Highlights must include finally finishing uni, after blagging my way through four years, a dissertation, research project and 5 exams; I can conclusively say I got a first!!! Ok that is purely in that it is my first degree that I have, and will, ever complete, making it in its self a first and that therefore is all that needs to be said about grades and any other dirty words you may think of to bring down my high!!
Finished three days ago and will let you know when I sober up and we are all safe of such imagery!!
Other than that I have acquired myself a new roomie, not one of the stinky boy variety I'm pleased to say, but one of the long lost friends from college variety. Her name is Jodie and as I'm sure you can ascertain when we are together it is nothing but intellectual, serious debate after debate, constantly putting the world to rights and political discussions are rife...
...Though today I was a teeny bit perturbed to arrive home to The Star and The Sun, now for all my Heat & OK loving need for gossip I'm not sure even I'd go that far.....could the honey moon period be over....or is it perhaps that we are being infiltrated by her man and his love of foot ball (and most probably scantily clad ladies)....?!?
I have been on few...er....interesting dates since I last ranted to you all-
-One consisting of a bathroom cabinet FULL of baby oil and condoms....its not my perfect combination but each to their own and all...just not on my second date please, I'd like to think I'm still a little bit of an old fashioned kinda gal.
-Another date gate crashed my girlie lunch then proceeded to tell me of the joys of hunting.
Needless to say I have not found my next big romance with either of those charming chaps. However of late Soldier boy has been back in touch, not that he was ever particularly not bless him, and it seems he's headed back to these fair shores, the verdict is out on what to do about that humdinger, though no doubt the conundrum will be further discussed here.
Speaking of love, the marvellous Miss Brodie and myself went on a day of educational fun through London town in Feb, and after indulging in a bit of light paedophilic theatre, (a popular choice for a matinee- especially with the geriatric years it would seem....rather disturbingly....all the more disturbing during the sex scene....mmm) a few art galleries and a typical ladies what lunch session, what should we stumble across but Piccadilly’s answer to Woodstock.
Evidently we've had enough of the commercialism behind Valentines Day and have decided to RECLAIM LOVE, or, get dressed up, hippy and high in the streets of London all the while indulging in some crazy dancing, fire throwing and light graffiti. LOVE IT! So Reclaim Love we di
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two surrey gals with heels and handbags fitting right in damn it...
Have also been to St Tropez to visit my darling Emily...Twice....martyr that I am off there next week as well, poor me, must I slum it, and so soon after my exams, what ever happened to celebrating?! Perhaps I should share my agony in its entirety upon my return, but for now I will leave you with this (taken in Feb).
Pray for me
