I’ve started to say ‘lovely’ quite a bit.
i.e “ooo lovely” (when something quite pleasing happens)
“that’s lovely” (instead of thanks you)
or simply “lovely”
I have no idea where this has come from…but if you check
my sent emails you’ll find I’m starting to creep in other words such as
‘great’, ‘fab’ and ‘ace’…
I’m ok with this, as it happens I’m starting to sound more
“street” but I’ll start to get worried when am saying stuff like “let’s touch
base”…I’m only 5 steps away from David Brent..
I live in Manchester and have done for nearly 5 years now.
I’m a Sheffield bird, born n bred but came to Salford for uni n sorta went with
the flow and stayed. I like it oop Norf and can’t believe how much of the world
I’ve seen and not ever been to Norwich, which upsets me.
My house is an an area of Manchester that nestles between student central and a young professional/ yummy mummy
haven. I love it because when you walk around you can find a rich mix of people
from students, to homeless folk who wear too many layers of clothes, old
people, Vicki Pollards, tracki wearing home boys and the odd crazy folk who
shout 'beans' at people walking past. I've been broke into 2 times now, but i
still love the view from my bedroom
window, and i have a back garden where i keep meaning to cultivate herbs.
I also have the worlds best wardrobe, that the landlord
dropped off when i moaned i didnt have enough space. The landlord owns a
charity furniture shop and two nice boys dropped it off, so he thought i might
like it. I'm very well aware that there's probably a very disturbed man in prison with Stepmom playing on a loop while he polishes spoons.
I’m still living with the guys who I lived in halls with,
apart from one lass who went a bit skyward and now “lives” with another lass in
a dead rough part of Manchester.
After I finshed uni I went to work in a comedy club, where
I served drunk people, waited on tables and buggered up their stock count. It
was the best two years of my life; and in conjunction with living in a house of
10, and having parties with Cement Mixers- I pretended I was a student for
another year.
Twas all well and good till I thought I best grow up a
tiny bit and applied for work ex’ at a charity based in Manc. Two years on, and
a bizarre set of incidents, events, experience and stress later (that sometimes
I cant quite believe I’m doin’ what I’m doin) I’m a full time employee of a workforce
of 3 people, I have a huge creative input- which comes with eye bags down to my
knees and boyfriends that quite don’t understand.
I want to be a pirate when i grow up...
and i dinosaur hunter
and i like taking pictures of funny things on my camera when i'm out and about...
In the midst of working I like to go out with my ladies -
which also means that i dont get to go out as much as my hedonistic student days
so when i do it's usually a mad 'un. I think some spontaneity of my youth has
been lost and defo parts of my liver to go wih it, but we all have to grow up
sometimes dont we?
Sometimes i like to have a tidy house and sit in my jim
jams and get lost in the web or shite tv. I dont want to be here forever- i
want to trail blaze across the US,
Thelma and Louise Stylee; get into wigs and play triangle for a band that are
on the verge of being signed.
But for now, with my feet getting itcher i suppose we'll
see where the wind takes me next.
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