Hello,
OK I get it. I am super shit at actually doing the whole weekly blog thing and all but I promise I had a genuine reason this time (Not that being violently sick with a viral infection wasn't enough of a reason). I was getting my hair done, and yes, I know it sounds like literally the lamest excuse in the book but I had the wonderful Miss Hackney practise her hairdressing skills on me by installing nearly two-hundred micro-ring hair extensions. I now have luxurious, wavey blonde hair that both Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb have now nicknamed me either Stevie Nicks or Shakira, either of which I don't mind all that much. Besides they have called me worse things. But seriously I promise I will try and get better at the whole weekly write-up thing as I know you guys all miss it when I don't write and just disappear off the face of the planet.
This past week I will be honest has been a bit crazy, and it doesn't look as though the social calender is going to be letting up any time soon, especially on the run up to Christmas. Monday I had my hair extensions fitted (taking over six-hours). On Tuesday Mr. Warehouse, Miss Tweedle-Dee and I went to see the beautifully shot and edited new film Allied starring Brad Pitt and Marion Cotillard. I wont spoil the film but for someone who is not that into history from the World Wars (Nothing against it I just kind of got bored being a guinea pig for all my Dads Army Road Trips touring different battle grounds in norther Europe growing up) I thoroughly enjoyed it and would even go as far as to say that honestly the film spoke to an inner, deeper meaningfulness inside of me that I never expected. I feel like a part of myself is rooted back there in '40s and '50s Britain. Things were simpler, no mobile phones, no social media, not even a TV unless you were very wealthy. Fun and enjoyment was made with people and communities around you not a virtual world of fluff and noise. Anyway I digress, Wednesday I had my eyelash extensions done (They are incredible by the way and I love them oh so much), Thursday was dinner and drinks with work which fell through so Mr. Warehouse and I went for some instead. And then there was Friday. Ohhh sweet Friday!
After waiting in all day at work, terrified that my precious and rather pricey (Over £100.00) BooHoo.com order would not arrive I finished work without it and very angry indeed I now had no choice but to make do and mend (Certainly not the attitude of a '40s and '50s Housewife I might add). Heading home from work I hurriedly got ready and headed out the door, glammed up to the nines and with Mr. Warehouse in toe we soon arrived at the venue. Where were we? Well it would have appeared that the Taxi-Cab dropped up at Tre Fratelli & The Cross Keys Country pub & Kitchen in Wood End, Bedfordshire. It might have just so happened to be our old works Christmas 'Do and we had turned up to gate-crash. Despite being excluded from the guest list and being told by several people in advance that I was not welcome in not so many words, I walked into the bar and ordered some drinks. Already I felt anxious and could see that all eyes were on me and my dearest boyfriend. And why shouldn't we be there. We worked for the majority of 2016 there and I even put down my choices on the set menu for the meal so if anyone deserves to gatecrash it me!
In all fairness I think that there was a few faces that were very pleased to see me indeed. Sales reps seemed to appreciate the effort I had made with my outfit and complemented me on how "well" I looked, although the sincere comment may have been slightly tarnished with there gaze held at my chest. I didn't mind though as I
could tell that they were already boarding the train to drunkville,
steaming full force towards a hangover and sore head the following
morning. I myself was very drunk by this point after drinking copious amounts of Gin and Lemonade and even moreso of my Night Out special - Screwdriver. Besides I wanted my dress to turn heads and drop jaws and boy I had certain done that this evening I thought to myself, pleased of the impression I would be leaving my ex-colleagues. Oh what I would have given to be a fly on the wall this morning.
Many people I saw again I had not seen since before I left and I
was thrilled to have such a warm response from most people in the room. Along with the few questions about when Mr. Warehouse and I are going to get hitched from some of his close family and friends (Yes you know who you all are!), most people were even glad to see me, relieved almost shouting out loud that the party could really begin now I had arrived. I did take a moment though on the dance floor, with the music blaring, vision slightly blurry (tears or just drunk I don't know) I genuinely questioned why I left and if I had made the right decision. I caught Mr. Warehouse looking at me and he leaned in, kissed me on the forehead and said
"I knew you would get like this, so I want you to know that I am proud you came out here tonight and you should be to. You moved for a better life and a way forwards, so don't look back in doubt." And he was right. My bank balance certain speaks for itself when I think about if it was the right decision or not. The people I loved were all there but they were not the reason I left but the reason I stayed so long I think. Nevertheless I was pleased to return to my busy desk today in the knowledge that I would not have been so had I not taken my new job.
Heading into Bedford Town Centre to conclude our night I spent most of the night necking back Vodka and Orange, grooving on the dance floor and within a few hours I had blew a couple of ponies and was heading to the Kebab shop for a snackette before bed. I awoke the following morning with the most stinking headache and a back pain to match. Suffice to say I will not be drinking Gin in a while. Far. Too. Drunk. I normally remember the night out I had the evening before and everything that happened in it but for some odd reason Gin for me is like a dodgy etch a sketch, erasing parts of my night-time only leaving me with confusing puzzle pieces and no glue?! The rest of the weekend was spent in the company of the besties, Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Tweedle-Dumb all washed down with little sleep and lots of belly-cramping laughs to be had.
And so I pack away my eighteen-year-old party-girl in her box, only to crack her out again this weekend, but maybe in a more demure and sophisticated evening for my new work colleagues have invited me to their Christmas Party and I am looking forward to seeing what sort of banter they are when they're not at their desks being serious.
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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Monday, 12 December 2016
Monday, 6 April 2015
Amen.
Evening all,
So this weekend has been one of the first Bank Holidays for 2015 and as its Easter I would like to wish ya'll a Hoppy (Easter Reference number one) Easter! And whilst I was banging on, and have been for a while now about my future travels and my itchy travel-bug bite, I have stayed at home in Blighty this Bank Holiday and spent the majority of it with the other half, AKA Mr. Warehouse, and some work colleagues, whom also happen to be Mr. Warehouse's friends and family.
Friday was relaxingly entertaining as Mr. Warehouse and I walked his Golden Retriever in the nearby countryside that backs onto his home just outside Bedford. And so, after a very muddy and soaking-wet trip to the shore of the Lake watching the canine jump in and out of the water like a spawning salmon we all decided to call it a day. Once home we bathed the poor pup, soon settling into the sofa with our Chocolate Easter Eggs and a movie. Saturday Mr. Warehouse and I had planned to go and do some shopping but was hindered slightly by the fact that ever since the previous evening, Mr. Warehouse had been suffering from a tight chest and had barely slept throughout the night. Worried I knew it was an Asthma attack and begged him just to go to a doctors, albeit in vain. After picking up an inhaler we headed out, and returned later than evening from a hard days shopping and browsing to a wonderful Chinese take-away and a chance to meet Mr. Warehouse's Mom's new fella, whom seems nice and friendly, just what she needs, I think!
Yesterday however was an experience, I have to say. Mr. Warehouse and I had been invited to what was in some way a Christening but was called a "Dedication" meaning that the child would be promised to god and when it was finally old enough to make it's own decision then it could choose whether to be baptised or not. In all fairness I think its a cracking (Easter Reference number two) idea. As a Christian I was brought up with my Grandparents teaching me about the ways of the lord, learning things at Sunday Schools and trips to Church when I stayed at my Nanna and Grandads the occasional weekend my parents wanted some "adult time" away from the kids, and I must say that in all the years I had gone to and been a rather insignificant member of the congregation, albeit a part nevertheless, I had always questioned and doubted the things I had been told were gospel.
I think that in any respects of religion the science and fact of the twenty-first century outweighs the fables and folklore surrounding them. It is physically, not to mention completely inconceivable to part sea's, turn water into wine and give birth to the son of god whilst claiming to be a virgin still. I have tried turn water into wine, many times, and I have failed on all accounts. Maybe this is because I am not Jesus or god himself. Or maybe it is because they are simple tales to help people who were struggling in a time of upheaval, war and dictatorship. I am positive that like Syria, Iraq and other places in the middle east today, Jerusalem in year dot was not a nice place either. Tales and stories about a couple who was born of humble beginnings becoming the adoptive parents to the saviour of all mankind was something of fairytales. Miracles and adventures to follow the Bible, whilst some of it may be truthful of the time, the majority, in my eyes at least is fiction. I love the ideas that thousands of people can be fed by just a loaf of bread and a couple of fish or that out of everything endured somebody can rise from the dead but these seem to me ancient explanations for very simple life events.
A man is murdered on a cross and buried in a tomb with a large boulder obstructing the entrance. In the days that follow the body of Christ is nowhere to be found and it is said he has risen again to help all of humanity. Question is science may have an explanation for this. In my mind it is plausible, and in maybe a small case possible, that the boulder was moved due to a shift in the ground such as an earthquake or tremor or even moved by hand. This in turn would open up the cave/tomb to thieves and looters of the time. I mean what was stopping someone getting rid of Jesus' corpse and posing as the Christ Almighty in order to gain fame and notoriety. God was maker of all so why did he not just create more saviours of the world once the only one he ceased existence.
For example, I went to a funeral last year and all it seemed to be was God this and Jesus that. The focus I feel should be on the person in the box not a man who no-one has really seen. A funeral should be about mourning and celebrating a person and who they were and what they meant to people. A wedding should be about love and the coming together of two people with their families in order to make way for more family members in a stable home with a good, steady upbringing. A christening should be the celebration and joyful beginnings of a child's life. All these events that are held in the presence of the lord, usually in God's house should be about the here and now as well as the future to come, not about the past and how the moment and moments to come would never have happened if it weren't for the sacrificing of God's only son. Now don't get me wrong, I love the idea of a church wedding in the British sunshine and weekly trips on a Sunday morning to see friends and family as well as investing time into the community, but why can't you do that without Religion. Sing songs that are in the charts and that we all know the beat to, talk about issues in the local area that affect real people and praise the good of the world that we live in whilst making a difference to those to home. A church of people and a Religion of Community Spirit.
Its not fact obviously but in my opinion the Christian religion, at least, is something worth questioning with the information, fact and science we know now. Truth is we will never know if the story of Easter is true, at least by all Christian accounts any way. Its a controversial opinion yes, and one you may disagree with but nevertheless an opinion I have. All I know is that the church I visited with friends and family on Sunday was not as heavy as some others I have attended and as a self-styled 'community church' it was as friendly and inviting as it possibly could be. Indeed, as I looked around sceptically at the church-goers on that bright Sunday morning I saw hope and positivity. Old people that had come and donated their time and money towards something they believed in, a cause for helping others as well as an excuse to get out of the house once a week and meet up with some old faces over a cuppa and a Rich Tea. In their wrinkles I saw lives that had been lived fully, tragedy and joy endured and not all in equal measures. They were living for something. People from all walks in life, old and young, disabled and abled, poor and well-off - This is what they believed in and had faith with someone from a story book written hundreds of years ago. But most of all it made them happy. As the singing came to a close and the ceremony over with I noted the peacefully nature of the place and the smiles and grins on the faces of all who left. It then dawned on me as I looked over at the children's reading books in the corner - Religion is no different than Cinderella or Snow White. Difference is that whether you are a follower of it or not, without it the world would be a very, very different place indeed ...
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
So this weekend has been one of the first Bank Holidays for 2015 and as its Easter I would like to wish ya'll a Hoppy (Easter Reference number one) Easter! And whilst I was banging on, and have been for a while now about my future travels and my itchy travel-bug bite, I have stayed at home in Blighty this Bank Holiday and spent the majority of it with the other half, AKA Mr. Warehouse, and some work colleagues, whom also happen to be Mr. Warehouse's friends and family.
Friday was relaxingly entertaining as Mr. Warehouse and I walked his Golden Retriever in the nearby countryside that backs onto his home just outside Bedford. And so, after a very muddy and soaking-wet trip to the shore of the Lake watching the canine jump in and out of the water like a spawning salmon we all decided to call it a day. Once home we bathed the poor pup, soon settling into the sofa with our Chocolate Easter Eggs and a movie. Saturday Mr. Warehouse and I had planned to go and do some shopping but was hindered slightly by the fact that ever since the previous evening, Mr. Warehouse had been suffering from a tight chest and had barely slept throughout the night. Worried I knew it was an Asthma attack and begged him just to go to a doctors, albeit in vain. After picking up an inhaler we headed out, and returned later than evening from a hard days shopping and browsing to a wonderful Chinese take-away and a chance to meet Mr. Warehouse's Mom's new fella, whom seems nice and friendly, just what she needs, I think!
Yesterday however was an experience, I have to say. Mr. Warehouse and I had been invited to what was in some way a Christening but was called a "Dedication" meaning that the child would be promised to god and when it was finally old enough to make it's own decision then it could choose whether to be baptised or not. In all fairness I think its a cracking (Easter Reference number two) idea. As a Christian I was brought up with my Grandparents teaching me about the ways of the lord, learning things at Sunday Schools and trips to Church when I stayed at my Nanna and Grandads the occasional weekend my parents wanted some "adult time" away from the kids, and I must say that in all the years I had gone to and been a rather insignificant member of the congregation, albeit a part nevertheless, I had always questioned and doubted the things I had been told were gospel.
I think that in any respects of religion the science and fact of the twenty-first century outweighs the fables and folklore surrounding them. It is physically, not to mention completely inconceivable to part sea's, turn water into wine and give birth to the son of god whilst claiming to be a virgin still. I have tried turn water into wine, many times, and I have failed on all accounts. Maybe this is because I am not Jesus or god himself. Or maybe it is because they are simple tales to help people who were struggling in a time of upheaval, war and dictatorship. I am positive that like Syria, Iraq and other places in the middle east today, Jerusalem in year dot was not a nice place either. Tales and stories about a couple who was born of humble beginnings becoming the adoptive parents to the saviour of all mankind was something of fairytales. Miracles and adventures to follow the Bible, whilst some of it may be truthful of the time, the majority, in my eyes at least is fiction. I love the ideas that thousands of people can be fed by just a loaf of bread and a couple of fish or that out of everything endured somebody can rise from the dead but these seem to me ancient explanations for very simple life events.
A man is murdered on a cross and buried in a tomb with a large boulder obstructing the entrance. In the days that follow the body of Christ is nowhere to be found and it is said he has risen again to help all of humanity. Question is science may have an explanation for this. In my mind it is plausible, and in maybe a small case possible, that the boulder was moved due to a shift in the ground such as an earthquake or tremor or even moved by hand. This in turn would open up the cave/tomb to thieves and looters of the time. I mean what was stopping someone getting rid of Jesus' corpse and posing as the Christ Almighty in order to gain fame and notoriety. God was maker of all so why did he not just create more saviours of the world once the only one he ceased existence.
For example, I went to a funeral last year and all it seemed to be was God this and Jesus that. The focus I feel should be on the person in the box not a man who no-one has really seen. A funeral should be about mourning and celebrating a person and who they were and what they meant to people. A wedding should be about love and the coming together of two people with their families in order to make way for more family members in a stable home with a good, steady upbringing. A christening should be the celebration and joyful beginnings of a child's life. All these events that are held in the presence of the lord, usually in God's house should be about the here and now as well as the future to come, not about the past and how the moment and moments to come would never have happened if it weren't for the sacrificing of God's only son. Now don't get me wrong, I love the idea of a church wedding in the British sunshine and weekly trips on a Sunday morning to see friends and family as well as investing time into the community, but why can't you do that without Religion. Sing songs that are in the charts and that we all know the beat to, talk about issues in the local area that affect real people and praise the good of the world that we live in whilst making a difference to those to home. A church of people and a Religion of Community Spirit.
Its not fact obviously but in my opinion the Christian religion, at least, is something worth questioning with the information, fact and science we know now. Truth is we will never know if the story of Easter is true, at least by all Christian accounts any way. Its a controversial opinion yes, and one you may disagree with but nevertheless an opinion I have. All I know is that the church I visited with friends and family on Sunday was not as heavy as some others I have attended and as a self-styled 'community church' it was as friendly and inviting as it possibly could be. Indeed, as I looked around sceptically at the church-goers on that bright Sunday morning I saw hope and positivity. Old people that had come and donated their time and money towards something they believed in, a cause for helping others as well as an excuse to get out of the house once a week and meet up with some old faces over a cuppa and a Rich Tea. In their wrinkles I saw lives that had been lived fully, tragedy and joy endured and not all in equal measures. They were living for something. People from all walks in life, old and young, disabled and abled, poor and well-off - This is what they believed in and had faith with someone from a story book written hundreds of years ago. But most of all it made them happy. As the singing came to a close and the ceremony over with I noted the peacefully nature of the place and the smiles and grins on the faces of all who left. It then dawned on me as I looked over at the children's reading books in the corner - Religion is no different than Cinderella or Snow White. Difference is that whether you are a follower of it or not, without it the world would be a very, very different place indeed ...
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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