schmalentines

party season

Men in tuxedos on the tube, girls in posh frocks hailing taxis and me not dressed up becouse I have no where to go.

what was he thinking ?

Did he really think that shouting "Oi! BIG TITS!" at me was going to make me think, 'Wow what a wonderful complement! I think I'll stop and have a chat and maybe give him my number !'

Some men are such fucking idiots.

goo

There is a baby in my office. It keeps running up and down the room while his mum has a chat with her former boss. I hate it when people bring their kids in while on materninty leave.

Oh look, now he's rolling around on the floor . . . now he's crawling after his mum . . .pulling himself up on the filing cabinet.

He's quite cute really.

I'm just being miserable becouse I'm jealous (can anyone else hear that ticking noise?).

I think he's trying to engage us in conversation.

Ahh babies...I mean ugh babies !

another one bites the dust

Anne is now officaly 'loved up' with the bloke she has been mooning over for 4 years.
It's now down to me, OHT & Helen (who is too busy writing her Masters disertation to care).

weddings

Everyone at work is getting married. Michelle has just come back from getting hitched in LAs Vegas, Carlos and Cath are planning their summer wedding and 4 other people have gotten married in the space of a year.

It sucks being single in a room full of people who are loved-up.

What would you do?

I got this email from a friend.

Something bizarre happened to me on Monday - I was propositioned with a lime - a whole one and yes, a fresh one too! Maybe it wasn't meant for me...who knows but basically, someone had slipped a lime into my luggage (while I was sitting at the other end of the carriage) and upon closer inspection, there was a name, number and message written on it. I don't know if it was a fellow passenger or someone walking around Paddington Station (or working there) who followed me onto the train. It makes me wonder that had I had a suitcase with a lock, what would they have done?!
I had a hold-all with no lock, by the way.

So what would you do? Would you call him? I am curious to find out what on earth possessed him to do this and why a lime??? What would you say?

I thought such a novel approach deserved a reply. So I advised her to call him but to do it from a phone box or dial 141 before dialing from home so he wouldn't get her number (just in case it was a weirdo).
She decided on a text message, and we were very disappointed to find out it was a couple of teenage twats having a laugh.