the not so secret lives of them

anyone who has been watching Channel 4‘s series ‘The Secret Lives of Us‘ will not have been suprised to see 2 men kissing last night. I was suprised to hear Richie admit to his presumably now ex-girlfriend Miranda that he enjoyed it more with men and had had ‘full sex’ not just a ‘head job’. Go boy go!

A flurry of sms’s during and after the show confirmed I was not the only one happy at this outcome – Yay! He likes boys more than he likes girls … woo!

cough splutter

okay so I dragged myself back to the doctors this morning as my chest really hadn’t improved since my infsction a few weeks ago and I now have a new set of antibiotics. I had a choice in fact [kid in a candy store comes to mind] I could have scary sounding ones 4 a day which might make me ill over the weekend whilst in Amsterdam or I could have the other similar ones twice a day without feeling ill. So I am on the 4 a day NOT!

I also have to admit that on saturday night I was gobsmacked that Jonathan had invited his GP to the party. Today after seeing Dr Foster again I think I might invite him to my 40th, he was really sweet asked about Steve and stuff. So yeah might see if I bump into him around town

sniff sniff..

cold’s are really really annoying. I have one now and am finding it difficult to breathe even with decongestant cold tablets and airwaves chewing gum. The sooner they find a cure for the common cold the better I say – if I go through another winter like last one I’m moving to the country and becoming a hermit.

I’m convinced it’s public transport that spreads these germs around you know. I never used to get sick when I worked in pubs and clubs and my lifestyle then was much worse than it is now.

If they want to spread biological warfare around london then they don’t need crop dusters just drop a vial on a tube or train and half of london would come down with it.

Last year I had the flu jab and I’m sure it gave me every single type of cold and cough and sniffle they were supposed to be preventing so this year I am not going to regardless of how much the company promotes it.

imaginary best friends

anyone who gets metro and reads the letters page will no doubt have seen Billy Watkiss’s statement ‘who’s got the best imaginary friend?’ in reference to religion. This has sparked a lot of religious debate including a reply by Sandeep Shah who claims that god must exist because she thinks the world does not look like ‘the result of a random explosion’ and Mr Naughtie who thinks god exists because ‘it is aerodynamically impossible for bumble bees to fly’.

Well I have seen bumble bees fly and I can think of nothing more random than the landscapes of the 5 continents and so feel it could result from a random explosion. I have not however seen god in any shape or form from any of the religions around the world. Let’s face it imaginary friends are for kids.

Iain v Ian

normally it doesn’t annoy me too much when people can’t spell my name correctly. Okay so sometimes when I have to fill in a long form and then get handed back a badge or id with my name misspelt and I get angry and think why did they ask me to fill the damn thing in if they were just going to make it up anyways.

Today however I am upset because my place of work has yet again seen fit to produce documents with my name incorrectly spelt. I have after all only worked here for 2 and a half years – not really long enough for them to know me or my name I guess.

So I have decided to wage war and play them at their own game. from now on I will misspell our Health & Safety officers name on every email, note and document I produce and henceforth will refer to the company I work for as AL.