Another post about public transport

Since giving up the easy life and moving to the South West of London I have actually had to do battle with public transport on a daily basis. Don't get me wrong,I love having the freedom to be able to go anywhere (almost,) anytime (till 12pm) but seeing as I have been living here for 2 and a half years now I feel I have earned the right to complain a bit.
This morning I was rushing to get on the overland. I knew the train was about to depart and so I leaped onto the train....and got caught mid-leap in the doors. I felt like a ping pong ball bouncing back and forth till the doors clamped shut, at which point I felt a lot of pain. Those doors mean business, nothing and no-one is going to stop them from closing, especially not little old me.
So after extricating myself and checking to make sure all my body parts had made it onto the train intact I glanced around to see most of the carriage staring at me.....I think I must have muttered (shouted) a few profanities at some point.....
I spent the rest of the journey staring out a window wondering how long till someone else would make an arse of themselves and take the heat off me.

Note to self, the next train will be along in 5 mins....it is never worth it to leap on the train just because it is about to leave!!!

I don't wanna!!!!!

I have made the move down south...It was stressful and I still haven't unpacked, but it was my great joy to have my friends with me as I travelled home last night. There is only one big blip on the horizon......the bloody busses. I have been having to actually go up a gear into run mode (I know shock horror) in order to catch the bus. At first I thought it would only happen when I was with Tagg, but then this morning I found myself running for the 39......aaaarrrrrrggggg. How did this happen to me?????

The Atomatic: A concert review

My season of live music has officially kicked off. I dragged Rox, Jo and Steve down to the Astoria to see The Automatic.

We arrived at 7ish and found what looked like a very young and punky crowd. If I said we looked out of place I would be understating. We eventually got to the front of the queue after about half an hour just to be told we were in the wrong place and needed to be one door down. Quite embarrasing. We made our way through the rather confusing venue and managed to bag a little with a great view of the stage.

The support band were okay....couldn't have expected any more from them really. The Automatic however, rocked my world. They sounded just as great as on their album and I loved that I could sing along to every song (listened to the CD 5 times the day of the concert.....that's real dedication). My favourite was the "screamer" of the band. He is such and out there performer and I loved watching him throwing his body around. Sadly not everyone (steve) in our group was as enthralled by their performance as I was. All I can say is there is no accounting for some people's (steve's) taste.

So concert season is off to a good start, tonight is something compeletly different in the form of John Meyer. I have once again been trying to cram some of his songs into my little brain. I will be surprised if there is anything but music left in there by the end of the year.

Phew

So today was the first day if my new job. I was really expecting the worst but it all went swimmingly. The people are all friendly and helpful. I managed to get a mail merge done which had been totally freaking me out. There were a few hitches along the way but nothing I couldn't handle.
So all in all a successful experience. I think I am going to be really happy there!

Departed is such sweet sorrow.....

Actually it is just sorrow....
Went to see "The Departed" today. I knew what I was letting myself into but still came out of the cinema feeling rather morose. Don't get me wrong, the acting was beyond brilliant and the story line kept me entertained and guessing. It was just in no way a feel good movie. So, if you feel like a brilliant but depressing film then this is definitely the one for you.

It's all going down the drain

I am so frickin scarred. Tonight I get a call from my lovely (or so I thought) friend, Steven. His called sounded a bit funny so I asked him where he was. He managed to side step the question but I was persistent and he revealed he was in the bathroom. Que dawning realisation that he is sitting on the toilet....no....shitting on the toilet. aaarrrrrrrrgggggggg I am so mentally scarred right now. I am going to have to keep him at arms length at least .....maybe two arms' length.

Bitter sweet week

So it has arrived. My last week as nanny in the Kanerick/Greenhalgh household and I am just not too sure how to feel. One minute I am radically excited about living in the south with everyone else and the next minute I feel like screaming NNNNNOOOOOOOO.

I had Ian, Steve and Rox over for dinner last night and it was one of the evenings I love to have. Chilled out, food, wine and lots and lots of laughs. This house holds so many good memories of similar evenings and fun days with Saskia. It has been a wonderful year. I had no idea when I took this job that I would come to love these two people as much as I do and I am just so happy that they will continue to be a huge part of my life.

So I guess that is enough introspection. Looking forward, the rest of this year is definitely going to be amazing. Lots of live music, facing winter and looking forward to the prospect of inviting the new year in while skiing down some snowy mountain.

Concert review: All American Rejects

Julie won tickets to go see the All American Rejects and she chose me to go with her. I was quite excited having had a crash course in their music. So....

The Good
- The AMR were were def worth it. The sounded amazing, the lighting was amazing and the concert all round was slick and polished

The Bad
- The supporting acts were beyond bad. We had to sit through one and a half hours of really bad bands for an hour of AMR.....was bored and ended up sitting down through as much of it as possible

The Ugly
- We were the oldest people there by about a decade. Who knew that 12 years old's went to concerts like this.
- The people were totally sweaty and gross and I was brushed up against by people who were literally dripping with sweat. I was having to hold back the screams of disgust.

I would Def recommend the AMR's if you have any interest in them. I suggest you go in full waterproof gear and arrive late.