Driving Escapades with Bee, Gina and Bea

So today I wake up with expectation of visiting Earnslaw quarry,for various fun and games climbing over rocks and such, but instead, Bee and Gina have no idea where it is, and rebuff my advances to go and visit Gullet quarry. Therefore, the fun starts when we decide to come back to peasantville (Defford) and take me driving:


In my little blue baby!

The fun starts when I get out of my skinny cul-de-sac and the fuel light comes on. Being loath to spending money on petrol before I've even passed, we decide to wing it and visit Bea so Gina can return some money. After an event with some rather nail-biting clearance distances, I have to park next to a gang of youths beeping their moped horn at me. But, being able to pull away without embarrassment, we head back to my house with a Bea in tow to make fajitas and munch on low fat (I know, lame) ice cream.


Watched an amazing film last night - well, so shite it was amazing. Anyone know The Rock? Nicholas Cage at his whiney sideways-mouth best and Sean Connery with his amazing lisp. Needless to say, 90s American films are so the way forward. Have you seen the size of their cellphones? Genius.

Popping the blogging cherry

Well, as a means of trying to entertain myself this summer as there seems to be no sign of any decent sun, I thought I'd start a blog! In doing so I am also pacifying a few fellow blogger friends who seem to think my thoughts are worth reading (I hope only the clean ones, for their sakes). So...

Vital Stats:
I love most things in life, apart from children and women (yes its a bit contradictory seeing as I am female, but I know what I mean), my favourite things are music of the guitary variety - though my music world has been opened up considerably by one of my best friends TokioBee, said friends (including a lovely boyfriend Callum who I love dearly blah blah) and films. I'm sure there are many more things on the list of which you - and me - will find out soon enough, but these are what currently spring to mind...

I hate living in the middle of nowhere.
It's not 100% of the time, as I tend to spilt my time between here (Dad's) with Mum's, Callum's and Gina's. However, for the purpose of right now, I'm currently in the sunny village of Defford, which doesn't even have a shop, unless you count the Farm shop but I'd say my asparagus needs are quite substantiated at present, thankyou very much. It wouldn't be so bad if I could legally take the little blue Micra parked on the drive for a spin, but with 2 failed driving tests under my belt (damn you hillstarts) I'm not holding out much hope.

I'll try not to complain too much, but I'm not making any promises
I can be pessimistic at the worst of times, and neutral at the best, I'd say a kind of 'My glass just has stuff in it, I don't care how much' kind of person. I'd hazard a guess that I'm like this as I've had a turbulent (to say the least) past few years, but I'm not going to dwell on the past and suck you poor buggers in!

I'm a stickler for correct grammar, spelling and punctuation
I blame ol' Billynick and his passionate attempts to make me enjoy English Lit, but after two years and what seems like thousands of quite frankly shite books and poetry - I apologise in advance Ben, I know how much he liked The Great Gatsby, I don't particularly want to try and explain how Gatsby is a microcosm of some Roman emperor or something. No way, José. Instead, I have been left with this OCD kind of habit for pointing out grammatical or spelling errors.

I bet I sound interesting, don't I? Well, I have got all summer to practise. (and thats 'practise' as the verb, not 'practice' as the noun) :)