Old friends new friends

Met up with B and his housemate J at the weekend. What great fellas they are. Sociable and funny, really good company. I rekindled my friendship with B at Claire's funeral (see further below) and I'm so pleased. I think 2006 will see me in the company of B, and in fact J, a whole lot more. Friendship's a fantastic thing when it works isn't it?

Indie go

How I delight in indie music - the raw energy and curious sound. It makes me jump about like a loon. Not that I need a reason, really..

Change change change

Next time you pay at a restaurant, watch out for manky black quids in your change..worse still, make sure they're not blanky macks!!

Catherine Tate...

....I salute you. You really are the funniest comedienne I've seen in a very long time.

Hair today, gone tomorrow

Had my lengthy locks cut today. I now look like a human being and not a 70's throwback. I am bob-free entirely. I am happy :o)

Big Yellow Box

To the lorry driver who beeped his horn behind me today for not crossing a junction when it wasn't clear to do so - THE BIG YELLOW BOX IS SUPPOSED TO BE LEFT CLEAR you dimwitted numpty. I wonder sometimes why I even bother adhering to the highway code when so many other people obviously think it doesn't exist..

Things that make me go mmmm

chilli con carne
sour cream
chocolate
eggs (can't eat em but when I did)
Mr Kiplings Manor House cake
Trifle
Salmon
Mashed potato
Really hot very fresh french fries
Pizza
Savoy cabbage with mint sauce and gravy
Yorkshire pudding
Sprouts with horseradish sauce

Out in the open

My nephew is 8. My niece is 10. They are both fun to be with and I love them very much. I haven't had cause to announce my sexuality to them because I don't think it's something that needs a "special explanation". I am aware that they know how close I am to H, but have not asked out right. I wear a ring on my wedding finger from choice, as an indicator that I am 'taken'.

Eating dinner on Saturday evening next to R my nephew, S my niece and the rest of the family. Our conversation went like this:

R: Which finger are you s'posed to wear your wedding ring on?
K: (pointing to my 3rd finger, left hand) That one
R: Are you married then?
K: Well...kind of
R: To H?
K: Yes
R: Ewwwwwwwww are you LESBIANS??
K: Yes
S: (head snapping up to pay attention) ARE YA???

And so you see now I have no secret. The secret is in fact OUT. But once my sister had chastised my nephew for his Ewwwwww comment there was an apology and the conversation moved on...

I don't want them to see me any differently than they do now. I worry sometimes what other people might think. It scares me that they'll have to come across negative comments about it at some point and what effect those comments might have. As far as I'm concerned, I'll just carry on being me the way I always have. I'm very grateful that my family are as supportive as they are. I'm a lucky Hoof. And I love those kids, ewwwws or not...

Birthday Girl

Just want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my good friend Lady B...how time flies..you'll have that egyptian bob in no time darlin' xx

Resolutions?

How did we suddenly come to be in November? This year has flown. Infact my life appears to have flown. I'm 33 in a few weeks. How the hell did that come round so quickly? It's very scary. I've been thinking about new year's resolutions already. So many things I need to do but the main one is to shift the flab that I have been quietly accumulating over the last 33 years. It makes me feel bad about myself. Constantly. And yet I'm the only person who can do anything about it. I seem to have lost any kind of self discipline I had in my twenties. Of course there's the minor fact that I work 12 hours a day but I should take more care of myself. I look at the crows feet by my eyes and wonder why I'm not spending a fortune on moisturiser and wrinkle remover. Perhaps it will all catch up with me horribly in one go and one morning I'll get out of bed looking like Worzel Gummidge. My hair's already there..

I don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with Botox and plastic surgery. I'm thoroughly convinced that plastic surgery should be used how it used to be - for people with a genuine need. Not so that people can get a quick path to the body beautiful. I'm hoping that in 2006 I'll get rid of a couple of stones of excess weight but it'll be hard graft - blood, sweat and tears - all my own. It's a daunting prospect and I have a lot of things ahead of me next year - moving house, job - my life essentially. But I have to do it. Surgery free. It's a worry to me how I'm going to achieve it but without question it's the one thing that drags me down when everything else is going well. After many years of not liking myself, I've finally become the person I used to be and like. I don't have a problem with the contents, it's just the packaging.

Moving Pictures

Cinema anyone? I haven't been since I saw Fahrenheit 9/11 on my little old lonesome at the Sheffield Showroom cinema - which incidentally is a cracking little cinema. I've missed so many films I wanted to see because I'm either always busy or too skint. This year (what's left of it) I'd like to see the new Harry Potter film, Proof, Flightplan and Imagine Me & You. Fantasy, anthony hopkins, jodie foster and lesbians. What more could a girl ask for??

Litter Louts

I don't understand why anyone feels the need to throw their rubbish out of the car window as they're travelling along. Who do they think's gonna pick it up? I watched someone do it this morning, and as I was driving myself I couldn't stop to pick it up but it made me really angry. I was taught not to litter, and there are so many ignorant people that continue to do it. They're probably the same people who park across pedestrian crossings when waiting in traffic, or who sit in the yellow box that says "KEEP CLEAR" at traffic lights. I recently had a young couple beep their horn at me (they were in the car behind) for not going into the yellow box at a junction when the traffic was not clear enough ahead for me to do so. Doesn't anybody pay attention to the general laws of the road or society anymore? What's wrong with people?