Saturday, October 15, 2005
The Morning After...
Oh my heads bangin' since this morning. Tia's been up and down the stairs with cups of Tea for me all day. Poor little girls looking a bit red with the exertion - but she could do with some exercise.
Well, I'm pleased to say I got some last night. If I could remeber his name I'd give you more details, but its fair to say I was pretty mashed. I remember he might have been a student, and his place was a bit of a hole, but it was only a few doors down from Club Rumours so I was in and out quick enough to get a taxi with Asahanti.
I don't think he was used to the punters in the club. I remember starting talking too him about the scared look on his face, him and his mate were both there for the first time. I don't think they'll be there again. Still he was eager, and he had Eminem and Tupac posters so I can tell he had some taste. It was quick and unmemorable to be honest, but a nice couple of minutes of rain in a dry spell.
I suppose its also a nice change from the married men in the back lane. Poor lad probably used to them uptight middle class student gals, the thought of being used like that by a real woman had him corked in less than two minutes. I'd barely started - but we got there in the end with some manual intervention - from what I recall.
Anyway, been lying in bed surfing around when I spotted this on one of me regular haunts. I took me a while to figure out that a Meme was something you do on the web, and not a French word for the old ladybits. I was tagged by Sara to do this, so as I were lying in bed bored, I gave it a go.
7 Things I Plan To Do:
1. Get a new sound system for the Saxo.2. See Usher live and work my way back stage.
3. Get a driving license.
4. Learn to cook chips without a Microwave.
5. Marry Johnny Depp - Or Brad or George if Johnny is unavailable. Maybe at a push Vin, also, as long as the rumours aren't true.
6. Move to the nice estates in Fairwater or Pentrebane.
7. Get out of bed.
7 Things I Can Do:
1. Keep the boys happy.
2. Take me bra of one handed beneath me Burberry top.
3. Get a refund from Primarks on stuff I never bought in the first place.
4. Not care about where I gets it as long as I do.
5. Drive a bus.
6. Park the car by reversing into a space (just).
7. Get someone to smash your kneecaps if you mess with my family.
7 Things I Can't Do:
1. Work.
2. Housework.
3. Eat healthy shit.
4. Pretend to be posh.
5. Learn from my mistakes.
6. Decent contraception routines.
7. Deny my children.
7 Things That Scare Me:
1. The stuff Nostradamus says is going to happen.
2. Anything happening to my children.
3. The DSS going out of business.
4. My car not working when I runs out of Mayfairs and Carling.
5. Being abducted by an Alien.
6. My good taste.
7. Getting caught and doing time again.
7 Random Facts About Me:
1. I love Babybel.
2. I have kissed a woman.
3. I've slept with a celebrity (in Cardiff at least).
4. I once did two men at once (and it wasn't for a film).
5. I know 3 ways to kill a man whilst having a shag.
6. I've done my own tattoos.
7. I don't like work.
7 Things I Say The Most:
1. Tia, shut the fridge!
2. No, I'd rather have the money back.
3. Wicked bra.
4. Mega lush.
5. You want it?
6. Worra dick.
7. Yes, I have been looking for work these last two weeks.
Apparently I now have to tag 7 people. It could be hard becasue none of my friends have blogs or internet and the people I'd like to read probably don't read mine. But here goes.
Dio Bach (he's the only blogger I know.
Belle De Jour
Usher
Johnny Depp (he never showed last night either)
Brad Pitt
Boris Johnson MP
George Clooney
Consider yourselves tagged.
Posted by Chav Mum at 1:46 PM
3 Comments:
Chav, I think I love you.
Oh God Sharon, I've been trying to get the courage up all day long. Since yesterday in fact. I've kept putting it off and talk myself out of it, but I've not been able to stop thinking about you. I'm afraid to say I am the student you can't remember. You were pretty drunk, its fair to say. My name is Rhidian. You had no end of laughs with your friend trying to pronounce it.
So, yeah, I worked up the courage and here I am. You mentioned something about your blog, and it didn't take me long to find it. It had to be you. The hole with the Tupac and Eminem posters a few doors up for Club Rumours swung it for me.
Whilst its fair to say I'm a little embarrassed (ok, a big lot) that you mentioned my, let's just call it haste, on Friday night, I can only apologise. The fact is I've never been with a woman like you before. I've been with plenty of 'uptight girls' and your right, none of them were like you.
To say you were an animal is an understatement. Your practically wrestled me down and had your way with me. I've never been treated like that. I liked it, a little too much. So I'm sorry that I was so disappointing, but you only have yourself to blame. YOU WERE AMAZING.
So yeah. Haven't stopped thinking about you. Suddenly the sun is shining, I can see your smiling face and your long black hair over those deep eyes. I can see those little Cardiff City tattoos on your hips and smell the Poison on your body. And that deep accent, Kardiff you told me. And I can see it all. And I can't stop thinking about it.
I don't want to sound crazy, you don't realise how long its taken me to do this. But can I meet you again. Sometime? Please. If we ever did that again, I wouldn't be so useless. Drop me an email. rhidian_j@yahoo.co.uk
Sara - lol - I'm flattered.
Rhidian. Oh my, I don't know what to say. Let me think about it. To be honest love, I don't want a Toy Boy. But maybe we should meet again. I don't know. Let me think.
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