What happened to 2012?

20 01 2013

So what happened to 2012? I do have a rather good excuse; well, let’s be honest, the truth may have more to do with the fact that I’m a lazy, slovenly old queen (I admit it I’m old – gay years like dog years are in multiples of 7 – I will be turning 252 at my next birthday!). I have, in fact, been doing my professional diploma in marketing via the CIM. So I have been working… slightly… well some times… OK in a huge panic right at the end of the assessment deadline (why do you thing I’m writing this? I have project work I need to get finished).

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An end to another year – roll on 2010!

31 12 2009

So I’m sitting here on yet another New Years Eve with nothing to do and no cash to do it with. So this year I am going to write that cleaning blog entry to make sure that when I look back over 2010 (this time next year) I can at least see what I should have been doing and when I should have done it.

Bristol is getting to me a little. I’m not sure that I have come to love the place. It’s been almost 2 years since I moved here and to be 100% honest, it’s not Brighton. I know that Brighton is a cruel and evil mistress (or in the case of Brighton – a bad female impersonator at one of the salubrious gay dives in St James). I miss Brighton, the over priced flats, bitchy queens, bright flashing lights and even the evil seagulls (Monkey still has waking nightmares about a Brighton Seagull swooping down and attacking him.). So the big question is why don’t we move back to Brighton? Well sadly the biggest reason is the cost of renting/buying a house. We have been looking into getting a flat and settling down (buying chince from Habitat and possibly indulging in the Futon Shop’s ‘are we mad’ sale – which happens every other day!) Sadly for this reason Brighton is out of the question (well apart from when I make my money in the international tofu market). So what is next for me and the Monkey, well we could be looking to make our move up North.

I have already started to look for a new job, which is harder than it seams, I am also booking my first set of driving lessons once I have my provisional licence back. So as we look northward, I start to wonder what the last 10 years of my life I have managed to achieve. I have made some solid friendships (Christa Martin, Andrew Henderson, Claire Potter, Elizabeth Guthrie and others all of whom I know I could always chew the greater part of an ear off if I ever needed it) I have travelled, named a dildo or three and even seen a small Japanese gent shove snooker balls up his arse; but what have I done? I always imagined that I would have seen more of the world, completed the list of 10 things I wanted to do before I turned 30 (Sadly I have done none of it!) Although I have to admit that the best thing for me has been meeting Monkey (If you want to see who I first met him check out this link – http://tinyurl.com/ycw3m5v)

With 2010 now only moments away I have to stop and think about what I want 2010 to bring for me. Well the biggest bit has to be that I want to meet more people – Something that both Monkey and I have out is that Bristol isn’t a great place to meet new people. The ‘Gay’ mile of Bristol is miles away and from what I here, is more like the Bulldog in Brighton (those that live in Brighton will understand what I mean) so how do you make new friends with very little cash – not that I’m saying that all my other friends are a financial drain (well apart from the odd on or two). Well I am going to have to think about that one? I am going to leave it there for the moment – I need to go away and think about what I want from this year, and how I can achieve it.

So goodnight from me and it’s goodnight from ‘im too.

SF xxx





Well Brizzel my Snizzel

31 08 2008

Hello, how have you been?

I know that I have been away for a while but if you let me explain I’m sure that you will forgive me (or maybe not!) So here I am in Bristol, so good they named it…once.

OK I have now moved up from Brighton to the mythical city of Bristol (you will be pleased to note that since I have moved up here Bristol has experienced a mini crime wave of stabbings and ‘vile gays in bushes’, honest it has NOTHING to do with me!) The new job is going well and I have now found a soul mate or two in the lovely (read that is cantankerous and bitchy) Lauren (think Wednesday Addams and you almost have her!), beautiful Helen (what she can do with paper mashie would make your eyes water), Caroline (pirate pete to her friends) and all the other freaks and weirdo’s that I have to work with. The job is very similar to the last one (sans the dildos and lube and replaced with Hot Chocolate and Cookies) sadly as a vegan I can’t eat the Cookies (don’t worry Monkey has now put on about half a stone due to my feeder tendencies and we may well be feasting on suckling Monkey come Christmas) but I get to feed frappes (or fraps as we in the trade like to call them!) to everyone else. Those who have worked with me will know what I am like (feeder? who, me?) and a warehouse filled with cookies and hot chocolate will only mean that by the time I leave I’m sure most people will have put on at least 2 stone!

So what about the new flat? Well we live in a place that Monkey refers to as ‘the gay balamory flats’ which to be honest they are a little like. The flat also has a nasty infestation of ‘Gayz’ as we homos like to call them. It may well be the mythical place that ‘Gayz’ come to die (or should that be ‘dye’) and Monkey has already started to stalk the possible ‘Gayz’ in the flat below (they like to wear very little while parading about their front room – which when you consider that they are on the ground floor over looking the road is quite ‘Gayz’) We have 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms (I know, I now have no excuse for not having a shower or bath!) but sadly it does have a down side (well something that Monkey doesn’t like) the Kitchen is in the same room as the living room which is a big downer for him (although he likes the fact that he gets his cups of tea quicker than before.) The move from the old flat was quite heartbreaking, it was the first flat that I had ever been proud to invite people round too – well if you had seen the main living room with is 18ft ceiling and balcony with sea views – you would under stand. I didn’t become a ‘grumpy git’ during the move – which as Monkey was going to leave me on the side of the road if I pissed him off, was quite a relief. It sill amazes me that we had so much tat in the old flat (we binned 18 bags of rubbish – and I mean rubbish). I will miss Brighton, but I know that someday we will go back (although not until we can afford to live their!)

So what does Bristol have in store for me? Well seeing as it has rained for most of this month and it looks like it will keep raining for the foreseeable future (how long is a cubit? I may need to build an ark!) So my Big Brizzel adventure begins here!

With delusions of grandeur

SF xxx

PS Thanks to Christa for getting me hooked on Sia