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...

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?

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!

Ok..so 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....

Fergal

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..ehm...smelled...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 amis...it'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!

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???

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

Thanks to Movies.ie, 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!

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!!

Fell for it..

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