Go to bed

Isnt it really annoying when it's late and you know you should go to bed but you can't. Because you you do you'll remember that site you wanted to check out or the message you wanted to put on your blog.

ATM Users Beware

On wednesday 16th August, James and I went to check out some venues for the reception. I wanted to check if I had been paid as I was considering paying for the deposit at a venue that James had already seen.

So off I go to the cash machine, expecting to see upto £600 in my account, when I pring the balance £235 is staring back at me. That's way less than what I was paid, so I print out aa mini-statement and see that my pay did go through.

I'm little confused and think maybe I spent more than I realised last week, then suddenly I see £300 on the statement. Now I dont usually print out mini-statements so I didnt know if the £300 was going in or coming out.

I go inside the bank and after about 20 or so minutes, get to see an advisor. I showed her the statement and she said it meant that money had been taken out. Shock, Horror, my heart was pounding because there is absoulutely know way that I would take out £300, I would even take out £90 unless I really had to.

The lady in the bank prints off a statement of transactions for the past 4 weeks and even she said that the £300 stands out, all my other withdrawals are for £10 or £20. Apart from one, I noticed that on the 3rd August £100 had been taken out, that wasnt me either. The strange thing about this transaction was, it occured 1 min after I withdrew £20. Now, I know that wasnt me. I remember that day, the £20 was for my bus pass, I can think of no reason why I would need £100. Believe me, if I soent £100 on something I would remember.

So I had to cancel my card and fill in a report, all my plans were messed up. I wanted to buy a really nice bustier (i think thats how you spell it) for the Summer Ball, and get my hair done at the hair dressers. I went for a dress instead (which was really nice) and got my sister to trim my hair.

Im still waiting to hear about what they're going to do, I have to get my money back, if not it means I wont be able to go to Nigeria.

I am extreamly careful when I take money out, and I know these things happen and how cared cloning works, still it happend to me.

SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL.

SHORTS: The Interview

Billy had been waiting for this for so long, the interview that would make or break him. Get the job and he would be set up for life, money would not be an issue anymore. Failure was not an option, he did not just want this job he needed it, I mean really needed it.

This was one of the biggest company’s in the industry; Billy could be one of the big boys by the end of the week.

The post had come up three months ago, the moment he saw it his heart skipped a beat. The next day he quit his job, it was quiet exhilarating actual, being able to tell his boss what he really thought of him, gloating about how he would be earning more than he does in a year. Everyone watched as he danced around the office singing ‘The only way is up…’

Everything had to be right, breakfast, filling but not too heavy. Hair, sleek and under control. Clothes, tailor-made at Saville Rowe. Shoes, Italian. Billy looked in the mirror and gave himself the wink and the gun, “Perfect.”

At 9am he left his house, the sun was out and the sky was clear. Rays of sun reflected off the midnight blue Mercedes he had rented for the day; this car was the finishing touch.

The drive there made him feel like a celebrity, no better than a celebrity, he felt like a million dollar man. Everyone watched him cruise up to the traffic lights, their envious stares made Billy warm up inside. What would they say if they knew that he had to clear out his savings just to look this good, well Billy didn’t care, it was worth it.

At 9:35am he pulled into the car park and found a spot a few yards from the main entrance, he turned off the ignition and sat just there. Billy wanted to gather his thoughts and go over his flash cards. Each one had the perfect answer to practically any question he could be asked. He looked in the rear view mirror, and watched himself, every smile; tilt of the head and laugh had been practiced to perfection. There was no reason why they would not want to take him on board.

9:45am it was time to go in. Billy took his time as he approached the reception desk, wanting to keep cool at all times. The receptionist looked up and smiled,

“Hi can I help you?”
“Yes my name is Billy Sax I have an interview at 10am with Peter Faulks”
“You have an interview today?”
“Yes”
“With Mr. Faulks?”
“Yes,” said Billy “10am on the 11th”
“Ok,” the reception tapped at her keyboard, then glanced up at Billy. “You said your name was Billy Sax right?”
“Yes, is there a problem?”
“I’m afraid so Mr. Sax, it seems your interview was for the 11am on the 10th, yesterday.”

Picnic in the Park

Today as part of the Month of Parties at church, there was a Sports Tournament and Family Fun Day at Battersea park. I took my niece along and my sister followed much later (she arrived around 4:30pm).

I didnt realise that the park was so big, we arrived at Chelsae gate and took the main path until we got to a sign saying 'Events Area'. I thought 'this is a likely location', so we continued on and in the distance I saw a group people 'great', I thought. Though as I got closer it became clear that the crowd I saw was members of the public around some pond.

I had to call my sister to find out where everyone was meeting (they where actually by Albert gate). Eventually we got there and tucked into the picnic.

I was quite tired by this time, a word of advice to anyone travelling with small children.
DONT let them take along their scooter or bike, because you'll end up pushing the thing
everywhere, with a handful of shopping, and they'll stroll along nonchanlantly complaining that no one is going to turn up.

Well anyway it was a good day, my niece didnt play as much as I thought she would (she was a little shy as she didnt know the other kids), though we did play a parachute game and she took part in a watermelon eating competition.

We played a catch until my sis arrived, then they played football with each other and were joined by another little girl.

My niece said she enjoyed herself, she fell asleep on the bus home and didnt want to take of the face paint. It was a Butterfly.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Yesterday night I wathced Buffy the vampire slayer, not the one with Sarah Michelle Geller, no. The original one, the movie. I remember the first time I saw it I must have been about 12 and I thought it was an good film, how immature. Wathching it last night I couldnt believe the lame joke I thought were funny, especially at the end with that vampire that takes forever to die.

Buffy herself is so different from the character portrayed by Geller, and the Giles character (known as Merrick in the film), is some middle aged guy that's supposed to train the slayers while wearing a trench coat, scarf and hat.

I dont know why I'm complaining really, I dont even like Buffy, and dont even get me started on Angel, that's another show that should never have started. I guess it's just weird how your perceptions of what's cool, funny and exciting changes over the years, and you dont realise until you're presented with some airheaded Xena wannabe that you used to think was cool.

Bad Combination

Two things that don't go together are hipsters and thongs. I dont want to see someones underwear riding all the way up their back. Sometimes I think people do it on purpose, I dont see how youn cant notice.

Ok if thats what you want to wear at least have some consideration for the people walking behind you and wear a long top, or a big belt to cover it up.

Better yet, wear proper jeans.

Film Four

Im so glad that Film Four is free. Last week I wathced Strictly Ballroom, which is one of my favourite films. The day before that I wathed Lost In Translation, another good film.

Finally something good on T.V, who needs Big Brother and Love Island. Both shows should be scrapped, BB is riduculous, it should have ended years ago, or not even started.

Moths

I hate moths, there's just something about them. When they fly around it's like they dont know where they want to go, it s very unpredictable. This summer I dont know how many I have killed (though I do feel a little guilty as they are Gods creations too).

Sometimes I think they coming straight for me, especially when I've tried to whack one with a cloth. The worst place to see them is in the the toilet, mine is small and they appear out of knowhere as if they've been waiting for you.

They dont look too nice either, especially the huge ones. A couple of weeks ago I went into the kitchen, desperate for a glass of water. There was a huge bottle on the counter, I was about to pick it up when I realised that there was something on the other side of the lid, I tapped the bottle to try and shake it off and the thing started fluttering around. Yes it was a moth, a huge moth. It was coming straight for me, as I ran out I noticed there was another one dancing around the light bulb.

Someone had left the window open and the light on, a bad combination, I dont know how many times I tell people to switch off the light when they're done but they don't listen. Then they complain when were swarmed with pests.

I know God is God and He knows why He does things the way he does. But why moths?

Dirty Old Men

Why is it that some men think they can walk upto you in a supermarket or at a bus stop, ask you 3 questions (whats your name?, where are you from?, where do you live?) and expected to recieve your phone number. Then they get defensive when you refuse there questions and to give up your number, they defend themselves saying 'I just thought we could be friends, you know hang out sometimes.' Yeah right... I know what you want, and your not getting it from me.

Finally working

At last my posts are appearing. I think something was up with blogger because non of my posts were showing up, so if you came expecting to read more of my rants I appologiose for the disapointment.
Now that everything is sorted I can begin, there is alot I really want to say....