Come Join Me

So the other day it was arranged that Sat night we girls will head out. I wasn’t going to be in London town, but if it was all going ahead, I’ll come back for sure. Fast forward to Saturday afternoon and I'm packing my things for my return to London. Text to see if it was all going ahead, as I didn't want to get an early train if nothing was happening. I got the thumbs up for after 9pm and told that I’d get a call at 6pm. I gathered my bits and made my way to the train for 6:17pm. Couldn’t get through to my friend, but thought I’d better get on the train. Finally got a text that they didn't want to head out late and they might head to their local, which is nowhere local to me. Slightly fuming inside as I could have stayed where I was, but due to many events in my life, I geared myself up for this night out so felt let down. But hey! Let’s not show it. I got back to my empty flat, got my pear cider out and was grooving to Radio 1's Trevor Nelson show. I was having t

Every so often I am asked by various people, 'Do you have a boyfriend?' follow by 'How come you're single?' The first answer is No. But then I never really know how to answer the following. I say I'm too busy, or I'm not looking. Then they ask why? err....er.. I hesitate before they then ask, 'Whats your type/into?'. Now i don't really understand this. My dating experience is few and far between. Throughout school I was every guys friend. (not a tom boy though) and general couldn't care less about having a boy friend then, and a little now. If I'm asked out on a date, i sometimes accept, THEN I decide what I like and Don't like about that person; if they were to be my boy friend. (No one has yet qualified to round 2). Being 25 now, I still carry my single status; which doesn't bother me as it does my family and friends. But I guess when you have always been single, it becomes a life style. I can do what i want,when I want

I sometimes think, if i vanish, which of my friends will notice? I like my friends, don't get me wrong. But I have discovered that I'm the 'Pleaser'. You know? The one that's always making the effort, sending a random text to see how they are, the entertainer; keeping the laughing at my own expense. Always there to help out if needed... but none of this seems to be returned. Not that I mind too much, it's just taught me to take a step back and not go out of my way all the time. Think of No.1 first. Ill note the other type of 'What kind of Friend are you' one by one. But for now, that's all.

Welcome to my new Blogg. Im not fully sure how this works, but its been on my mind for quite some time to start one. I was speaking to my dad about him having one at Christmas, even though he is not technically sound; he'd had written a book and I thought he could post sections of it online and get people interested in what he had written. Unfortuantly, he passed away at the end of Janurary and nothing came of the adventure we had to further speak about. So, here I am on this pissy, rainy evening; starting my Blogg. It will feature my general thoughts of daily activities (only those worth mentioning-i dont want to bore you), events that Ive been to (including auditions and castings),thoughts in my head about life (a bit like my personal diary,though EVERYONE is reading it) and in Honour to my late father; bits and bobs from his book: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hip-Replacement-Kettering-General-Hospital/dp/1409281442/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1308601442&sr=1-4