it's my birthday week!

I had a shitty birthday last year so this year I am going for gold. A day at a spa, dinner at an awesome restaurant, afternoon tea with Emily and a new jumper.

In fact this week is going to be such an awesome birthday week I am going to take many pictures with my camera.

I tried to get Jamie to buy me a pair of £300 boots but he just laughed, his birthday generosity apparently doesn't extend that far.

xxx

Today was a sad day

We got some bad news today, a friend of ours passed away unexpectedly and it has made me very sad. I'm not sure if it's because it is so close to Pop passing away or if because our friend was so young and it was so sudden.  It made me think that life is so short and l need to appreciate each day and it made me give Mackay about a hundred more kisses and cuddles that I usually do.

R.I.P Tommy.  My loving thoughts go out to his parents, family and friends.

Promotion

Last night I trotted off to my swimming class and the head instructor, who  I will call Mean Mark (because his name is Mark and he is mean) took one look at me swimming and put me in the advanced class, skipping the improvers class entirely. To be honest I knew I had outgrown the beginners class given that I could now put my head underwater and lift my feet off the ground. Also there is one guy in the beginners class who has achieved the remarkable skill of kicking his legs and looking like he is swimming but going absolutely nowhere, like Road Runner before he runs away from coyote. It really is an amazing thing.

I was shocked but i didn't want to cross Mean Mark because he is well mean, so now I am in the advanced class, we did backstroke last night and I was bad,  I did manage to do a backstroke turn but i got a lot of water up my nose and spluttered a whole lot. And when I say I am a  bad swimmer I am not saying it out of false modesty, I have seen good swimmers, my sister is one, my mum is one, good swimmers have lapped me in the pool, many times. I am a bad swimmer, only in London would I be in the advanced class.

Who knows what Mean Mark has up his sleeve for me next week? he will have probably entered me into the olympics.  I did ask for a demotion at the end of class, but he said to me 'Where are you from?'  I said 'New Zealand' and he said 'You should be in the advanced class, all you people can swim.' Totally racist and I hardly think an accent is an accurate measure of swimming ability.

If you want to waste a few minutes

A local resident has got fed up with the council not emptying the bins in the street so he has set up a camera to capture the council slackness and instead ha recorded such gems as lady falling over and man going for a pee. Cracked me up, he has a lot of time on his hands.

bin cam website

This bin is just up the road from me, what could i do to get myself on bin cam? It would somehow have to involve mackay. Maybe we could do some interpretative dance, we have quite a good routine we have been working on for a few weeks. any suggestions welcome

And the next one goes down

Now jamie is sick, and although most of the time i think he is a hypochondriac he looks like he has been run over by a train so he really is sick. But not me, I have SUPER IMMUNITY when it comes to viruses, it's the colds that get me.

Usually i am quite good at taking care of Jamie but I just couldn't be bothered so i just let him sleep in bed and bought him some paracetamol when I heard a groan.

it's a dog eat dog world in our house when you are on your sick you are on your own. unless you are mackay then you get the gold star treatment.

we need to talk about kevin trailer

freaky!



freakier!

Which are you?

So i have two types of friends, the type that will think this is awesome (I suspect Ida and my sister) and the type that think I am weird for thinking this is awesome (Jamie definitely thinks i am weird)

So anyway my friend Emily's friend Siobhan told her about the most awesome iphone app called Grindr. Let me paint you a picture, you are a gay, bi or curious man out on the town and have a need for a little ahem, action, you can't be bothered going to a club and picking someone up, so what do you do? You logon to the iphone app Grindr which will use your location to tell you where are other gay, bi or curious guys in your neighbourhood looking to hook up. And just when you thought it couldn't get any  better,  it sends you a picture of your intended hook up. It's gay cruising for the 21st century! It ends the need to hide behind bushes in the park (George Michael will be disappointed) this is definitely what Steve Jobs (RIP) thought the iphone should be used for when he invented it.

So do you think this is awesome? opinions please

xxxx
p.s in case you are wondering whether I have downloaded it or not, I am working on it

so this week

Mackay is sick with a fever and other related childhood illnesses so we are house bound for a little while. Jamie has been kicked out of our bed and Mackay has moved in.  Hopefully just for one night, poor little guy is not well so he needs his Mummy close. Also he just did a massive liquid poo in the bath. I sometimes wonder if in 20 years Mackay will be reading this and get embarrassed. But really, I'm sure we've all pooed in the bath at one time or another. I definitely have, but that's a story for another time.

Also i have deleted my Facebook account, so if you try to stalk me on Facebook and you can't find me i have def-riended you i have just severed my ties with social networking.  I can't be bothered with it anymore and I'm on it way too much so I have removed the temptation.  But this has a double bonus that now you will have to check here more often as there won't be any pictures of Mackay on Facebook and you won't get any information from my life from my status updates.

Also my swimming coach (the spanish James Franco) has quit as our swimming instructor I think we were to much of a hopeless cause. Anyway we haven't got a new coach yet and so my progress has been somewhat limited. As in I am making none. So my friend Aaron has kindly agreed to help me with the finer points of swimming (e.g. the basics) as all i know how to do is to blow out underwater and I thought once I mastered that the rest would come kind of naturally, well it hasn't so i need more one on
one tuition.

Lastly the pub up the road has a curry and Karaoke night which they call 'Wednesday Curryaoke' Every time I walk past the sign I laugh.