After everything I have said about disgusting eating habits, particularly those at breakfast, I shared in Jamie Oliver's disgust tonight when he saw primary school children eating pizza for breakfast.
I mistakenly believed this was only what hungover poor students did - how wrong was I???
It actually almost made me sick to see all that junk food piled up on that woman's table - it was physically revolting, I could almost feel my arteries plugging up with saturated fat just looking at it.
Unfortunately food programmes always make me hungry, so I am eating some oats so simple, and drinking fresh orange. Much healthier I am sure.
Monday 13 September 2010
Sunday 5 September 2010
Single Girl in the Toon
I woke up this morning to total carnage. My room looked like a bomb had hit it. There were clothes strewn all over the floor, the bottom of my bed, and even some trailing out of the door. My bed looked like it had actually been physically moved, my dressing table actually had, and there was random makeup littered all over the place.
So just what had I been doing? Not moving furniture in the middle of the night (well hopefully night), but basically just getting ready for a big night out. Unfortunately for me I didn't have the joy of waking up next to a stunning young man, like I think many did this morning, but my massive cuddly penguin, Brian, who never fails to disappoint me or keep me awake with his snoring, and smelly breath.
Looking at the state of me this morning in the bathroom mirror I can honestly say there is no wonder that I am single. One look at my hair stuck up and randomly matted with old hair spray, like I'd stuck my fingers in a plug socket, my glittery face and smudged charcoal makeup smeared across my face, would be enough to have anyone running in the opposite direction. I basically look like a member of the living dead, far from the fresh faced British rose I would love to wake up as every day.
Last night I had a relationship with a bowl of chips and packet of noodles - strange combo I know. It may sound rank but whenever I have a few drinks I become like a pregnant person, I crave anything and everything which is random and would usually make my stomach turn. I also always decide to cook, and i never ever cook. My sister often comes down at 1 or 2am and finds me cooking anything from pork chops, lamb burgers, pasta, chips, to full blown Shepard's pie. I think she lives in genuine fear that I will burn the house down during these drunken culinary escapades.
Unfortunately this morning my noddles and chips are having a far from desired after effect. My stomach hurts, my head is weird, and all i can taste, even 4 toothbrushes later, is stale chips and hoi sin sauce - NICE.
On a nicer note I keep remember hilarious scenes from last night in Liniker's. Brendan's incredible dancing, Rob's look of ecstatic happiness when he saw the scantily clad dancer while we were queuing outside, as usual, Martin's dancing, and some other things that cant stop putting a little smile on my face.
One thing that doesn't make me smile is the random guy in my taxi on the way home. He was a friend of a friend going the same way as me, Ellie, and Joe, however what he didn't do was pay. Well, actually that is unfair, I will give him credit where credit is due. He gave me a Euro and a few cents, and he wasn't even foreign. How is that meant to help me pay a £15 taxi fair in Newcastle Mr, or help me pay for my morning paper and diet coke today? IDIOT!!!!
So just what had I been doing? Not moving furniture in the middle of the night (well hopefully night), but basically just getting ready for a big night out. Unfortunately for me I didn't have the joy of waking up next to a stunning young man, like I think many did this morning, but my massive cuddly penguin, Brian, who never fails to disappoint me or keep me awake with his snoring, and smelly breath.
Looking at the state of me this morning in the bathroom mirror I can honestly say there is no wonder that I am single. One look at my hair stuck up and randomly matted with old hair spray, like I'd stuck my fingers in a plug socket, my glittery face and smudged charcoal makeup smeared across my face, would be enough to have anyone running in the opposite direction. I basically look like a member of the living dead, far from the fresh faced British rose I would love to wake up as every day.
Last night I had a relationship with a bowl of chips and packet of noodles - strange combo I know. It may sound rank but whenever I have a few drinks I become like a pregnant person, I crave anything and everything which is random and would usually make my stomach turn. I also always decide to cook, and i never ever cook. My sister often comes down at 1 or 2am and finds me cooking anything from pork chops, lamb burgers, pasta, chips, to full blown Shepard's pie. I think she lives in genuine fear that I will burn the house down during these drunken culinary escapades.
Unfortunately this morning my noddles and chips are having a far from desired after effect. My stomach hurts, my head is weird, and all i can taste, even 4 toothbrushes later, is stale chips and hoi sin sauce - NICE.
On a nicer note I keep remember hilarious scenes from last night in Liniker's. Brendan's incredible dancing, Rob's look of ecstatic happiness when he saw the scantily clad dancer while we were queuing outside, as usual, Martin's dancing, and some other things that cant stop putting a little smile on my face.
One thing that doesn't make me smile is the random guy in my taxi on the way home. He was a friend of a friend going the same way as me, Ellie, and Joe, however what he didn't do was pay. Well, actually that is unfair, I will give him credit where credit is due. He gave me a Euro and a few cents, and he wasn't even foreign. How is that meant to help me pay a £15 taxi fair in Newcastle Mr, or help me pay for my morning paper and diet coke today? IDIOT!!!!
Thursday 2 September 2010
Zizzi's with the PA Training Crew
Last night the hardworking and hard socialising PA Training Crew went out - yet again - to celebrate our basic thirst for life.
This time we actually had a valid reason to kick our feet back and have a cheeky few. It was Larissa's birthday.
Well when I say her birthday, i mean it was almost and that was undoubtedly a good enough reason.
So after staying my hour to finish work, do my teeline, and basically sink into a pit of despair while trying (in vain) to remember the special outline for company - yes I now know it's co - I trudged in the glorious sunshine to join the others at Zizzi's.
I have never been to Zizzi's before, and from friends rave reviews I had fairly high expectations. I wasn't to be disappointed.
Even though I had few options due to my lactose intolerance, spice disagreement, and general awkwardness, I thoroughly enjoyed my meal. I ended up with what was the only thing without cheese on the menu, the tuna salad - yes i am now getting bored of always having salad. However, this was a delightful salad, that had hidden surprises tucked under a mountain of crispy lettuce leaves (it would have been nice if they had mixed it up a bit): new potatoes, egg, olives, peppers. YUM.
My only grumble was the price. Luckily for us lovely Shirley printed us off some very handy vouchers, 2 main meals for £12, which saved us all a fortune. However, the drinks were fairly extortionate, even for hardened journalists like us.
So this morning I am feeling full, tired, sleepy, a little sick and hungover. But was it worth it? Without a shadow of a doubt. Going for a meal is a very social occasion. Last night we all really relaxed, enjoyed ourselves, and had a good old natter, something that you cant really do in clubs with music pumping so loud that you cant even ask for a drink.
Obviously we did go to a loud club afterwards, and I once again got to watch Mr 'Martin' Motivator busting his moves on the dance floor of Bar 42. So I think there will be a lot of heads on desks this morning, and a lot of glazed faces staring at Susan as she writes knowledge for the 100th time, without us getting it. But ah well you only live once.
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