Oh so quiet

So I'm sitting here staring at my mini Zen garden on my desk... visions of burying myself in the sand swirl through my head... If that didn't work I could just hide behind a rock, avoid the chaos of work.

I think it's gotten to the point where I have so much to do I no longer have any motivation to do any of it. I'm like the naughtily school girl in the back of the class, not doing her maths.

shh. no one is on to me.

Shhh. Shhh. If you ever have the unfortunate experience of being in a Karaoke bar, don't despair... A few weeks back I was at the Oak Bar on a Sunday night with Jo. Between the trauma of being there I enjoyed the pleasure of the most fabulous rendition of Bjork's "oh so quiet". It was fantastically done. She was brilliant, and so is the song. So if you're ever forced to do Karaoke... search for that song. It was a real crowd pleaser.

Cold Feet and Mugging... all in an evening

Finally managed to watch that program "Cold Feet" that Mark has been glowing about. It's quite good really. It's the Brit 2000 version of the 80's American classic "Thirty Something". I sat watching it remembering really liking 30 something... but when I do the math, I am really quite puzzled... I wasn't even in my 20's and I liked that program? What does this mean...

So as Hannah pranced off into the night to visit her boyfriend... she was mugged. Got a call in the middle of Cold Feet from her BF's roommate telling me to deadbolt the door as Hannah had been mugged and her keys, wallet, phone and bag were stolen. She was alright... wee bit of a twisted ankle but good. It could have been far worse... I sat there on the couch huddled under the duvet waiting for the scary key in lock sound from the front door. Visions of mad men letting themselves into the flat raced through my head. With no deadbolt on the lock there was nothing more I could do but wait... and hope that the person who stole her purse did not have the brains to find the address of the flat on a bill in her purse. I did the best I could to keep my mind busy by texting Hazel, who was kind enough to take time out from her evening with her friend to calm my fears... Her friend even thought she was cheating at scrabble because of all the texting! *too funny* Anyhoo. Jo finally came home at around 1am and I felt safer...

Woke up this morning and felt like a dweeb. Kind of like that feeling you get when you are really spooked after watching a horror movie, then when you wake up in the morning you're like.... Damn... I'm so silly.

What a great weekend.

Had a great time with Denise! It was so brilliant o see her and her Goldie locks. She arrived at close to 9pm on Friday. We sat in the flat, had supper, then went to the pub for a drink or two...

Saturday morning was shopping and bustling through the masses of people on Oxford St. Jo kindly joined us to guide through shortcuts! Had lunch at First Out... yummy veggie food there. Went to the Wellington in Soho for a post shopping pint before heading back home to the flat. Had a quick bite and headed to meet Blaise at the Dog and the Duck. Hazel and her friend Keith joined us at half ten... copious amounts of drinks later we headed to (Freedom?) can't quite remember the name of the club, but it was a good laugh.

Camden on Sunday with Denise and Hannah. So many nice things... Had a very dodgy veggie burger (didn't help the hangover much) Rested Sunday evening and got up early this morning. Met Denise briefly before she jumped on the tube to head back out to the airport. It's so nice to have a friend like her, I'm lucky.

Took some pics... I'll put them up tomorrow.