Friday woop woop!

Another Friday and this evening I am off to a meal for my friends mothers birthday, although I might be proved wrong and it will be a delightful evening. However, I am convinced it won’t be and I will have to listen to her mother be nothing but rude and putting me down. I don’t know why she does this but has done it ever since I was younger. She would always find something which she could either laugh at me about or put me down on, whether I was learning to drive or the clothes I was wearing. I think my other friends have picked up that my friend does the same, she thinks that she is joking but it is so easy for people to take it the wrong way, and after a while I think it sounds abusive.

Well hopefully I can escape the meal early and head off into town and surround myself with the young. Albeit some are certainly a lot younger than me, but it must be better than old bitter people. I think me and my best friend came to the decision that we are not snobs we just have taste. Not that Bridgend is the worst place but it definitely has a lot of less desirables. However, there is the odd little classy place in Bridgend like Foxes and Cabo Roche wine bar. It is always a pleasure to go in there and avoid places like Cody’s. Another place to avoid would be Jaggers, mind you this isn’t too bad if you are on the hunt for young blood or a pound a shot. Cody’s used to be bearable when they served cocktails but now it is just a place for leachy old men. As I described once to an acquaintance "Bridgend is like a safari park, drive through with the doors locked and the windows shut and you’ll be fine", this especially true on a weekend night

Champers and Quizzes

Yesterday was a revelation in the fact that I found out that my boss also talks to herself. I was there minding my own business just working away of course and then I heard it. The distinct chattering to herself about pieces of paper on her desk. A smile spread across my face and I realised I was not alone.

Also my friend brought to my attention that it is not only words we can’t spell that we have to say out loud in order for them to become clear but also when reading old English. This also requires the reader to speak aloud in order for the words to make sense. Otherwise it becomes a heaped jargon inside your head. The same is also true for some forms of poetry.

We then proceeded to quaff champagne and head down for the pub quiz. Unfortunately our favourite bar man wasn’t there so I couldn’t wangle my friend a free drink for her Birthday. Let me clarify. This man is not our favourite bar man because he is gorgeous and we are in awe of him. He is in fact our favourite bar man because he gives us table service and sometimes free drinks. He is also a very nice guy and you know that if you were in a pickle he would look after you, of course if he wasn’t trying to ply you with drinks.

The quiz was not successful…let me re-phrase…we were not successful at the quiz. We had a number of disagreements with the quiz master. One being over whether pigs can swim or not? I thoroughly believed that Pigs could not swim as they would slit their throats trying, which I am sure I learnt from some trivia when I was little. I ‘Googled’ it this morning though and it turns out that some pigs can swim and really enjoy it. Also another question, which has more bones, the arm or the leg and they are actually equal (although I did think that the leg had more bones). There is one more metacarpal (wrist bone) than there is metatarsals (ankle bone) but this is balanced up by the Patella (knee cap). Silly quiz man! He also has an unhealthy obsession with Arsenal football team, and any sports questions are based upon this, which I think is completely unfair. Not only because I hate football but because it is biased between one sport and also if I did like football I would not choose to support Arsenal. (January 2007)