Hello from my new HTC magic phone. It’s a beaut.
Two weeks until I start uni again, I passed all my exams so I get to study:
• Modern political thought
• Politics of modern Scotland
• Urban politics
• Power
• Intro to Social theory
• Sociology of Scotland
• Personal troubles, public issues
I just hope my timetable works out and I get atleast one commute frees weekday.
In other news, I finally listened to Florence and the machine, I still work like a dog and I’m currently addicted to farmville and the champagne lifestyle.
I can’t believe I wrote this all on my phone. I feel sorry for my poor wee innocent macbook. Anyway, tata for now
Filed under: Activities, Baby West | Tags: Baby West, blog, books, Izzy, Leicester, Unbearable Lightness of Being
Well, since my last splurge of (two) updates:
a) No, I have not blogged for a couple of weeks despite saying that I would
b) Baby Finlay Graham West was born (Izzy actually went into labour 30 minutes after I posted “Oh, I wonder when the baby will be born?”
One… Two… Three… AWW!
I’m currently in Leicester after another whistle-stop tour of the place. Sunday night was Izzy first night out after having Finlay. I (with the help of my mum) bought Moet & Chandon Rose to celebrate, then I ended up having shot of Jagermeister (Bad idea…) and somehow managed to go to Madisons and Furies, waking up 4 hours later to get get trains to Glasgow > Birmingham > Leicester. I was still drunk ’til around 1pm. GOOD TIMES ALL ROUND.
Bought books today for when I’m skint. I can’t wait to get home and re-organize my bookshelf. I got:
- Douglas Coupland – “Generation A”
- Richard Milward – “Apples”
- Oliver Sacks – “Ceci est ma Femme – The man who mistook his wife for a hat”
- Miranda July – “Noone belong here more than you”
I also realised that “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” is also a film with Daniel Day Lewis, hooray!
Well, it’s now three days past Izzy’s due date for Mini-West. It is also my day off after doing 36.25 hours in 3 days, so I’ve been thinking. I actually haven’t done much else than sit and think, and watch pish Channel 5 movies, or the Xtra factor, or Big Brother all day. Anyway, I was thinking about how much everything has changed since Izzy first became pregnant. I guess I was about a month and a half into first year at Uni: I was going out with Adam, I was in my own little stupid bubble. Me and Izzy were also running about dressed as Lily Allen and Wino.
The good times we had. I wonder how different we’ll be when Baby West is 1 years old… But anyway, I am extremely happy about this, and it just starts another chapter in our lives (Jeezo, I sound like the father or something…) I was also thinking about how this time last year, I still dressed as a boy really, and I would never have racked up any money whatsoever in Topshop. Oh, how we change. I’m glad though. I’m happy. I really am. I just want to get back to university, and I want it to be payday, ’cause London totally skinted me for this month.
C’mon baby West! Let Mama West “drop the bomb”!
Filed under: Activities, Nights out, Work | Tags: Clothes, Effects of Alcohol, Furies, Work
HAD THE WORST VODKA HEADACHE IN THE WORLD AT WORK TODAY. Thank you to the management for papping me in the bar and making me serve Pernod to old men and me nearly whiteying everywhere at the smell. On the plus side, we had a McDonalds at the start of shift, and the gossip from last night was divine. Last night was Steve’s BBQ/Beach party, absolute belter and probably the best night out this summer has to offer.
I jumped in a hot-tub fully clothed… Twice.
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I know it’s the age-old feminist view in life, but it’s not really been apparent in my life so far. I bloody hate when people call me “Love/Hen/Doll”. I think I can accept it at work when I’m in the bar, and the customers and general drunk and knobish – and I generally don’t really listen to anything that’s not a drinks order – but I’m really getting fed up of dirty middle aged men in shops calling me it. Perhaps it’s because I’m trained at work to dot my I’s and cross my T’s and use my “Sirs” and “Madams”. Then again, work isn’t all that great when one of the chefs calls me “Baby”, and my skin crawls. It’s disgusting. What happened to being all Politically correct in the workplace? My name is Alison, but you can call me “Madam” if you’re serving me in a shop - I’ll accept “Mate/pal” in age-old Scottish fashion.
But anyway, I finally uploaded tonnes of photos from my Nikon. I like these:
Filed under: Activities, Baby West, Work | Tags: Baby West, blog, books, Brig O' Doon, Holiday, Izzy, London, Topshop
Hello, I haven’t blogged in year, well, nearly two months. I’ve been slaving away at Costley del Costley making the bucks. Funny story infact, I thought I was underpaid by about £100, and I went in today to complain: recieved my payslip and forgot that I had to pay tax. This month was the first one I’ve made enough to be taxed since last summer. Idiot.
So, it’s been pretty wedding-tastic the past few months. Luckily, I booked a holiday this week, so I’ve just been relaxing and reading (and compiling my amazing excel spreadsheet of books I own/have borrowed/or people have borrowed off me) and generally just being a geek, and also drinking White Russians. Also, luckily, my week off of chillaxing coincided with Cat’s mum and dad booking us a trip to London, which I got back from on Wednesday night.
We left on Sunday at 6.30am, and the train got us there by 1.40pm. We stayed in this lovely 4 star hotel, three minutes walk from Covent Garden, and Holborn tube station for only £240, for travel and b&b. Packed so much in to 3 days. Bus tour, tour around parliament, SHOPPING, and wicked the musical (which was WICKED (lol) and I’ve been listening to “Defying Gravity” ever since).
While in London, we went to the MASSIVE flagship Topshop store on Oxford Street. I was pretty raging at the fact it was so big, I couldn’t find anything and couldn’t make up my mind. So, I came out with a necklace and a tear shed.
I saw young Izzy tonight. 13 days until baby West is due. I cannot wait, I just wanna see it. But part of me still can’t believe that she’s pregnant. It was a good night, I “helped” build a rocker for his Moses basket, well, to be honest, I just made the tea, but I do make a pretty mean cup of tea.
Hello to JayJay and Thom. I haven’t seen them yet, but they are in Scotland. I survived two nights in my house myself after returning from London. All I ate was cereal, and I had two AMAZING afternoon naps.
Filed under: Activities, Book Review, Cinema, Nights out, Thoughts | Tags: Angels & Demons, Ayr, books, Holiday, Shaun, Unbearable Lightness of Being
Back in the land of haggis, neeps, tatties, irn bru & various other tartan stereotypes after six & a half hours of travelling. My lows of the day included no bag space of the suit-case rack and I biffed out about my bag being all alone – then I moved seats, only for this disgusting man to sit beside me and stare at me while nomming a sandwich, the smell of which made me want to boke. But, I guess, things could be worse, and I am, HOME!
Also, read an amazing passage in “The Unbearable Lightness of Being” that made me think (Was a philosophical train journey, eh?). It made me think to just get a grip of my life and stop worrying ’cause life just needs to carry on. I know the latter part is quite melancholy, but I like the life as situations that come “without warning”, I just need to hold my head up high and get on with it.
“There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, “sketch” is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the ground-work for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.”
Shaun & I went to the cinema this evening to see “Angels & Demons” – which I have been meaning to see for years. I’m glad Shaun called me. He always makes me feel good about myself, never brings me down. Hoping to go up to Glasgow with him at the weekend to talk to actors and RSAMDites. As for the film, despite the bad reviews, I quite enjoyed it. It wasn’t as gripping as the Da Vinci Code, but I thought the story line was rather swell, and I don’t really know what to say about Ewan McGregor…
I had a wonderful time in Leicester. Will update more when I’m back in the mother country, but I’m just glad I could be within 5 metres of Tom from Kasabian’s empty pint glass, and got a Sailor jacket for £20. I also didn’t spend any money in Topshop, RESULT!
