began peeling my McDonalds Monopoly stickers from my empty cartons. I got a couple I needed and a couple I didn’t but hey, anyway, I was just sat finishing my drink when a homeless woman walked in.

“Can anyone spare some change so I can get a hot drink?” She asked. The couple of guys next to me said no. I said sorry I don’t have any change on me, which wasn’t true I just ya know you can’t go giving money away at times like these! I’m skint!

I then remembered I’d got a free hot drink coupon as one of my Monopoly stickers, and I don’t even like hot drinks! I was only going to throw it away so I said she could have it, as she did look pretty cold and homeless. As I was trying to find it on my tray, when one of the guys next to me turned to me and said quite rudely and unnecessarily “Don’t give her any money!”, I replied I’m not giving her any money, it’s just a coupon. He then said ‘Don’t give it her!” I asked why not, and he said “just don’t give it her!” to say the least this didn’t rub me up the right way at all. I turned to him and said I could give my coupon to who ever I pleased, and that I wasn’t even going to use it. He tried to butt in again, so I said rather sternly “you can’t tell me what to do with my coupon, I can do what I like”. At this point the homeless woman was essentially cheering me on, saying “yeah you stick up for yourself girl!”

I gave her the coupon, and yet these two guys carried on! I tried to ignore them but they didn’t get the hint. I turned to them and said “Look, I’ve given it her, end off, leave me to eat my meal because I’m not bothered anymore”.

“Fuck you!” He shouted back, which I could not believe! He then went on to moan loudly to his friend. “That’s the problem with his country, (they were foreign) everyone’s like ‘you can’t tell me what to do, you can’t tell me what to do!”

I didn’t bother retaliating, but in my head I was thinking “Well if you don’t like it, FUCK OFF BACK TO YOUR OWN COUNTRY!!!”

Bloody people eh?

Francis Is Broke.

Published on March 21, 2008 in Driving, Life, Rant and University. 0 Comments

Francis Fiat, my beloved car, was broken into last week (Friday 14th March early morning) outside of Will’s house in Manchester (and this is meant to be the ‘nice’ area). He had his back passenger window smashed:

…and my iPod and Sat Nav were stolen :( Also, annoyingly I’d accidently left my purse in my car after going to tesco; so that was stolen too! The one frickin night I left it in there, my car gets violated. Even more conveniently I had a huge psychology report in on that Friday , and quite frankly I was in no state to be analysing personality test scores. So I was a bit stuck, I’d rang the police, rang the parents, but couldn’t get hold of my lecturer to delay my deadline. I had no money to even buy some plastic sheeting and tape to cover up my window (because my purse had been stolen) and it was looking as though the rain was coming.

I gave Will a lift to work, then drove around for a little bit aimlessly, crying my eyes out not knowing what to do. So I decided to go back to my halls, rang and cancelled all my bank cards (which I found in my bag later in the day anyway *rolls eyes*), and called my insurance company etc, then found some change from my pot in my room and went to B & Q to get some tape. Luckily, Will managed to get through to the head of psychology and I got an extention with no chance of penalisation. Got my window all covered up, and booked for Autoglass to come and fix my window on the Sunday -which was enough hassle let alone what was to come.

So Sunday came, the guy from Autoglass had to ring me 4 times to work out how to get into my Halls carpark (when I had already explained to the man on the phone to inform the man coming to fix my window how to get in “underneath the building, ramp on the left, press the reception button I’ve informed them that you’re coming and they’ll let you in” it’s not friggin’ rocket science ! ) Finally he managed to get in and he started cracking on. Half an hour later or so, he was finished. He showed me the window working (which was good -apart from the window isn’t Fiat and so doesn’t match), then said, that as he was taking the door panel off there was a small crack at the bottom and the whole panel cracked off. He said, to quote “I’ve glued it back on and it’s barely noticeable” The Jim Royle part of me then took over in my head as I thought to myself “Barely noticeable MY ARSE!” It was done so badly, and even though I am a huuge perfectionist, I reckon even a normal person wouldn’t be happy. I asked him if he could do anything, and he said, “well there was a crack and I couldn’t do anything, you’ll have to get a new one from a scrap yard”. I couldn’t believe it. I paid £70 for that!

As soon as he’d left I got on my phone to the complaints department. They said they would ring me on Monday morning and would order a new door panel from Fiat. So not only did he lie saying it was nothing to do with him, and he couldn’t do anything; he actually went through damages already on the car with me before he started to cover his back and mentioned nothing of a crack on the door panel!

That night, after further inspecting my car to find glue on the material of the panel, and screwdriver marks on the handle, the central locking went dodge! Spazzing out whenever I tried to lock it, it kept unlocking itself! Creeped me and Will out, thought we were going to get locked in my car! Eventually after opening the back passenger door and slamming it shut, the locking went back to normal, luckily!

So, 2pm on Monday and no one had rang me yet, so I rang autoglass, and it took the girl on the phone about 15 minutes JUST to bring up my file on the computer. After all that hassle, I just ended up passing everything to the Blackpool department, because I was coming back to St. Annes for Easter. After conversing with Blackpool just once I was impressed at how competant they were compared to Manchester, and my door panel was arranged to be fitted on the Wednesday no trouble.
Everything was sorted out fine (Kudos to Blackpool Autoglass), and now Francis is perfect again (apart from his scratches on the driver door courtesy of some wanker when I was in Spain and Francis was unattended :( )

Streetlight.

Published on February 19, 2008 in Life, Night life, Rant and University. 0 Comments

I think I’d rather do annnnything but this psychology report that’s in for tomorrow. I don’t even understand it. It’s GAY.

So here I am bloggethoning :D

Got another gig to chat about: Streetlight Manifesto! They were supporting Reel Big Fish at Manny Academy 1 on Sunday night. They made me happy. Especially when they played ‘Point, Counterpoint’, although where I was stood I seemed to be the only person who knew the words *go me*. I lost Emma and Natalie when that song came on, and I got in with the ‘pit’ but it wasn’t even a fun skanking pit…it was just loads of sweaty, fat lads, jumping up and down.

Which lead me to decide they should seriously make it compulsory, that when you walk into a gig venue, you are sprayed with deodorant. I mean fair enough, people sweat -I don’t mind that, but it’s when they sweat and they fucking stink! It smelt so much of feet at one point, that I could have thrown up, and because I’m smaller I get all their back fat sweat in my face. I didn’t have this problem at From Autumn To Ashes, the crowd were all girls or prepubescent boys who haven’t mastered the art of grossing anyone out with their BO, within a 5 metre radius.

So sweaty, fat, grossoids aside, I had fun. It was less violent than FATA, I only got hit in the nose, and the back, although my T-shirt got ripped and I bust my lip as a fatty shouldered me in the mouth. Oh and some dick’ed infront of me was wearing high heels and she jumped on my foot, right on my big toe joint, so I punched her in the head. I have a bruuuise there now :(

Other than that I haven’t actually done much recently. I became a bit of a recluse, staying in bed like all day, and hating everything. Then I got a letter from uni saying I’d missed lectures and I had to contact them. So (eventually) I thought I better do something. Went to talk to old Andy Wiseman (the Combined Honours guy) yesterday, didn’t really sort anything out, in fact he was a bit difficult to talk to, but somehow I feel better about things (??)

Got my car fixed, looks as good as new, only £120 too. But a bird has crapped all over it now, can’t wait to go home and wash it. Which will be this weekend, for me Mam’s 50th Birthday, *yay for a nice meal with the family* and hopefully on Friday I’m going out with my bro and me cousin’s for a wild one in Lytham St.Annes!
:( Back to Psychology now I guess…

Stagecoach.

Published on January 12, 2008 in Driving and Rant. 0 Comments

Okay so upon walking home from the corner shop (to get some bacon) this morning, I looked at my bumper (which a woman reversed into a few months ago) and thought ‘I need to get that fixed’…then as I looked along my car, there are a fuck load of scratches, red and blue paint, and dents in my car.

I can’t believe it, it’s on the pavement side as well!! I have no fucking clue who or what caused it, all I know is that I’m so angry and so upset.

It put me off my bacon butties!

Here’s a photo:

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UPDATE: After a bit of a brain storm on TSR I’ve come to the conclusion that it was a fucking Stagecoach bus and it must have happened a few days before or something, here is my evidence:

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UPDATE TWO: Car has been fixed :) good job and a bargin price too!

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Parking.

Published on December 4, 2007 in Driving, Life and Rant. 0 Comments

I’m irritated.

My car park space is Number 26.

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Thing is there is a guy who parks in space 25, and he keeps parking with this rear end over my space. Which makes it really difficult for me to get in my space. Mr. shitty car space 27 is rarely parked there, but when he is, he parks on the line between mine and his space -which leaves me with even less room. So if they were both parked there, I wouldn’t be able to get into, or out of my space.

What annoys me more is the fact that the guy in space 25, has room in front of him! Whereas I can’t move any further back to maneuver because there is raised decking. AND the guy in space 27 doesn’t even have a space next to him!

Think I’m going to write a note and put it on Mr. 25′s windowscreen. Thing is I don’t know what to put.

I just hate how inconsiderate other drivers can be sometimes!

On the up side -as of December 1st, it is now officially the start of the Christmas count down!! Today my advent calendar chocolate was; what looked like a reindeer? Although it could have been anything. I’m sure the quality used to be a lot better when I was younger -now you just get some illegible chocolate shape. Although, this year my mum got me a ‘Milkybar’ advent calendar and I’m well chuffed as milk chocolate advent calendars don’t taste like normal chocolate but ‘Milkybar’ does. Kudos to mum! :D

I can’t wait to go home for christmas. With the decorations, and coal fire, and the fudge, and family! It makes me feel all warm thinking about it :)