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This one time at band camp….

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So in the wake of the Harvey Weinstein or whatever his names is, scandal – many more allegations have come to light.  Kevin Spacey is being erased from his latest movie. People have had their knee touched at Westminster and now Aled Jones is being investigated for pestering someone via text over a decade ago.

Aled Jones? FFS!  What next? Alan Titchmarsh trimmed my bush shocker!

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Well hello…

What does everyone make of all this?

It’s one thing to force someone into a sex act or have them undress for you for no reason or promise you work in exchange for sexual favours. However, should we all start bringing up every last drunken bumbling teenage feel-up or inappropriate text after a beer too many?  Feign to deny we haven’t all been suggestive or flirtily over-familiar from time to time. My friends and I send inappropriate texts and messages all the time. Calling each other cunts  and making lewd gags.

I heard a story about a guy who twice asked out a work colleague but was rebuffed both times.  She has since brought a harassment claim over it.  For goodness sake?  Unless of course the texts were sexually threatening – I think that’s going a bit too far.

I once get felt up by a teenage suitor on a walk back from Sainsbury’s.  Lad tried to stick his hand down the back of my knickers.  I’ve looked him up on Linkedin and it seems he’s some kind of car salesman (can’t say I’m surprised).  Had he become a wealthy celebrity perhaps I’d be more likely to bring that all back up and file a lawsuit.

Where will it end?

I think we need more stories of people meeting celebrities who were nice to them. Or perhaps celebs putting in claims against the general public.


An old friend and I once chased Dermot O’ Leary down Clapham High Street when he was in his T4 VW Beetle.  I fully expect to receive a court summons anytime soon and will be disappointed if I don’t.  It was the same night I heckled Paul Oakenfold doing a gig on Clapham Common.  I kept shouting at him to do
‘Don’t you Want Me Baby’ andTogether in Electric Dreams’ (I was in an alcohol-fuelled confusion at the time of who he was.

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 These are not the same person

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Nottingham shenanigans

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Spent Saturday night in Nottingham on another ghost hunt.  Mock me if you wish, but they can be very entertaining and it’s cheaper than going to the pub. It also means I can get to explore places not usually open to the public, or if they are – how much more fun is it to rake about in them after dark?
We arrived at the hotel – Park Inn by Radisson and I was very excited to realise it included a full breakfast buffet (I’m easily pleased).  My pal hadn’t eaten, so once we’d checked in and found our room we headed to the restaurant so she could eat before our long night ahead.  She was concerned we might look a little geekish in our matching Paranormal Investigator hoodies but she needn’t have worried.  We were about the only guests there who weren’t part of a Science Fiction literature and art conference.  By a country mile, we were most certainly NOT the geekiest people in the hotel!

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After an Anneka Rice Treasure Hunt style car journey and musical car parks, we finally arrived a fashionable 30 minutes late to the Galleries of Justice in the centre of Nottingham.  We hadn’t missed much and I found out lots of interesting history about the place from the security dude while I waited for my pal to park up.

It was the usual fare of,  “Is there anybody there?”. Except we weren’t allowed to say the word “anybody” in case we invited in demagorgons from another realm or something.  We were having a go on a ouija board, (which usually bore me to death), it’s all ideomotor effect let’s face it.  Nothing much was happening.  It was all rather,  “Ready to order Madam?” Julie Walters Two Soups.  Lol.
One of the event staff asked if we were getting anything.  When we said it was all moving rather slowly (like a glacier), he said
“Right, well I’ll tell you now, it’s an 8 year old girl in a white nightie with long blonde hair and she’s called Abigail.”  I asked him how he knew that and was told, Because while you’re on that board, I’m talking to them all”.
I did point out that we were wasting our time then sat in the dark with our fingers stuck to a glass, talking to ourselves, if supposedly he had all the gen already.  It was a bit of a Shirley Ghostman
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I was mostly looking forward to exploring the extensive underground cave system that runs underneath NottinghamI had no idea it was so massive?  I thought it would be like Sunbridge Wells in Bradford. 

Fascinating stuff.  You should check it out.  Although after having gone in the dead of night,  wandering about with torches off and laser grids on, I expect it’s not as thrilling in the daytime when full of tourists and school parties.

I bottled a chance to do a lone vigil in a pitch black cell, but my pal had a go (and a snooze).  I did learn that a fart in an oubliette is a bit echoey and that eating cheese on toast for supper makes my belly make very strange noises in the dead of night that tend to alarm people in the dark.
My friend learned that she needs to tighten the straps on her swimsuit to avoid any Janet Jackson at the Superbowl type incidents. (I hasten to add that weren’t in swimsuits in the caves at 4am – this was the next day at the hotel).
We shared a hotel lift with Adrian Tchaikovsky who kindly pointed us in the direction of the pool and we almost got a job clearing a house of an unwanted spirit, but my friend wasn’t quick enough off the mark to take on the job.  I blame 4 hours sleep for impairing her business sensibilities*.

So, despite not encountering anything remotely ghostlike, never mind demons from another realm – at best a few flickery lights, doubtless due to dodgy wiring and an odd feeling in the claustrophobic locked dungeon cell – we had a fun, but spiritually uneventful, night.  Funnily enough, nothing like the episode of ‘Most Haunted’ where it was all objects being thrown (**cough, ahem Karl**) and lifts stopping and starting.

The only thing we almost brought home was someone else’s mattress, when one almost landed on the windshield as we drove out of Nottingham.  True story!

Next stop on our Ghost Adventures will be Knottingley Town Hall in February and a revisit to the infamous East Drive house in March for a sleepover.

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I think he can hear you Ray

 

Sleep tight y’all.

Ciao Tutti Xx

 

* FYI we charge reasonable rates and no storage fees

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Clothes maketh the man (unless they’re massive or shit)

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Bman has a new uniform at work.  This apparently includes a ladies twin-set and trousers so long that I’m struggling to turn them up (no wonderweb wide enough), so have had to ask a seamstress friend to have a go on the old Singer.  As for the shirts?  Dear lord. He ordered a size too big (fearing inferior material would mean they would surely shrink in the wash).  I’m not saying they’re enormous but Billy Smart called and asked for his Big Top back! FFS!
Pretty sure that while I was ironing one of them, there was woman in a spangled leotard swinging from armpit to armpit on a swing!

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Meanwhile I ordered a polka dot dress on Ebay to wear next Friday for Children in Need at work.  It came on Thursday and to be honest I’ve seen and felt better quality Halloween costumes in Poundland.  If you wore it too close to a radiator on full whack, it’d probably melt…So that’s going back.  The seller had the balls to ask if I’d accept a 20% refund and just keep it.  WTF?  And use it for what exactly?  Bman’s got more substantial quality bags for life in his car than this thing. 

Why is everything just shit?  Nobody can be arsed anymore.  So annoying.

I bought a super bright torch recently, also from ebay. Wanted to use it for my ghosthunting excursions.  Well, considering it was meant to be 15,000 lumens, the fucker doesn’t light up at all because no batteries known to man fit the bastard thing!  Listed as taking 3xAAAs.  Nope! Looks as though it should be 1xC battery.  No. Too narrow.   Again, requested a refund and was asked if I’d accept a partial refund. Erm No. I want all my money back thank you very much.  I would have quite liked a torch that shone at 15,000 lumens rather than a useless shell, but hey ho.

So tonight when I’m raking about at the Galleries of Justice in Nottingham with Dr Venkman, my ghostbusting pal,  I shall have to rely on my bog standard pocket torch.

Ciao MoFos xX

 

Still going a day at a time

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Felt rather bleurghhhh toward the end of the week, and I can’t really say why. Just like everything is just a bit shit and you miss your mates and feel a bit lonely even though you’re surrounded by noise all day, every day.

I shall try convey what I mean via the medium of meme.  I feel that meme is the way forward for teaching too. I already feel like I impart knowledge via Youtube clips these days.

I feel marginally better for spending £30 on ingredients to make a Christmas cake. Cheaper to buy one I know, but I do kind of like making them.

Also, when in doubt and life feels a bit crap… have a bubble bath. (Dont bother zooming in to see if there’s a reflection of my growler in the bath fixture – I already checked. We’re all good.)

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They’re my knees not my tits

We thought of it first – not the Yanks.

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Going for a Breaking Bad vibe this year


It’s Halloween MoFos.

Am so glamorous

Cue, an evening of Stranger Things, Most Haunted, Ghost Chasers and handing out sweeties to the natives, whilst hoping they don’t recognise me in my Breaking Bad hazmat guise.

Joker. Eleven & ‘A’


Bman’s idea of getting rid of a box of year-old bonfire toffee by wrapping it up clingfilm in chunks, seemed to work. Quite possibly because, in dim light, it bore an uncanny resemblance to eighth deals of resin.
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There may be some disappointed teens in a bus shelter somewhere wondering why it won’t burn.

All gone quiet now. So time for some Hocus Pocus and to raid my kid’s sweetie haul.

Blessed be!

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We’re off to never-never land

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Been a while.  Sorry. I’ve been very busy training to better myself. 
I spent half-term week travelling to Skipton every day, having to get up earlier than I would on a work day. A 40 minute train journey then a 20 minute walk (very nice, along the canal thank you) to a hotel, where I spent the day, every day with 9 strangers, training to be a bona-fide swimming instructor.  In the morning – death by Powerpoint trying to train my brain to remember lots of stuff about human anatomy, numbers of vertebrae and different swim strokes, techniques & density of different types of water etc.  In the afternoon – poolside or in the water, trying not to annoy the hotel residents as we tested our teaching styles on each other under the eagle eye of our tutor.

There was laughter, lots of eye-rolling, some tears and panics. Lots of cups of lukewarm tea and coffee.  An impromptu science lesson on how leaving a pasty in front of the window in the weak October sunlight will not, in fact, cook it  (don’t ask). And I have a new adopted 17 year old daughter and two new 16 year old swim teaching colleagues who have, between them, changed my view on the general uselessness of teenagers today.

Despite the distraction of being assessed on Friday by not one, not two, but three other tutors (one of whom was indecently attractive), we all passed!  I can now pluck casualties from the water and teach anyone to swim (not just in a school setting).  Bring it on (and way to go me!)

Knackering week – but well worth it.

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On Saturday I went to see Metallica with my brother. Yeah you heard me – Metallica!  I won’t lie, despite liking some of their old stuff, I wasn’t sure I could deal with 2 hours of them live.  But I could and I did.  It was an amazing show. We loved it!  They even did a quick rendition of ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’ and some Joy Division as a bit of an homage to Manchester.

 

Top night!  Well worth it.

Lovely Sunday morning spent with the Fam at my sister’s, celebrating my mum’s birthday and then back to Sadford ready to get back to the grindstone.

Only 7 weeks until we break up again.

Not that I’m counting…

 

The day I married my BFFs daughter

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No ghost chasing this weekend.  Just strangeness and fun of a different kind.  

Some months ago while off work and unstable (more than usual) of mind – I agreed to act as wedding celebrant to my pal’s daughter, who wanted a pagan/humanist service in Robin Hood’s Bay.

Yesterday was that day.

Am not a big fan of weddings. Am a bit too unsociable and socially awkward to deal with such a diverse section of people.  This one was going to be full of Dungeons and Dragon fanatic LARPing, scientist types. I was also going to have to remain sober. Not least because of being sponsored to stay sober for October (feel free to sponsor me GoSober).

Elderflower cordial is lovely. But it tastes even better with a dash of gin.  So, hopped up on anti-anxiety meds and herbal Kalms, I cracked on.

Unusual to ever meet another Kit, let alone be at the same wedding party as one. We would not have been mistaken for one another though, for shizzle.

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It was windy as hell, what with the venue being outside, looking out over the beautiful Robin Hood’s Bay. There were robes and feathers blowing akimbo.

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I had to tether some of the props down with chains and at one point had to send the best man running across the lawn to stop a sheet of my script disappearing out to sea.  Luckily he caught it, otherwise it would have been a much shorter ceremony.
“Good afternoon and welcome….
and……may I present the new Mr and Mrs Edwards”

Done!

My lime and soda blew over and left a huge wet stain on the ground where I was to do my Celebrant bit. I hope nobody thought I had pissed myself.  Am sure nobody saw.  Hopefully it was obscured by the dude doing the reading from a Midsummer Night’s Dream, dressed in a fishing net festooned with party poppers. (Thank goodness I chose at last minute not to wear mine! #awks)

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Despite being offered more sponsorship to break my sobriety, I stuck to the elderflower juice and survived. Making good my escape on the bus back to Scarborough as the wine began to kick in for everyone else. Next a train to Leeds and another one to Sadford – a chatty taxi journey and I was on my PJs in the house by 8:15pm.

A long day. But successful in the end.

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Do not eat the rustic name cards 

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Gene Genie & Bollyknickers ride again (I miss this one) #itsnotatinycrown