SHE WEARS EVERYTHING BUT PRADA

Had a semi busy week last week which was why I didn't blog. I find myself explaining that on a regular basis on this blog - but fuck it. It's my blog and I'll blog when I want to although sometimes I do wonder if anyone other than five people I know do actually read this stuff.

Work has been crazy horse busy so I took some time out last week and went to the gym for a workout and saw copious amounts of dick. The next night I went out to the flicks to see "The Queen" and instead went to to see "The Devil Wears Prada" Now this was a film I could relate to and thought it fabulous. Emily Blunt as the bitchy English assistant was a real scene stealer but the entire movie was just fabulous! I went with a guy I've met a few times when out on the piss although it wasn't until we were having drinks that I noticed his ears were different sizes. I smiled and nodded throughout and never really took in much conversation as I was fascinated by his ears. Except some slightly tipsy manual action from myself after the pub, there was no spark as he's just not my bag but a nice guy. Whoever said nice guys finish first was talking bollocks, I think I'd sooner have a guy who treated me mean than one who will drop at your feet. Although sometimes that would be handy aswell.

Went to le danse class on Friday after work - not so much danse in the classical sense but some mad chick in pigtails making me sweat like a priest at an altarboys first choir practise. The dancing part is a piece of piss although I keep on getting dirty looks from the females in class - one of the them is the instructor's friend and seems mighty pissed off that I can work my booty just as nastily as she does. The good news was that there's a semi hot guy who was working out at the class aswell. At first I thought it was a thin Pat Butcher but as I walked in I realized that it was a nice man with lovely arms. Full length mirrors are good fun so I made sure my ass was whipping round to him on various occasions. He did seem quite coy at the end but we did smile and laugh a bit - just a shame I never caught him in the showers! Naturally, I booked up for next week. I think he's a regular as the instructor was calling him by his first name and let me tell you, with arms like his he can be a regular Popeye on my Friday night schedule anytime.

David and Jon and Stewart planned an impromptu visit to Manchester at the weekend, hence me going to a dance class on a Friday night. I haven't done that for about 7 years since I stopped competing but I made up for the good behaviour on Saturday wih a roaring pissup on Saturday with Cameron. I heard dirty jokes, drank shots and generally made a spectacle of myself but it was all good fun until Sunday morning when I awoke feeling like death warmed up - a bit of the good old fingers down the throat quickly resolved that I slept the rest of the hangover off. At dinner with my parents on Sunday night (which I managed to keep down) my mother announced that according to an article she read, that she was classed as an alcoholic. She was taking this all very seriously until I mentioned that Sue Ellen Ewing was an alcoholic - she was not. However, I have found that more and more I'm enjoying a drink with my dinner. Rather than a Diet Coke or a glass of water, I'll have a beer or dare I say a glass of vino. Just to take the edge off things. Is this me on the slippery slope to the brown bag with a bottle of meths cadging pennies for a pint from strangers? If I am, at least give me the shoulderpads and quivering lips like Sue Ellen!