Wednesday, 31 December 2008

Happy New Year!!

I know it's a bit early in the day to be wishing everyone a Happy New Year, but this is the last chance I'll get sooo....HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! *insert well wishing sentiments here and here*

Hope everyone has a great night, don't get too drunk (the next day just so isn't worth it!) etc etc (wonder if I'll take my own advice during my galivanting through town tonight?!)

Sunday, 28 December 2008

Bitchfight anyone?

I'll put my hands up and say it...I've never been in a fight with someone. At 20 years of age, living in a..questionable...part of dublin, I've never actually found myself in that situation. Maybe I will in the future. But at this particular moment in

Well...that almost all changed last night! In BIFFOLAND of all places. I mean...who expects to go to a bog and very nearly get in a bitchfight....merely because you're from Dublin? me stupid (don't!) but not me! Now...usually I'm very much a 'use your words' type of gal, so the thoughts of having to actually physically fight someone made me want to run home crying for my mammy..(which would have been a bit hard like...considering I was in Offaly. I don't think I can run that far....)

Back story? Ok!

So, myself and a friend (those who know me can guess who she is...those who don't...well it's not crucial to the story and for the sake of her privacy, I'm not going to name her) headed off to Biffoland for the being Christmas and all. Thought it would be nice to visit our other friend (again...those who know me etc etc). After a slight detour around Tullamore (twice...), we eventually arrived, and mise here decided it would be fun to go on a bar crawl (seeing as there's only about 2 bars in the town, not much crawling ensued...). We hit the first bar, and it was hopping (ahem...note sarcasm). Seemed to be a night for dissing dubs, as the cheeky bastids playing pool made a comment or two.

On to the next bar, which actually was hopping. I dropped my drink, and, mortified by the waste of alcohol, left in shame. Off to the 'nightclub' went our merry group. (I use the term nightclub loosely...) Typical nightclubby night. Friend was leched on by old icky guy out on pull. Friend dismisses old icky guy, old icky guy makes eyes at ME for the rest of the night. Puke. Then young icky guy with abnormally large head and froggy eyes does same.

Then some yoke in sprayed on shiny leggings (who invented those??? Uninvent them. Do it. Do it now!) takes a speed wobble and lands her shiny little arse all over Biffoland friend's drink. Oh dear. You silly little girly. You don't waste alcohol. Especially not when said alcohol is 2 shots of Tia Maria, 1 shot of vodka, something else, and coke. Just run. Run away now as fast as your shiny legs will take you. Well, she didn't, and she got beat down by biffoland friend. Haha bitch! (sorry...I get overexcited by the drama...I don't get out enough...*insert sad face here*)

So, after we left that sweaty, flashy, shiny legginged place, we went for the obligitory chips, and went to get a taxi. Half a freezing hour later, we get one! (in which time, old icky lech re-appears and we have to do unspeakable things to get rid of him...) Eventually, a taxi in the form of a mini-bus (only in biffo...) arrives, and we're on the road home. Kind of. We're actually on the road to everyone elses home! So, in true Dub style, mise and Dubland friend have a bit of craic and banter with whoever will listen. Mostly just ourselves and a few bemused boggers. (and a cute Dubland-Biffo mongrel...)

Then SHE arrived. Jesus but she was a bitch, and she was only spoiling for a row. I'd heard her a few times muttering to herself 'just go back to fockin dublin then...' and was gonna pull her on it, but I just wasn't stupid (or brave...) enough! Dubland friend commented on how long we'd been in said taxi, and Biffo Bitch errupts! Out of nowhere like! (well...she was on the floor, she didn't just appear but y'know what I mean!). She was vicious! Shouting and sqwauaking at Dubland friend about having 'rrrethpecth and to talk out of her mouth, not her nose' (to which she was promptly told to speak out her mouth, not her, wall, biffo bitch..bang!)
Arms were flying, legs were flying, I'm trying to hold a worked up dub down on one side, and a vicious bitch of a biffo down on t'other! And she didn't care who she hit, as long as it was a dub. ( bollix...if she'd touched either of us she'd have been a dead woman.)
Dope...taking on two drunk dub women. Pah!

Ehm...I can't remember the point of this blog now...I don't think there was one! Just thought I'd share one of my more interesting nights out here!

Love and kisses!

Thursday, 25 December 2008

Happy Christmas!!

Let's do this the easy way...

Happy Christmas everyone, hope it's fantastic for all, and that you all have a great new year!

Tuesday, 23 December 2008

And THIS is why I love Tagged...

Because I get messages like this...

Hello how are you? i hope that everything is going very good with you. I did see your photo; I like it; it is something with magic you get easily a part in my heart; I was not able to resist and don’t let you fit in my heart ; something that I can't explain it with logic; me too i have never imagined or believed that one day just by looking at the photo of someone that I did never meet in person before; this can happen to me; I know that you don’t know me; it is not so easy for you to understand me; the logic and the raison did try to convince me to not write to you, but something inside; when my heart started to beat so fast and makes me feeling warm inside won against the logic and convince me to write to you; it is very hard for me to explain exactly what it happened to me by words;… You have a beautiful eyes; your look can tell me a lot; about how nice you are, you are for sure a nice girl with great personality; from your eyes I can imagine how caring; loving; intelligent and honest; my heart touched a nice girl with great personality only by looking at you; it open it's door and let you get inside so deeply ; this is the most important so I can say that I like who you are and the way you are; You may say that am crazy; but if crazy people feel this happiness and this warm feeling; as I feel when I look at your beautiful photo; I would love to be crazy during my life sorry I forget to introduce my self; my name….i have no name anymore crazy is enough for me and I love it; I study physics, but am not believing in logic anymore, because your magic and who you are force me to believe in magic also… I would love to be your friend if it is possible; I will understand and accept anything you say with love; because; I like you so much; respect you; appreciate you; care about you….. I will do my best to be sure that your beautiful: will never go away from your beautiful face…. warm hello from someone that you don’t know; but he started to feel that he knows you; he cares about you, likes you so much unconditionally; have a nice time take care of yourself"

I can't see myself replying...I'm a little bit I being unraisonable??

This reminds me of something...


What could it be?


I know now...

I think I've seen a similar sign at work!

(50th post! Wihoo!)

Wednesday, 17 December 2008

Second Life

Ever since I really started using t'interweb, and talking to different people on various 'social networking' sites, there's been a hype about this Second Life thingy. I've never tried it, but I'd be a liar if I said my curiosity wasn't piqued! Never bothered joining it though, but reading Darren's blog today changed my mind!

SO, I've joined S.L, just to see what all the fuss is about! I go by the name Eva Cristole (how cool do I sound?) I go!

(I'll keep you updated on my virtual's almost sure to be more interesting than my real ones!!)


I just want to play with him for a little while....please??

Tuesday, 9 December 2008

Not yet...

As I mentioned previously, I have a notebook where I jot down my ideas for blogs (the 'actual' blogs, I'm not neurotic enough to plan all my random video posts...). I decided tonight that it's high time I wrote another one (was that a cheer or a groan I just heard??), so I searched for my little pink Blog Book, and flicked through the post ideas in it.

There's one particular idea that I always stop at. It's one about a difficult time in my life, and, as yet, I'm a little nervous and more than a little wary of writing it (which makes no sense because pour enough vodka down my throat and I'll sob my sorry saga to the dog on the street and anyone else who passes by...)..Maybe I'm just not ready to see the words in front of me. It ended badly the last time I tried to write about it, and I'm not emotionally secure enough to deal with that again.

SO, I very quickly moved on, and spotted a much lighter topic, and an excuse for a rant, all in one! And as you know, (or should by now..) I love a good rant!

So here we go, the 'Pet Peeves' post!

First and foremost - Text speak. Is this not one of the most annoying things ever?? It infuriates me! I'm pedantic when it comes to spelling most of the time anyway, so I just cannot fathom why someone would deliberately's not quicker, or's just damn laziness (I'm getting all worked up just thinking about it!!)
AND bad enough as text speak in an actual text is, using it in am email, or letter or any written communication is just stupid. Vowels are there for a reason, mmkay? Learn to use them, all you lazy, text speak using bitches...yeah!!

Another thing is smoke breaks. As a non-smoker (evil, smelly sticks of death!!) I find it utterly unfair that some people get to take several breaks a day to have a cigarette, while I'm not entitled to any of those, just because I don't smoke. (obviously I'm not going to take a smoke break, but I feel it would only be fair if non-smokers were given breaks to each smoke break a smoker takes...) Seriously...if you must insist on smoking yourself into an early grave, don't do it on MY time!

Third, and almost last (sigh of relief anyone??) - rude customers. Obviously, they're part and parcel of my job as a checkout queen. But I still hate them and want to slap them in the face with a wet fish (while wearing gloves in general are vile...wet fish are a whole other level of grossosity...oops...tangent, sorry!) Just say 'please' and 'thank you'. If you drop something, or spill something, apologize at the very least. Don't stand having a conversation on your phone while I'm trying to communicate with you. All I'm asking is that people treat me (and other checkout kings and queens) with the common courtesy they would anyone else. Cos if they don't I'll just double scan and overcharge them...hehehe! **

Last, but not least on my list...spitting. Never has there been such a vile habit. Nobody wants to walk in your saliva, you dirty rotten fuck! Just swallow it! Spitting spreads diseases! In fact...I hope all spitters get diseases and die. So there!
(Also...just in case anyone should decide to be clever and make some sort of crude comment about spitting and swallowing...just dont. Thank you!)

So! Those are (some of) my pet peeves! What are yours??

(**DISCLAIMER: I would NEVER do that. I'm a good girl!)

Monday, 8 December 2008

Can't stop singing...

Ok, so it's another video and not techinally a blog post but I'm LOVING this right now...

I don't even know what this ad is for...

...but who cares?! Towel, please...

Friday, 5 December 2008


Thursday, 4 December 2008

You know it's Christmas when...

Santa Claus sends you a friend request on Bebo....

(in case you were wondering...I declined...Bah! Humbug!)

A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story for people having a bad day:

When four of Santa's elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones, and Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit, which stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were out, Heaven knows where.

Then when he began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked, the toy bag fell to the ground and all the toys were scattered.

Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.

Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The angel said very cheerfully, 'Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn't this a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?'

And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

[the picture has no relevance, but I thought a little bit of gratuitous cuteness was ok!]

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Two of the best...

covers I've heard in a long time!

Leona cover's Snow Patrol's 'Run'.. (no official video yet)

And Boyzone cover Tom Baxter's 'Better'..

Loving them!

A little 'Thank You'

I just want to say thank you to Toastie and Mr. Toastie for a great night last night, and for looking after me this morning in my...'fragile' state...(and a big 'grrr' to Mr. Toastie for getting me in that state in the first place..damn cocktails!)

Bits and pieces..

I have this notebook. I use it to jot down ideas I have for blogs. My notebook is full of different Post-Its, and half written blogs. None of which I can find the words to write. This blog has turned out quite differently to the blog I had envisioned at the beginning. Instead of being an intelligent, witty place with a fanbase bigger than Wacko Jacko's (but with less hysteria and tears, obviously...), it's a slightly nonsensical, rambly thing with no real purpose, and my own brand of funny (i.e. not at all...)

But anyway....this post is basically just a quick update of the goings on of late!

What have I been doing with myself lately....?

WELL...I'm still working in that place...don't know if that's a good or bad thing. I'm finding the monotony hard to deal with, and the wall I put up when I started is getting tiring to maintain...

Family life has been stressful, with Shop-Daddy acting up, again. Long story short, Shop-Daddy has a flair for the dramatic...this particular performance (I'm too tired to elaborate...that's a post for another wont be an easy one to write...) prompting me to wash my hands of him completely..(obviously, that's never going to happen, but delusion is a wonderful thing..). That was all thrown out the proverbial window when he decided to get back in touch...Update on this particular situation pending.

Following on in my 'male (pah!)' theme...I'm left wondering why the male of the species have such a difficulty with such a simple task....texting.
I'm not going to regale you with the tale of my three-hour-romance (just add vodka and bake...) since most of you reading this probably heard enough about it last night...but if any males reading this could even TRY to explain...?

I turned 20 three days ago. I'm disappointed to say I still feel the same as I did at 19. I had hoped that reaching my 'twenties' would cause me to reach some new level of maturity...hmmm...maybe that doesn't happen until 21???

I think that's it for now. This entry should leave me free to post more fluff, for a few more weeks anyway!

(I just want to add that I'm very proud of the fact that I managed to type this with little or no difficulty, despite the false nails I'm currently wearing. Go me...oh yeah..)

Love and air smoochies! Mwah!!!

Words, words everywhere..., blog blog...I know there's one in me, but I just can't seem to find the time, or the words to create it. I'm thinking I might have to take pen to paper (pen???? paper???? I must wiki these words, they seem familiar but it's a bit foggy..) and work on it.

But right now, I'm too hungover to do it. Tip: If someone offers you dubious orange liquid in a glass...DO NOT DRINK IT! You WILL be seeing it again a few hours later.

I'm off to watch the Pokemon movie (gotta catch em all!) and feel sorry for myself...I'll blog later..or tomorrow...or whenever...

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Happy birthday to me....'s official. I'm now 20.

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

My very very very guilty pleasure...

I should be locked up and have the key thrown away....

Friday, 14 November 2008

Never fear!

I am still here (ok..maybe you SHOULD fear...)..haven't had much chance to write anything the past little while, what with working and socialising and whatnot!

I shall be posting a few in the next couple days, there's been a joint pre-birthday celebration (I'm turning 20, can you believe?!), a concert, and the BRIEFEST romance ever (we're talking hours here people...)

So check back (if you want to...obviously you dont HAVE to...I don't know where you live or anything...or do I...mwahahahahahaaaaaa..sorry...tangent!) in a few days and be enthralled!

Thursday, 13 November 2008

I cracked...

Yes...I'm afraid so! Not content with just having Myspace, Bebo, Tagged...nosiness and a general feeling of left-out-ed-ness (it IS a word) got the better of!

My FaceBook

It's utterly crap because I haven't got the foggiest what I'm doing!

Saturday, 1 November 2008


Is frickin awesome!!

You know what's even awesomer?? Fancy dress parties...with a bar. With vodka...and baby guiness..and a dj that plays all the sing-a-long, dance-a-long songs!

Tuesday, 28 October 2008


On a plate!!

Eddie Rocket's will by my downfall...

Monday, 27 October 2008


I laughed more than a normal person would at this...hehehehe!


I have a bone to pick right now...(I don't like that makes NO sense whatsoever...why would you pick a bone??!)

But anyway...yeah..what's the deal with Facebook?! Why has everyone suddenly got one except me?? Even my mother has one!! What's the big appeal?? Isn't it just like Myspace and Bebo, and Tagged, but a zillion times more annoying??? 

I'm irked by it. First...everyone had Myspace, and told me to make a profile there. Which I did. Just when I had my page all pretty and HTML'd and whatnot, they told me to make a bebo page. Which I resisted for a while...and then made. (Nobody told me to make a Tagged page, I made that mistake all by myself. Don't have it? GOOD!)

So now my false little bubble of Bebo security has been burst by bloody Facebook! (I don't mean to swear there...I had a little alliteration thing goin on though...)

I refuse on principal to get one hiss to Facebook!!! 

Irrational Fears...

We all have them. The slightly less than normal things that make our hearts race, have us reaching for the cushion to hide our eyes, or the duvet to hide under. Others don't understand them, and we can't explain them, but nevertheless, they're real, and they're terrifying!

So, I thought we could share our irrational fears..we might even get a laugh out of some of them!!

My top 5, are, in no particular order (they all terrify me equally..)as follows:

Ok..well, I'm afraid of ALL birds, but pigeons are the worst. They are EVERYWHERE, and..the pigeons where I live have a serious attitude problem. They have no fear...(I've actually had this conversation, in depth, with a work colleague...)They don't fly away when I shoo them (from a safe distance of course...), instead, they look at you with their beady little eyes, as if to say "Oh yeah??? You and what army, bitch?!" and keep strutting on their merry way, bopping their heads like they don't have a care in the world! 

BE WARNED!! Pigeons are all evil and want to eat your livers!! I hope they all get gammy legs and die. Yeah...

Small green men with wild, orange hair and pervy 'Oirish' accents who sit on a pot of gold all day, cackling all sinister like to themselves...usually while innebriated! Need I say more!?

Painted People
You know like the ones on Grafton Street, painted all silver (or gold, if you're lucky...) Yeah...what is the deal with them!? What sort of sick, twisted fecker gets a buzz out of scaring innocent children for money?! They should all be lined up and shot (while people stand jingling the spare change in their pockets..)Yeah...

I don't trust them. Just what are beardy people hiding (except maybe food...) under there??? Hmmm...the mind boggles...(well...mine does anyway...)

Billy Connolly
I think this is possibly my oddest irrational fear...but the man petrifies me! It stems from a childhood thing...I don't know if anyone remembers, but he was once in an ad for some alcohol or other...(I'll YouTube it and post the link...if I'm brave enough..)..and he had a puppet of himself...and it was just horrible! Scared the bejaysus outta me! To this day, I cannot watch him on the skin crawls, I get goosebumps..not good! 
And he has a beard...Nuff said!!!

So...I've told you mine...what are yours?? 

[EDIT: I can't find the video with the puppet, but I've found this one...I'm having minor palpitations now having watched it. It's terrifying!!!]

Monday, 20 October 2008

Just cos!

I'm a bit crap at blogging this month! It's all just..songs and randomness...but anyway! Bop yer head to this number..

All together now...I don't caaareeee!!

Sunday, 19 October 2008

New ink baby!

Off I went, into town yesterday, to get inked (again!). It's about a year or so since I got my last tattoo, so I'd forgotten just what I was letting myself in for! I soon remembered when I reached the studio...and heard the bzzzzzz of the tattoo gun!

My tattoo was drawn by the talented (and gorgeous) tattoo man, and off I was! 15 mins later, I was inked! And this is the result!


I'm in love!

Edited to say what it is! It's a version of the Scorpio symbol!

Friday, 17 October 2008

Oh swoon!!

Thursday, 16 October 2008

Take a deep breath..

This is my new (possibly) philosophy for life:

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let not this blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.


I discovered this a few days ago and just fell in love with it. (and yes, I know it's a bit of a cop-out blog post, but bear with me for a while!)

Saturday, 20 September 2008

I can't stop singing...

this! Get funkay (ooh ooh)

Unrequited love..

Or lust even. It's a bitch, isn't it....

That time has finally arrived!

I almost feel a drum-roll is needed! 

Sex and the City. It's mine. I have it. I'm already drooling at the thoughts of the clothes (THAT dress), the bags, and the men...(Mr. Big WILL be mine...someday...'abso-fuckin-lutely')

Although...I still don't understand why someone would name their child Brady Brady...

Friday, 19 September 2008

What to do..

Well...I've finally gotten my tax back! I nearly choked when I checked my bank balance this morning! (it's not a huge huge amount but it's way more than is usually there...)

So..what to do? Do I:

a) be a 'growed up' and pay off my debts?
b) be slightly sensible and save some of it so I'm not eternally broke?
c) be irresponsible (but have much more fun) taking it and just having a complete shopping spree?

My heart tells me 'c', but my head tells me 'a'...any suggestions?

Thursday, 18 September 2008

A peek inside..

Apologies to everyone for my lazy blogging of late! I've been suffering a bout of blogger's block and general bloggy unworthiness! (see previous post for evidence of my feeling a tad sorry for myself and looking for attention..) But! I'm back with my latest attempt at being mildly amusing and entertaining...all together now..yay! *cough*

I've decided to 'profile' some of my more regular regular customers. Merely because I think if I have to suffer them, you all should too. Fair is fair and all that jazz! here goes!

Needless to say (even though I will anyway), we get quite a few alcoholics, and people a bit overly fond of the aul drink in the shop. Most of them are fine, they get their drink and go. But there's two that stick out..

Quiet Drunk Man

This guy has been around since I was a tiny tot. He always scared me a bit, with his beardy ways (beards freak me out). But he's actually really nice. He comes in to get his drink, every day, but I think it's more than that. He always seems just that little bit too happy to see you, and always stays a little bit too long, and I often wonder is his chat with us at the till the height of his social interaction for the day? It saddens me to think that it could be, and makes me feel very guilty when I'm irritated by him...if this was a sad blog, I'd go into it, but it's not, so moving swiftly on!

Loud Drunk Man

This person is the complete opposite of Q.D.M. He's loud, rude, and abrasive! I dread seeing him, he makes the other customers uncomfortable, and I don't have the patience to be listening to his crap! I dislike him immensely, and my tactic is to just ignore him and let him rant. It's working so far. Let's just hope karma doesn't see me getting a bottle of Tesco Finest vodka over the head for not listening to him. Knowing my luck....


It's hard to put into words how very irritating this man is! (I don't know if Fergal is his actual name, but it's what we call him..)
I'm convinced his sole purpose in life is to be an annoying pleb. He hands each item to be scanned very slooowwwlllyyy..and still complains that you're going too fast. He needs a price update after each item. And he makes you pack his bag as you go because he gets "terribly flustered". And he bakes broccoli.
Add to the mix a giggly queue of astounded customers behind him, and ME (a giggly fecker at the best of times)..and you don't get the best outcome.
He should just go back to Planet Pleb (and bring his backed broccoli with him!!)

And last but not least...

Smelly Bag Man

Something to be believed really. Let me start by saying, he's a lovely old guy. But dear god....he smells so bad. Customers usually have a varying degree of smelliness but this brings tears to your eyes.
And he has smelly old bags. That smell of old cat wee and public toilets. That he makes you pack. While he stands there being all smelly...ugh...I feel queasy now...gag!!

I think that's it on the customer front! I'm sure there's more but I can't think of them right now. So you see mes's not so easy being a checkout queen!

In other news, I'm still being harassed by my boss. She's still changing rosters and not telling people, and still being mean to my friends in there. To the extent that one of them is currently out sick, largely due to the stress of having my boss as a boss. Lovely, huh?

I've befriended a security man (not just a random security man, he does actually work with me!)...and have almost been in the place for 3 months! Hip hip hooray and whatnot!

So smiles and happiness all around!

Saturday, 13 September 2008

Why am I here?

It's a question I've asked myself a few times lately. Why have I bothered with this blog? As I read it back, and think about topics for a new post, I realise that I actually have nothing original, or even interesting to say. I witter on about my boring, every-day life, and it doesn't make for entertaining reading at all.

What's the point of it???

Friday, 5 September 2008

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

Thanks to, I was lucky enough to attend the premiere of this film last night. Having been assured that 'a premiere in the Savoy won't be that dressy', I was aghast to see all the suits and fancy dresses that adorned fellow cinema goers!

I'm not even going to attempt to review this film, I don't think any words I have could do it justice. Lottie does a fantastic job of that here , also Darren here

It was amazing, one of the best films I've seen in a long time. Having read, and loved, the book, I was quite apprehensive as to how they would transfer it onto screen, but I needn't have worried. While I feel that some of Bruno's innocence was lost in the adaptation (in the book, his confusion with names [Out-With instead of Aushwitz etc] can be endearing), I still think that the best job that could be done, was done.

For anyone who hasn't read the book, read it as soon as you can, because, as good as the film was, the book is still far better!

Wednesday, 3 September 2008

The Strangers..

This is possibly one of the scariest films I've ever seen (admittedly...I haven't seen many scary films but that kind of takes away from the scariness of it...)

I was apprehensive from the mere mention of this film. But, I decided to not be a big girl wuss, or a spoilsport, so I went along with it, telling myself that it 'really can't be that bad anyway'! Boy...was I wrong!

It started off innocently enough, easing us all into it. But then it just snowballed! It's far more of a suspense film than gore and obvious frights (but it has that too). It really uses music as a frightener, and you knew, when you heard the music come on, that something bad was going to happen!

I'm not going to say too much about it, because one of my many readers (!) may be going to see it and I wouldn't want to spoil it! But don't go expecting a fluffy 'so unscary it's almost funny' film...this one had me screaming, and jumping and covering my eyes and ears on more than one occasion!!

I was discussing it with one of the people I saw it with afterwards, and we both agreed that the fact that it was based on true events, and the whole 'motive' behind it were the scariest aspects of it. Usually how I get through a scary film is to tell myself 'it never happened, it's just a story!'. Knowing this did....well...that's what got me!

I'm going to stop rambling now, no doubt someone will be able to do a far better review of it!!

Tuesday, 2 September 2008

Fell for it..

I really didn't want to believe the hype but...

Saturday, 30 August 2008

Just one of those days..

**warning - big ranty post**

Today was the checkout day from hell! I think the checkout gods were having a bad day, and decided to take it out on me...

It started badly...I had my least favoured shift (1.30 to 10.30). I was running late as it was, my make-up didn't look right, my eyebrows needed doing, and there was a speck on my trousers.
It was crazy busy from the moment I got in, too busy to even get my till OCD in check (my notes were all over the place...and don't even get me started on the card slips!)

I didn't get my break until 6pm, by which time the deli was closed so I couldn't get the lunch I had been dreaming about since about 3pm. Sigh. 

My boss was aggravating me by being there. Her presence is enough to annoy me. She casts a negative air over the whole place. When she leaves, it's like a cloud has lifted and everyone is far more relaxed and happier in general. 

I also had the most annoying customer EVER. She spilled something on her shoe, and expected me to drop everything and run around looking for something to clean it up. So I left my (very busy) till and finally found her something, and then she has the cheek to expect me to clean her shoe! Eh..get the boat missus!
So, back I potter to my till, only to have her Royal Moaniness pull up beside me. And tell me that she has to go out to get her purse. Now...maybe it's just me, but doesn't logic usually state that you BRING YOUR PURSE WITH YOU when you go shopping?! So she struts (or whatever the old person equivalent is) off, and comes back about 10 minutes later.
Pushes her trolley way too far, and then moans about how deep it is, and she can't reach her stuff, and is there 'not anyone around who can help get the stuff out'..
At this point, I'm about ready to snap, so I just tell her that there's no-one on the floor and that she'll have to just go around the other side of the trolley and bend over herself (thankfully my boss wasn't around to hear that!). Anyway..another of the customers helped her, and she eventually has her shopping done and paid for! (At this point, I'm about to commit granny murder)
So, I of course, offer to help her pack. To which she responds by sniffing at me, and saying in a long suffering voice 'it's ok, I'll try my best to do it'. So I let her. And she then asks my supervisor (who is pregnant) to lift her bag into her trolley. Eh, request denied! So I ended up doing it anyway. Even though she had originally declined. 
She infuriated me! 

So, I got my break finally, and came back in a MUCH better mood! Only to ruin it for myself off my chair!
I somehow managed to pull it towards me, and then push it as I went to sit down. So wheelie chair rolls off towards the window, and I land on my backside on the floor, legs in the air. Mortified isn't even the word. My cheeks were burning, and I can only imagine how red I was. To add insult to injury, I then had to retrieve the rogue chair. And yes, I did it in front of a queue of people. And yes, they tried not to laugh. But yes...they laughed. Bastids! 

THEN we ran out of bags. Not a one in the shop like! AND then our systems crashed. Bye bye credit / debit cards / gift cards / coupons, hello highly irate customer! (our atm was also down)

It really was just one of those days where you feel like saying 'fuck it all' and breaking down into hysterical tears and running out never to return again. 

But to end on a high! I'm going to the cinema on tuesday with my group of new friends....and C.K. will be there! Huge smiliness all around! 

Wednesday, 20 August 2008

Blog for blog's sake..

I'm not even in the right mood for blogging right now, but I'm very aware that it's a few days since my last one, and it's starting to get a slight air of neglect around it!

There's very little happening in work at the moment, which can only be a good thing! No news being good news and the like! I have four days off this week, due to my boss fucking up spectacularly! (big shocker there!)..VERY happy about it at the moment...this time next week, when I'm about to get paid and I've lost 2 days worth of wages may be a different story though! 

On a more personal level...I'm finally making some solid friends in the place! A girl who I've known, and known of since I was around 7 works there, and we re-kindled the friendship we almost used to have! It's early days, but I think I've made a firm friend in her. So big smiles and happiness all round!

Also, change has happened between me and C.K...where before there was awkwardness and not knowing what to say to each other, as of today it would seem, that's just gone! We were joking and messing with each other, and just being dossers! Today was actually one of the funnest (funnest? most fun?? someone correct me please!!) days I've had in a long time! A lot of the people who know me well will know that I've been feeling really down lately, mostly to do with work and my boss, but I'm really on the up now! 

I also got my official training almost seems like I'm a permanent fixture! Which makes me happier than it woo!

That's about it really. I have very little else to say! Ciao! x 

Sunday, 17 August 2008

On the brink of insanity...

So, today was the start of my second month in hell! I'm in a mixed up state of mind right now, so if this post doesn't make a lot of sense, that's the reason! 

Days are just blending into one another at the moment, it's the same thing, day in, day out. Get up, get ready for work, spend 9 hours trying not to lose to plot and start screaming at yet another ignorant person who just about brings themselves to grunt in my general direction, being sniped at by my boss, and then coming home, going to bed and waking up the next day just to repeat the same crap again. 

They say all work and no play made Jack a dull boy...well...all work and no play is making shop girl a deranged, over-emotional wreck! 
I've developed 'till OCD'...umm..I'll explain. My notes in my till MUST face the same direction, silver strips all in the same place...and all notes must be pushed to the back of the till. Credit card slips must all be in a neat stack, signed ones together, pin ones together, and not mixing. Coupons must be sorted into type, and they also have their own section. I'm not happy unless this is how my till is! 
I'm a clean freak too...I'm not happy unless you can smell the cleaning stuff as you walk past my till. (ME..of all people like?!)

As I've said before, this job is seriously getting in the way of my social life (my liver doesn't know how to process liquid that doesn't contain's terribly confused right now!), to remedy this, I thought I'd ask for next weekend off, maybe do something! Easy, right? Right? Wrong! My evil BITCH of a boss wouldn't give it to me. 
Before it's, I'm not just throwing a tantrum because I'm not getting my own way...
I went to work on Saturday, and asked for the roster for this week...and was informed, by my boss, that it had been up, but she'd had to change it to give people time off. Pointedly. I jump to the natural conclusion that I've been given the time off, but that it hassled her, so to be grateful. Off skips me to the roster...find my name (I'm actually ON it this time)...only to find that the sly witch has put me down for every hour she can at the weekend. 
I'm so ridiculously pissed off...I work every shit hour she throws at me, working the late lates, the long shifts, all because y'know, I like to be obliging, and if I don't do it, someone else has to. I do this...and then people come in, newer than me, and pick and choose their shifts. Sound unfair to anyone else??? 

I'm too annoyed to even think of anything else...I'm going to go before I annoy myself even more! 

So today..

Marks my first month in my job...umm...yay?

Wednesday, 13 August 2008

Just my luck..

Food poisoning! On my day off work! I had planned to spend my day relaxing and enjoying not being in work...not with my head down a toilet (nice visual for you there!)

Me is not happy! :(

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

Manners don't cost a thing!

Bad's one of those things that really pisses me off! So much so that it'll put me in a bad mood for the day...

Growing up, good manners were drilled into me on a daily basis, so 'please' and 'thank you' became an automatic response to things. It seriously does not cost a thing, and it only takes a second to do. Not using good manners, in my opinion, is just downright ignorant!

It's also something I have to deal with on a daily basis. Working where I do, with the people I work with, and the customers I face every day, bad manners is a constant occurance. I'm sick to death of being grunted at when someone wants something. Does it really take that much effort to form a full bloody sentence, ending in 'please' or 'thank you'?!?!?!? Grrrrr!!!

My boss is just as bad! There was a whole debacle today over my roster. As in..I wasn't on it! Now, I've been there over 3 weeks's safe to say they know I'm there! My fuckwit of a boss just forgot about me! 
I was fully prepared to let it slide, let it go...after all, we're all human and all make mistakes. So, despite bitching with my co-workers all day about it (somehow they all knew about it without me telling them...slow news week??), I really wasn't all that bothered by it! 
I went into work today (after finally being told my hours), fully expecting, and rightly so, in my opinion, an apology and an explanation. 
Instead, I got NOTHING! It wasn't even mentioned! I was (and still am) absolutely disgusted. So I have decided my boss is nothing but an ignorant fuckwit and have no time for her.

Rant over! 

Sunday, 10 August 2008

Blame it on the weatherman...

Or if you can't find the weatherman, blame it on the next best person...the innocent checkout queen who's just trying to get through the day before collapsing somewhere and dying of baby guiness and vodka induced agony...

You can't win...if it's too warm, people moan at you. 'God you'd be's terrible warm in here isn't it!' *glare*
If it's too cold 'God'n it's awful cold in here, is there no heating??' *glare*
And if, heaven forbid, it should rain torrentially and flood the best part of dublin...

Chaos ensued in the reeking, putrid, mangy pit of death (aka tesco) today when storms fucked up our systems and wouldn't let us give out phone top ups, or accept credit / debit cards. No supervisors, I had no change in my till, and I was the only till open, which meant I got all the scorpy fuckers at me as well...shambles! 

PLUS neither C.K. or Eye-Candy was there, so I was thoroughly bored...
Next week marks my 4th week there, making it the longest job I've ever had...should I take a bow now or wait and see if I can stick it for the month?? 

Saturday, 9 August 2008

Baby guiness is not your friend!

Evil, vile, putrid liquid of sin! That is all!! 

Friday, 8 August 2008

Here comes the bride...

Traditionally, at a wedding, the bride is supposed to be late. Well, yesterday, me and various members of my father's side of the family broke this tradition, by being half an hour late! Oops...

As weddings go, this one was lovely. Despite being in a church (vile, evil places of sin!) The bride was stunning, the groom was...well..he had a lovely suit! The choir were fantastic, albeit a bit fond of the aul westlife! We were serenaded with Flying Without Wings, The Rose, You Raise Me Up...sensing a pattern here? They were amazing though, I had goosebumps from start to finish! 

We then waited outside for the wedding pictures to be taken by the arsehole of a photographer. I was heard to gripe 'who's fucking wedding is it anyway?' numerous times! I could think of far better things he could be doing with his camera (but I'm too much of a lady to say that!!)

On to the hotel, which was many many miles away, down the Naas road, and into...emm..some hotel that I can't remember the name of! We were left to stew in some room upstairs for about 3 hours before dinner was served. In the course of which a woman got stung by one of the many wasps buzzing around, and we were regaled by a magician who looked like a Status Quo reject! 

Then on to dinner! We were shoved at a table down the back, shunned! We were encouraged to drink far too much (there were little teeny buckets on the table with Lifeline and Solphadene in them) and to gamble (bets on how long the speeches would go on for!)
The food was...well..less than impressive! It didn't help that I was sitting beside my auntie the chef, (Iceberg lettuce in a Caesar salad!! The soup needs cream!!)..

When that was all finished, the fun began!! On to the speeches! Yours truly had a bet on 45 mins, stopwatches were started, and off they went! First, father of the bride...a grand total of less than a minute...and it snowballed from there. 19 minutes in total! A shambles!!!

At this stage, I'm fairly well on and everything is hilarious! There are rumours of an ABBA tribute band...and 2 hours later, when the band finally ABBA!! 60's music!! I danced, I sat, I drank, I danced, I sat, I drank...

Fun times had by all! 

Wednesday, 6 August 2008

First ever ever post!!

Oooh! Hello all! This, as you've probably gathered from the title, is my first ever ever post (ever!!) I am a blog virgin, so be gentle!!

This blog is basically gonna be a lot of ranting, raving and possibly sometimes actual posts about my daily life, with work, friends, life (what's that again!?) and the like! I don't have time to make a proper post at the moment, as I'm running late for getting ready for work (so what else is new??) but I'll pop in later to regale with my tales of wonder and woe from the checkout!