Bad Boy

One of my favorite films is The Witches Of Eastwick. It was on TV tonight and it wasn't until I was watching it did I realise why I like it so much.

The Character played by Jack Nicholson, Daryl Van Horne, reminds me so much of someone I know and I could very easily be one of the witches

Joy Boy or Toy Boy?

After watching X-Factor tonight I started thinking about a remark made by an old woman who sang on there. She said she wanted Simon Cowell as her Joy Boy.
So is there a difference between a joy boy and a toy boy? The first thing that comes to mind is age. A toy boy is younger than the woman.
There is a rule that can be used to work out if the man is a toy boy. It is called the Half-age-plus-seven relationship rule.

On the Urban dictionary web site they define a Joy Boy as:
Man or boy who seeks physical pleasure, or joy from other men, or boys.

I think maybe the woman may have got it a bit wrong and really meant Toy Boy but I guess if you had a man just to give you joy he could be any age as long as he can satisfy you sexually. Well it wouldn’t be a joy if he couldn’t.

Control? You Have None

I don’t believe in many things and I tend not to believe anything unless I can see it. That is except for fate. I believe everything you do in life is for a reason and the outcome of your actions are beyond your control. They are outcomes that will happen whatever you do. Your life has a path to take and nothing will sway it from that path.

Think you are in control? Think again.

Driving in Whitchurch, Bristol

Some of the rudest drivers in the country have got to be the ones that drive in Whitchurch, Bristol.

I take the same route home every day and I find the same thing happens every time. I have to come out of a side road, East Dundry Road, and turn right onto a more main road, Whitchurch Lane.

Whitchurch Lane is quite busy during rush hour and especially during term time as there is a school right on the junction. Lots of cars want to turn right off Whitchurch Lane and drive down the road I am trying to get out of. Do they let drivers out of the side road thus making it easier for them to turn into it? No they don't.

They don't care that you've been there, waiting, like a cat waiting to pounce on a mouse, or a painter waiting to give a wall a second coat of paint while the first coat is still tacky to touch. These people think they are better than me, sat in their big 4 wheel drive monsters while I am in my little, huggable, family size car.

They do say that manners make man, well people who drive down East Dundry Road you are no man. You are just little men in a big car trying to make up for the rude, impolite, arrogant, condescending, people you really are.

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Good Times

When all my friends had Donny Osmond or The Osmonds on their bedroom walls I had Michael Jackson on mine. I watched as he turned from a sweet black kid, to a light coloured music master with the ability to captivate my attention as he danced on stage. I followed the stories about him in the press, never knowing what was the truth and what was really going on behind closed doors. Not that ever bothered me as it was his music I liked and not him as a person.

The first album I can remember buying of his was Music and Me. On Sundays I used to do the Ironing for my mum and I would play the record over and over again, which used to get on my older brother's nerves as he was a heavy rock fan. (Smiling as I remember)

I remember waiting at my friend house, with her dad, for the Thriller video to come on the TV. We sat transfixed as it played; we had never seen a music video like it before.

Well all that was the good old days when I never had a care in the world. I had not yet met my husband (now my ex) I had no kids to feed and I still lived at home with my dad. All I had to do was go to work so I would have money to go out at the weekends.

It seems like those times are returning. I have no husband, my kids are not kids any more and the only responsibility I have is keeping a roof over my head. I work just to pay the mortgage, which luckily for me isn't a lot, and to go out and have a good time.

As I started this with Michael Jackson I had better finish with him. I've been trying to think what my all time favourite song of his is and it is a toss up between You Are Not Alone and With a Child's Heart, from the first album I bought. There are others I really like to but too many to mention so I won’t. To be honest I like most of his songs and really it depends what mood I am in to which one I like the best. I think I must be in a sober mood this morning as the ones I have named are slow ones.

I'm rambling now so I'll stop here.

It Just Happened

To say I didn't know how it happened would be a lie as would where it happened, but just quite when it happened I don't really remember. Was I drunk? Possibly. I know it would have been a weekend as I usually go out at weekends and when I go out the least I get is very merry. Which weekend? Well I could look in my diary and try to work it out but I'm not that good at putting things in there to start with, so the chances that I put this in there is quite minimal.

I know people say, 'There's no need for it. There's plenty of advertising out there to help you'' Also ''It's not as if you're a young teenager, you should know better''
The answer to all those people is, 'I know but it happened, just happened, wasn't planned'

Now I have to live with the consequences of my actions and make the most of it.

I Love My Cherry

I have a challenge for fruit farmers all around the world. You can buy seedless grapes and pip-less oranges so where are the stone-less cherries?

I love cherries but they are so awkward to eat in public or anywhere for that matter. The hardest bit about eating cherries is finding the right ones. They have to be big, juicy, sweet and not too hard. Then you have the task, after you have eaten them, to find somewhere to put the stalks and stones. This can be hardest when driving. Yes you can have a rubbish bag to put them but all to often, after you put the first one in, the bag closes in on itself leaving you trying to open the bag whilst holding the wet sticky stone and trying to drive on a busy motorway.

Please can someone grow a stone-less cherry?

3 Women and an Angry Man

Our seats may be great for a football match but not to see Rod Stewart who was the other side of the pitch. This is a photo of the stage from my seat and although I had a great view of the big screen behind Rod I really like to see who's on stage in person not via a film camera. All that said he was brilliant. I've seen him live about 6 times and this concert was just as good as the very first one I went to. The sound wasn't very good to start with but that was soon sorted out and not long into the concert the whole ground was singing.

The event wasn't without its side entertainment. In our row were an older couple and in front of them were 3 middle aged women. The women insisted on standing up giving the couple behind them only a view of their back sides to look at. The couple put up with it for the first two songs but then the lady of the couple asked the women to sit down so they could see. There was some discussion between, first of all the couple and the 3 women and then the 3 women. In the end the 3 women agreed to sit down. When the forth song started the 3 women got to their feet again. The man of the couple lost it now and grabbed the women, who was sat directly in front of him, by the shoulders and shoved her back down in her seat. The women jumped back up and turned to face the man. If it wasn't for her friends stopping her she would have landed a nice punch on the man,s nose. An argument ensued and the 3 women ended up going down to the seated pitch area where they were able to stand and dance to their hearts content.

Just after half time another women appeared in one of the seats formally occupied by the 3 women. She was very drunk and she spent the second half either asleep or waving her arms around frantically, I don't think she knew where she was or why she was there but in her own little drunken world she was having a whale of a time

Just before the final song a man came along the row in front of us. He got to the drunken women and tried several ways to get past her without having to physically push her out of the way. He was fashioning a large back pack which seemed to be full and this wasn't making his task any easier. He managed to get past her and then made his way, unsteadily to the end of the row. The way in which he was walking I thought maybe he was disabled as he seemed to have difficulty walking straight. When he got onto the concrete steps it became apparent he was very drunk.

His first attempt to step down one step was unsuccessful. As he lifted his leg to step off he changed his mind and tried to stop. His body didn't realise this was his plan and tried to carry on off the edge of the step. For about 10 seconds he teetered on the edge of the step with all around him looking on. He was standing on row O so he had 15 steps like these to go until he reached the safety of the ground. We all held our breath until he had managed to sway and stumble his way to the bottom. He made it without falling but I'm not sure how he did this. The man beside me looked to me and said '' Didn't think he would make it. Good job he did, now I can get back to watching Rod''

And with that we all turned our attention back to the stage where Rod was giving us an encore.

Rod Stewart and Argyle!

Only another 2 days at work for me this week, I'm off to see Rod Stewart on Thursday. And to top it all he's playing at Plymouth Argyle Football Ground 'Home Park' so double joy for me.