I suppose I should be all topical and mention the election: labour won, my, that was a shocker.

I was going to get a geek-ware t-shirt printed up, with some probably boob-related quote on it given my mammary obsession but I bet it would look too much like all the other sloganed t-shirts that are "in" now. There are all these spotty 13/14 years olds milling about with "All this and my dad is loaded", "Boys wanted: no experience necessary" and "Stop just looking and buy me a drink" emblazoned across their chests. Jeez. Even someone claiming to wear it "ironically" is scary. The fact that someone would wear these tshirts says more about them than the crappy little slogan will ever do.

Had tapas for lunch and it was so good - but now I stink of garlic. One of the people I was eating with, started talking to the non-english-speaking chef and wanted me to translate. Unlikely. Perhaps I should re-learn spanish in the same way Scara is re-learning german and we could be a multi-lingual site. Dónde está el pescado con un ojo y quebrada una pierna? Está en mis pantalones?

Time is just a bit messed up for me at the moment I think: I feel like I have been in Leeds for so long, not just the year, and I feel like I have been shacked up with my other half for a life time and I find it hard to remember a time without him. But simultaneously, the summer before I met him (1997), TheBestSummerOfMyLife (tm), sometimes seems so close because I remember so much of it, in such incredible detail and I keep having nostalgia moments with my best friend from back then on IRC. Maybe I am being sucked into a black hole and time is being randomly being sucked from, and spewed back into the universe. Stranger things have happened I guess...

Speaking of Top of the Pops, apparently after I mentioned 99 Red Balloons in my last entry, bAckline has been singing it constantly so this time I am going to mention some really lame tunes to see if he sings them (to those forced to listen to him, please let me know if he does) - I remember, when I was 8, learning a dance routine to "I should be so lucky" by Kylie and although that was pretty sad, it wasn't The Wurzels "I've got a brand new combine harvester" or anything... Haha.

Anyway, I got all "the book is far better than the film" about Running Man because, well, it is, and considering the current rash of reality game shows, it is frighteningly contemporary too. I prefer the Bachman novels to Stephen King's other stuff anyday because I'm a big wuss who doesn't like the scary bits.

Have watched a myriad of 80s pap films over the last few days including "Teen Wolf" on the Sci-fi channel (question: just where are the FBI/CIA/General Secret Government Types? Wouldn't they be carrying out experiments on these openly out-of-the-fur-closet werewolfs?) and my video of "The Legend of Billie Jean" - a film so bad, to the best of my knowledge, it has never been released on video and has only been on TV one time. You can not say a film is bad until you have 'Billie Jean' to compare it too. Just don't ask why I have it on video...

Anyway, have had a cool couple of work free days (in the middle of a 5 day break). Went on a great long bike ride (about 10miles altogether) on Friday and whilst am a tad saddle-sore, am otherwise unhurt from it. Yesterday, went out for lunch as usual and found some cool paper in a chinese supermarket before we went up to a record fair in a place we have never been to before.

We felt a bit stiffed because we got there about 3.20 and paid our £2 admission before realising it finished at 4 and everyone started packing up about 3.40. But, £2 is only £2 when you consider the gems we found : Judge Ruffneck got Nena's 99 red balloons on vinyl (something he has wanted for ages -- join with me in loud tutting in his general direction) and I got the theme from the film I was going on about in the last entry ("The Legend of Billie Jean") - Invicible by Pat Benatar. It is so classy that I was **amazed** that it was in the 4 for a quid section... We also bought some Madness, Clash, the Cure and Barenaked Ladies to redeem ourselves (slightly).

Still, it's a sunny day and I'm going out for my tea so it isn't all bad.

Just the Battleships with a parent part.

And the Chinese Checkers bit.

**she bows her head so far with embarrassment that it loops back up on itself**

I had planned to have this whole conversation thing on Monday and was looking forward to a nice relaxing Friday afternoon in the meantime but now I have to read this report and do work. Dammit. You'd think that is what they paid me for.

My boss is weird though. He knew, and said he knew I was on a course today but still phoned me at least once (I was in the office having some lunch), saying he didn't think he would catch me. Umm, so why did he phone then?

On other matters, tried on a dress on Saturday in a teeny-tiny changing room and nearly got stuck trying to take it off again (damn boobs once more). Thought I was really stuck, with my arms and most of the dress above my head, and was going to have to get really embarrassed by either having to rip the dress or get someone to help me. So embarrassing. Think it is some sorta karma for trying to be all girly when the world must want me to stay a scruffy jeans wearing grrl-geek. Bought the dress anyway **grin**