Closing down

One decent place in a 10 mile zone which sells decent wines, great selection, everything is awesome and you even know the shop assistant, no, I'm not an alcoholic, no AA meetings. And guess what? THEY ARE CLOSING DOWN! Why? Don't know. Maybe there is no demand, maybe people are not interested in quality wine, I know, this is a country of lager, crisps and chip shops, occasionally cider. But why do you take this away from me? So we bought 3 bottles on special offer with the girls, this is a tribute to the disappearing wine shops in England. R.I.P. again this week.

reunion

You leave high school and you think you finally got rid of them, but noooooooo, after five years there has to be a reunion. Moreover, you are the one who emails the others to do it! Is this like a genetic footprint in your post-teenage mind? I have to lose weight, find a boyfriend and look generally successful till next July. Ollé

the big 'Oh'

You know you shouldn't laugh or smile at least for one day and definitely shouldn't joke about it. But, there's always a but. Today one of my ex classmates told me that the Principal of my high school died. First instant, felt guilty, because I did not feel sorry for him personally, but what he represented. Those five years in high school, being a teenager, horrible hair, even worse clothes and awful skin. Later, automatic question, how old was he actually? Even later, feeling sorry for The Man, after Jack Black.

R.I.P.

Bloggin' and blaggin'

That's it, lost it, gone. Bloggin virginity is in the past officially. Just the same day my final tiny hope was crushed in odeon for mockumentaries, documentary wannabe fake movies. Paranormal Activity, I can honestly say it's not good, if I wanted to be mean I'd say it's bad. Was I scared? Yes. Was I impressed? Nohoooo.