OK, so it was only a matter of time before the Olympics blog reared it's head, and here it is. With the buzz of the Olympics building over the last few years, and then the utter madness as the last couple of weeks were counting down to the opening ceremony, I wasn't exactly the strongest supporter of London 2012. Not that I was anti-Olympics in any way, just that it was getting a bit too much to take in.
So 9.00pm Friday 27th July came and the opening ceremony began, and with a glass of Pimms in hand me and Stewart watched the ceremony unfold in a slightly tipsy state. And what a freaking ceremony it was! Of course there's that potential 'I'm British' bias and whatnot, but it was a spectacular display, absolutely amazing story, stage, and atmosphere. The buzz in the bar we were in was brilliant, with everyone just enjoying the spirit of it all and having a good time. As the countries all came out in order I cheered for all my Topshop countries (Go Canada! Go Israel! Go Czech! Go Poland! Go Slovenia!) and then of course went mental for Team GB. I'm not sure I've ever felt so patriotic.
And so suddenly I'm an absolute Olympic convert. A complete mentalist who has been hooked to every single event no matter whether I know the event or not. Cycling, archery, women's beach volleyball, sailing, table tennis, boxing, dressage, swimming, diving, gymnastics, tennis, shooting. I don't even know the rules to most of them but I'm glued to the screen and getting very excited indeed. In fact just now I got quite emotional when the men's team gymnastics crept into silver place unexpectedly! (the Japanese appealed though and we went back down to bronze, still good, but I'm a bit anti-Japan right now...). I'm shouting at the TV, my arms are going in the air. THIS IS SPORT! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?! and it's only day 3!!
I've literally planned my evenings around watching as many events as possible. I actually have a schedule. Tonight I started watching when I got home at 5.40. I'll watch until 9pm when I'll pop to the gym for a workout (now more than ever I want the body of an athlete...) and then back for more viewing when I get back. I should be able to cram another couple hours in between gym and bed. Literally obsessed. I now just need them to re-release some of those spare tickets so I can actually go and watch them. I would probably die.
Anyways, writing this is clearly getting in the way of my Olympic viewing. Go watch and support Team GB everyone. Feeling so very proud right now.
That is all.
Monday, 30 July 2012
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
What's love got to do with it?
An advert has just been on TV for one of those websites that promises you'll find your 'match made in heaven' or whatnot, with some lost soul wanting to find love again as she doesn't want to be the only singleton at dinner parties full of couples. My first thought at this was that this woman is clearly a moron and if I knew her I wouldn't even invite her to dinner parties so she'd have nothing to worry about. But then it got me into thinking mode about the big old search for true love that everyone seems so obsessed with. I just don't get it. Is this what life is really all about?
No-one really knows why we're on this planet, what the meaning of life is, blah blah blah, but is finding the love the closest thing we have to a purpose? And if so why am I not really bothered about it? It's not like I'm scared of commitment, I don't want to be free and single so I can go sleeping around with anyone and everyone, and I'm not a career obsessed loon with my job being my whole life, so why haven't I got the desire to find true love? The man of my dreams? My soulmate? And so on.
Maybe I'm just being the gloomy face of life and love. Maybe after 8 years or so of long-term relationships I'm just being sceptical about them, expecting perfection and not seeing past the flaws and things that can make relationships hard work and therefore not worth the effort. Maybe I'm no longer prepared to settle for anything that isn't just spot on. Maybe I'm just a weirdo. Yes, I like to check out hotties wherever I go (especially at the gym), yes, I love a bit of attention from a cute guy who can make me laugh, but if I was to think of it any further down the line I just, well, I just don't see it further down the line, it just wouldn't work. Why? It just wouldn't, I know it wouldn't, and I wouldn't want it to. Maybe I have some kind of self-destructive cycle thing going on. Too many maybes.
In the time it's taken me to write this that advert has just come on again. "It would be really nice to fall in love again" she says. Nice. Nice? Having a bath is nice. Going for a glass of wine is nice. Is that what finding love is? Nice? Just something on this week's to do list? Buy food; do laundry; fall in love. Is finding love just really about going through the motions? I just don't really don't get it at all.
I do know, however, that they NEED to stop having so many adverts about dating websites everywhere.
That is all.
No-one really knows why we're on this planet, what the meaning of life is, blah blah blah, but is finding the love the closest thing we have to a purpose? And if so why am I not really bothered about it? It's not like I'm scared of commitment, I don't want to be free and single so I can go sleeping around with anyone and everyone, and I'm not a career obsessed loon with my job being my whole life, so why haven't I got the desire to find true love? The man of my dreams? My soulmate? And so on.
Maybe I'm just being the gloomy face of life and love. Maybe after 8 years or so of long-term relationships I'm just being sceptical about them, expecting perfection and not seeing past the flaws and things that can make relationships hard work and therefore not worth the effort. Maybe I'm no longer prepared to settle for anything that isn't just spot on. Maybe I'm just a weirdo. Yes, I like to check out hotties wherever I go (especially at the gym), yes, I love a bit of attention from a cute guy who can make me laugh, but if I was to think of it any further down the line I just, well, I just don't see it further down the line, it just wouldn't work. Why? It just wouldn't, I know it wouldn't, and I wouldn't want it to. Maybe I have some kind of self-destructive cycle thing going on. Too many maybes.
In the time it's taken me to write this that advert has just come on again. "It would be really nice to fall in love again" she says. Nice. Nice? Having a bath is nice. Going for a glass of wine is nice. Is that what finding love is? Nice? Just something on this week's to do list? Buy food; do laundry; fall in love. Is finding love just really about going through the motions? I just don't really don't get it at all.
I do know, however, that they NEED to stop having so many adverts about dating websites everywhere.
That is all.
Monday, 9 July 2012
Go on, entertain me.
OK, so my post holiday blues may have long gone, but the weather is still ridiculous, I'm still as poor as ever, and I still feel like I need something a little extra in my life. A distraction, that's what I need. No, lots of distractions, that's the answer, lots and lots of things to do. I may have said in the past that distractions are just things we use to get away from ourselves, but I think that's just what I need right now.
So, where to start? Well New York is all booked for the end of August (44 days and counting...) so that's my next big thing to look forward to, but what about in the mean time? I've decided I'm back to square one in the 'I neither need nor want a man in my life' plan so a man-shaped distraction is off the cards. I do need a money making project of some sort but so far all I've managed to do is apply for Deal or No Deal (I have actually applied, the show is my secret guilty pleasure so I hope I hear back from them!! Love you Noel! DEAL!!!). Anyway that isn't really a sound-proof money making plan. Also, since the completion of my Beano chair and table, I've no crafty type project either.
Basically I need someone to tell me what to do, or to entertain me. I need a life PA. I mean I could make a list of things to do myself (I do love a good list...) and structure some sort of distraction plan, but obviously that isn't happening. I really want to do lots and lots of different things, but I'm just too lazy to sort it all out. It's a very difficult situation to be in, it's not easy being me.
Fine, I'm being too lazy. I'll make the list and start doing stuff. Watch this space, my next exciting blog could be about me doing something truly amazing. Prepare yourself...
That is all.
So, where to start? Well New York is all booked for the end of August (44 days and counting...) so that's my next big thing to look forward to, but what about in the mean time? I've decided I'm back to square one in the 'I neither need nor want a man in my life' plan so a man-shaped distraction is off the cards. I do need a money making project of some sort but so far all I've managed to do is apply for Deal or No Deal (I have actually applied, the show is my secret guilty pleasure so I hope I hear back from them!! Love you Noel! DEAL!!!). Anyway that isn't really a sound-proof money making plan. Also, since the completion of my Beano chair and table, I've no crafty type project either.
Basically I need someone to tell me what to do, or to entertain me. I need a life PA. I mean I could make a list of things to do myself (I do love a good list...) and structure some sort of distraction plan, but obviously that isn't happening. I really want to do lots and lots of different things, but I'm just too lazy to sort it all out. It's a very difficult situation to be in, it's not easy being me.
Fine, I'm being too lazy. I'll make the list and start doing stuff. Watch this space, my next exciting blog could be about me doing something truly amazing. Prepare yourself...
That is all.
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