I am feeling the most miserable I have done for a long time. I am bored, I am tired,I cant sleep, I do nothing, I feel rubbish. I dont know what Im doing, I dont know what I am going to do. This life changing stuff stinks. Especially when nothing is changing. Its beautiful outside today and I dont even think I can go outside. I am not liking myself much at the moment at all.

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WHEN PEOPLE HAVEN'T POSTED FOR AGES...

Sorry, I think Im addicted to facebook

WHEN PEOPLE FIND THE LOST FEW MONTHS OF 2006

I went AWOL from the Daily Beagle for a few months around August. Well I went here which is well boring but I put all of Trapped In The Closet on it in order, so its handy for that. for some reason I cant put youtube on this one anymore.

WHEN ITS HIP TO BE SQUARE

Met Kay and Linds in The Townhouse then went to the Bate where we were joined by Annie. Bowl of nuts and seeds, bottles of wine and a pizza or 4 later from Pizza Express we ended up in Porters then, you guessed it...the place I was never going to again...Chicago Rock. Danced my pants off and had a really good night. Jesus Christed my way through Mr Brightside like a proper knob head. High light of the night for me was when Kay got MKB (yes, can you adam and eve it MKB was in th'rock?!) to ask for R Kelly whilst R Kelly was on. Loving her work.. My all time favourite Kay request was at Claires wedding when she told the DJ that if he didn't put Huey Lewis and the News on then seriously, it was going to kick off.

Saw that shit stirring Marie and said nothing about it. Well, I dont think I did anyway. I dont care anyway. She can kiss my ruby red rebel ass. Yee'haw.


You know when I move to Canada (which is now, finally beginning to freak me out a little) and I come back to visit for holidays? Do you think I will still talk the same? I hope so. I do like how I talk, Im very accentless. I'd hate to be one of those who comes back and puts on some foreign twang. You know, a bit like Manc-icity. Manc-icity for those who dont know is the phenomonom of people from arond here putting on a Manc accent which becomes stronger the further down south they go. Even I have fallen foul of it. I remember working in a vegan burger stall at that 3 day festival in Brighton asking people "do you want salad on your ber-gor". I cringe now just thinking about it. Ber-gor? For Fcuks sake.


I have lost my copy of Trapped In The Closet. I am so fed up. I think its at the pub.I think I will go down there and look for it.

WHEN MAPS DISTRACT

Some of my favourite place names in Saskatchewan

Big Beaver
Climax
Success
Superb
Eyebrow
Lucky Man
Neptune
Sanctuary
Glen McPherson
Beaver Valley
Supreme
Ebenezer
PePeekiss
Fertile
Moose Jaw
Pitman

(and my particular favourite)

Bender.

How cool would it be to live in Superb?

WHEN BEAUTY PRODUCTS ARE LIKE ANGEL DELIGHT

Superdrugs own brand face mask. The "illuminating" Raspberry one.

It's all I can do to stop me licking my own face

WHEN YOUR PET IS LIKE CLIFF RICHARD

It is with great sadness that I must report that there will be no little Jeremy puppies this year.
He was left alone with the bitch for a few days and sadly he just does not know what to do. Seemingly this is quite rare as all dogs like shagging, its only mine that does not.

See, he really is Cliff Richard.

Its nice to have him home though. I bought him a p.i.m.p red leatheresque collar with 3 row diamontes on it to celebrate his stud-dom. This was before I learnt he had not infact sealed the deal. Still, I gave it to him anyway. Jeremy could not look gayer. I kind of like it.

Took him for a walk this morning and lost my key out of my pocket somewhere on the way. After retracing my steps 4 hours later I found it on the wall opposite Sainsburys. Having a big minging Lock Ness key ring on it worked in my favour this time.

I re-ordered the crate for Jezza to travel in. I picked a bigger one thats about £120. He really is the tallest beagle in the world.

Went swimming, talked of going horse riding but it began to throw it down so decided against it.

This really is as exciting as it gets for me. I dont even have any MKB or Blind Tony stories to throw in as I haven't been in the pub.

Think I might go to Porters on Friday for a few.......

WHEN BOREDOM SETS IN

Bored.

I am so bored.

I've been unemployed for a week and three days now and I am so bored.
So very very bored, so bored of being bored I bore myself with it.

I'm that bored I still wake up at 4am cos Im too bored to sleep. Infact, life is that grim and I had nothing else to do so between 4am and 5am I organised my contact list on my mobile phone (there were a lot of duplicates.)

That is the most I have done today. Well, thats a lie, I made some carrot, celery and apple juice and watched e.r. Oh, and I had some Weetabix.

I cant even take my dog for a walk cos he still isn't here. I'm missing the stupid gay beagle. He stayed over again last night at his "girlfriends" house as he still hadn't got it on. Seemingly after he got there on Monday night he did attempt to mount her but that was as far as he got. He spent the rest of the day standing outside in the rain apparentley when he could have been in his kennel getting busy. He better do it soon, I miss him.

So, Im that bored that I am even going to go to the gym this afternoon. I know, I cant believe it either. I hate the gym. I hate it because firstly it is boring and secondly I know it will give me a cold. £10 I have a cold in 4 days. Germ filled JJB Hell Hole, and this is coming from the girl who eats food off the floor so its not like I have impeccable hyigene levels myself.

Went to Leek yesterday then had a goats cheese walnut salad at The Kings Head in Gurnett. T'was very nice indeed. John there is leaving there in 4 weeks. I lied and said I was enjoying retirement, even though its more of a long holiday.

I keep meaning to sort out a facebook thing but as I hate pictures of myself Im hard pushed to find one.

All my stuff is all over the place.
I dont know what I am doing.
I have left a well paid job where I got to see lots of people everyday to do nothing.
I miss my dog.
Its strange living back at my parents (but good cos they always have food in the cupboard and they even have a fridge.)

I cant wait til this limbo period is over.
How long can I hang around doing nothing?
I feel like going in to town and getting a job but I'm hopefully only here for a month or so and I know shortly I will have to start shipping things over.I am not looking forward to packing.
I have left so much stuff at the pub still but I dont know what to do with it. big wooden bed, massive 5 door ikea wardrobe,tv,computer,sewing machine, chest of draws,pots & pans, plates, wicker,records, so much crap that I have wasted my money on. I really dont know what to do with it. I'm eventually going to have to buy new ones cos its cheaper than sending them over.

And what about all the random crap I have kept over the years? I am such a hoarder. I'd reather lose everything to a flood or fire, then its like the decision is out of my hands.
Maybe there is a charity thing where you can donate things like that to the people who lost their stuff in Yorkshire that had no insurance. That would be a better thing to do surely?


I feel like I'm on school holidays and Neighbours isn't even on.
Im getting miserable can you tell? When will this bloody rain f%£k off?

I know I like wearing my wellies but this is ridiculous.

WHEN PEOPLE DONT KNOW WHERE TO START

Well....where do I start?

It seems Jeremy also did not know where to start. My first experimentation in the world of stud dogs was not a success. Infact, I think I am scarred for life.

We met up and drove to Claires field where they could seal the deal. Its pretty up there and if they didn't start getting it on we could always throw them in the stable together....you know- like Jesus.

Well, they ran around a bit, chased some rabbits and looked a bit keen. After half an hour of this carry on there was no action so we put them in the stable.

Now, there is one thing I will say for Jeremy. He has all that foreplay stuff nailed.Ladies, if he was a man you'd have loved it. But either my boy is a big bender or hasn't got a clue what to do.

Here comes the bad bit. I rang a dog breeding friend of mine who gave me some tips and advice. In my defence, we were getting a bit bored and I would have tried anything. Please dont make me say it, Im sure you can guess what went on. Needless to say that after I returned home (only to find I was locked out - I totally do not have this key carrying thing sorted) I had to go to the nearest pub which is of course the Flowerpot and scrub my hands. And I mean scrub.

So, I let her take Jeremy to her house for the night. Maybe he just wasn't in the mood, maybe he needs to watch a few episodes of Lassie or something else that gets dogs going. I wouldn't have thought dogs needed porn though. The other beagle, the bitch was well up for it. Shes a lovely white and tan lady called Bailey. They would indeed have beautiful puppy dogs. But why won't my dog have sex?

I went to the Queens at Bosley later with Kay and Linds for food and cider to help me forget to what I was doing an hour previous. Its strange now this morning having no hound jumping around. Im meeting her tonight to go and bring him back. She hasn't texted me so I guess he still hasn't managed it.

Two cockney owls were in a bar playing pool, one missed his shot and said "Thats two 'its mate". His mate then asked "Two 'its to who?"

I'll get my coat.

Whats red and invisible?
No tomatoes.

I thank-you

WHEN PEOPLE NEED GUIDANCE

If anyone sees me out drinking in the next few weeks and there happens to be karaoke on please, for the love of god DO NOT LET ME SING MACARTHUR PARK.(The Richard Harris version.)

I'm having flashbacks from yesterday and I remember saying that I wanted to do it. Usually that means I will automatically end up doing it when smashed.That would quite possibly be the worst thing I could ever do.

Ever.

EVER

WHEN LANGLEY FETE WAS A MILLION STRONG

I should not be allowed out.

Langley Fete was,as Stingray(RIP) would say- spiggin awesome.

As soon as someone sends me some of the pictures I will put them up. We rocked.

I found the facepaint stall and the woman went "Oh no. I saw you walk in before and thought to myself, God not her again". I asked if she would do it and she said she had only done 4 faces so she was going to pack up and go. Charming as ever and with a little monitary persuasion she soon got her sponge out and hey presto Me, Yarnold, Kay, Johnson and even Miss Heyes got Gene Simmond up. I drank too much Pale Rider then we went back to Porters. Then I think Jar Bar where I began to tell everyone how I always fancied them (which is my new thing to do when drunk). Weatherspoons and then I think the Rock where once again I wasd the only one dancing. Ended up at little Miss Johnsons house on the settee where I woke this morning under a pizza. Did not know where the hell I was.

Watched Big Brother for the first time. What the hell is that Charlie girl? Some one needs to put a hit out on her ass. I'd do time for that if someone will get me the gun. No problem.

Im proper shakey today. The beagle is getting his end away later, in a stable. I thought that would be quite nice. Very biblical.

Anyway, if love is a radio, turn up to the ten.