Rebelette’s Weblog

• Favourite food? Pizza. I adore it! 
• Staying in or going out? Going out, if it’s to a gig. Otherwise, staying in. 
• Ski holiday or sun holiday? Sun, sun, sun! 
• Favourite colour? Black or purple 
• Top 3 films? The Sound of Music, The Business, Trainspotting 
• Do you believe in ghosts? Yes. I’ve had a couple of spooky experiences… 
• Top 3 bands/artists? Black rebel Motorcycle Club, The Bees, Oasis 
• Favourite animal? Lambs 
• Tea or coffee? I hate both 
• Fish and chips or bangers and mash? Fish and chips 
• Ice cream or ice lollies? Ice cream, with a flake! 
• Favourite tipple? G&T or Belgian Cherry beer 
• Favourite joke? I can’t remember how to laugh 
• What song HAS to be played at your funeral? Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve (“you’re a slave to money then you die…”) sums it up nicely. 
• Top 3 songs: Love In A Trashcan by The Raveonettes, Spread Your Love and Love Burns by BRMC 

   Last weekend, I went to my local picture house and caught a showing of The Golden Compass. I was so impressed with it, I’m now slightly obsessed with the film. And any memorabilia to go with it. In fact, I have just got back from Waterstones, where I decided to make my first ‘I’m obsessed with The Golden Compass’ purchase - a very cool bookmark.If you haven’t seen the film, then I suggest you do. It blew me away. If you have seen it, then you’ll know what a daemon is. To find out who your daemon is, simply take the test by clicking on the link below. My daemon was a chimpanzee called Leonodis or something. Typical. I hate primates! http://www.goldencompassmovie.com/    

I’ve just checked last night’s winning lottery numbers and it appears that the people at Lotto have got them wrong. You see, they should match the numbers on my ticket but unfortunately, they don’t. There must be some kind of mix up. I’m very disappointed. Do they not think I deserve to win? After everything I’ve been through and everything I’m having to put up with in this absolute hell hole of a country! Forget Help the Aged and Save the Children and the sodding RSPB, I’m a worthy cause and I deserve the 10 million (or whatever it is).  

You may have noticed that I have been slightly depressed/angry/upset/bored/fed up lately and believe me, I’m getting just as tired writing these negative posts as you are reading them. So, in a bid to try and bring some happiness back into my life, I have decided that I am going to win the lottery tonight. Well, win something on the lottery, that is. I have written down my numbers, I’m armed with them and ready to fire them into the machine at the local convenience store. I have a good feeling about this.Even WordPress.com are feeling the good vibes too and here’s the proof:                                                                                                                                                                                                Caught Spam

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You have no spam currently in the queue. Must be your lucky day.       ’Must be your lucky day’ - it’s a sign! Watch this space…So, if you don’t hear anything from me again, it’s because I’m living it up on some sun-drenched island , sipping on champagne and dipping my tootsies in the crystal clear waters of the Pacific Ocean. Mmmmmm… 

 This morning, I was surprised to hear that the biggest earthquake in 25 years, shook most of England (mostly Yorkshire) at around 1am and measured 5.3 on the Richter scale (that’s quite major, in UK terms). My work colleagues claim to have felt the tremors, saying beds moved and houses rattled but I didn’t feel a thing, which I find strange, as I’m usually a light sleeper. I must admit that I’m a bit miffed, having not experienced it and not being able to swap stories with those who did feel something. However, I think I’m more miffed about the fact that there was no damage. I think that if offices had crumbled and council-owned tower blocks had swayed from side to side, there would have been a little grin on my face right now. Evil? Me? I don’t know what you mean…                                      Recommended tracks for the day:

• Kuler Shaker: Hey Dude
• Lush: Shake Baby Shake
• Oasis: Shakermaker
• Gorillaz: Rock The House

 P.S. I reckon they’re making it all up to make life here seem more interesting!  Earthquake in England? Yeah, right! ;0)

 It’s only Tuesday and already, this week,  my man has been a victim of fraud, thanks to a dodgy cash machine and I have been bollocked by British Rail or whatever they call themselves these days for not having a ticket - not my fault that the ticket man didn’t do his job on the train this morning.I can’t tell you how fed up of this place I am. I want to scream. I want to cry. And most of all, I want to say goodbye to all this. For good. You get nothing but aggravation from people here. Everything’s such a pain in the arse. All I want is an easy life. Is that asking for too much??? Instead, I’m filled with rage and frustration.  

  One thing that struck me this weekend is the fact that there is NOTHING to do here! I tried my hardest to remember what it was I did on a Sunday when I lived in England previously but the only answer I could salvage was ‘watch the Eastenders omnibus’. That’s when I thought ‘Oh dear, things really are grim here’ and instead of moping around the house, banging my head against the wall, looking out of the window at the grey skies and screaming ‘I hate this place!’ I decided that drinking half a bottle of red wine whilst watching a dvd really is as good as it gets on a Sunday afternoon in the UK. What am I doing here? WHAT am I doing here?!!! I just feel like I’m waiting to die.  All these people are just waiting to die. They just don’t realise it. The words ‘hamster’ and ‘wheel’ spring to mind when I analyse the situation here: 

1.  Get up for work
2. Get on packed-out train
3. Do 8 hours in an office
4. Get on packed-out train home
5. Make something to eat
6. Watch some crap on TV
7. Go to sleep
8. Do it all over again

Notice how there’s absolutely no socialising there. No beach or pool time. No feria (that’s a Spanish street fair/party) No trip to the local tapas bar…  I feel like a robot. Must get life back! Must get life back! 

When I was in my early teens and intrigued by the dark side of life, I used to enjoy telling people that, not unlike Shirley Manson, the lead singer of 90’s indie band, Garbage, I was ‘only happy when it rained’. However, these days, that couldn’t be further from the truth. When you have to trundle through mucky puddle-filled pavements whilst being slapped in the face by cold gusts of wind and battered by harsh, heavy droplets of rain on your way to work, just about every morning, it makes you think twice about repeating such lyrics…     

 Does anyone know what happened to Garbage anyway? They were a great band…       

Recommended rain-themed tracks:

Blind Melon: No Rain

Garbage: Only Happy When It Rains

Paul Weller: Early Morning Rain

Travis: Why Does It Always Rain On Me?  

You wouldn’t believe how much I missed being able to kick back and watch English TV programmes when I was living in Spain. However, now that I’m back in the UK, it’s plain to see that there was absolutely no need for such pathetic pining.

Since I’ve been back, I’ve been observing what’s on the box and I’ve come to the conclusion that, like the feeling of ‘missing out’ where my friends in England were concerned, there was absolutely no need to feel that way about the lack of BBC One, ITV and Channel 4 because, quite frankly, English television is appalling.

Gone are the days of (in my opinion) brilliantly scripted comedies, such as The Vicar of Dibley and Peter Kay’s superb Phoenix Nights (though I think you have to be a Northerner to truly appreciate the humour in that one). Nowadays, soap operas aside, I can pretty much guarantee one police drama (usually The Bill), one cookery show (usually Masterchef), one hospital drama (usually Holby City) and one reality tv show (Ladette to Lady or a programme about some simpleton trying to create an eco-friendly island) every bloody night of the week. It’s the whole ‘Groundhog Day’ thing again (yawn). I’m sick to death of it. You’d think that since most Britons spend their days and nights indoors, there’d be more variety and a better standard of programmes.  This country just can’t get anything right.

I bet you’re thinking I sound like some whinging old hag! Well, that’s how this country makes me feel. It makes me angry. Everything about it is just so dull and repetitive. How can anybody be happy in a place like this? I want to vomit all over a map of Britain right now. Seriously. Bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurgh! Ahhh, that’s better. 

1. What time did you get up this morning? 6:30am. That’s no time to be awake!

2  What was the last movie you saw? Donnie Brasco

4. Where is the most beautiful place you’ve ever been? Hmmm, a tricky one. Not sure

5. What do you usually have for breakfast? Toast

6. What is your middle name?  Catherine

7. What food do you dislike? Carrots and coleslaw

8. What is your favourite CD? BRMC by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

9. What kind of car do you drive? An invisible one

10.Favourite sandwich? Italian BMT from Subway

11. What characteristics do you despise? Two-faced people and those who don’t like rude jokes

12. Favourite item of clothing? Skinny jeans and anything stripy

13. If you could go anywhere in the world for a vacation, where would you go? South Africa

14. What colour is your bathroom? Sparkling white (I’ve changed my ways…)

15. Favourite brand of clothing? Not into brands and labels

16. Where would you retire? Spain

17. What was your most memorable birthday? My 21st

18. Favourite sport to watch? Sport sucks except when LUFC are playing

20. Who do you expect to read this? People

22. Favourite saying? ‘I hate…’

 

23. When is your birthday?  25th April

24. Are you a morning person or a night person? Night person, hate getting out of bed in the morning

25. What is your shoe size? God knows

26. Pets? A lion

27. What did you want to be when you were little? A cartoonist

28. What are you today?  A copywriter

29. What is you favorite candy? All of it

30. What is your favorite flower? Chinese lantern, I dreamt about them the other night

 

32. What are you listening to right now? Something by Jack Penate on Radio One

33. What was the last thing you ate? Toast

35. Do you believe in Angels? Nope

36. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be? Silver with glitter in it

37. Pet peeves? No sense of humour/prudes/time wasters and back-stabbers

38. Favorite Television show? The Vicar of Dibley

39. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My Dad

40. Do you like people? No, I hate them with a passion

41. Favorite soft drink?  Coca Cola Light with ice and lemon, sipped slowly in the sun

42. Favorite restaurant? La Taverna de Pinxto en Marbella Centro

43. Hair Color? Dark brown, naturally, but black if I dye it

44. Any siblings?  Yep, 5, technically

46. What was your favorite toy as a child? My keyboard, my Keypers, My Little Pony and my Glo worm

47. Summer or Winter? Summer

48. Hugs or kisses? Kisses

49. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate

51. When was the last time you cried? One day last week when I got home from work (because I’m sick of England).

 

52. What is under your bed? Carpet

53. Who is the friend you’ve had longest? Shelley

54. What did you do last night for dinner?  A ham and cheese toastie at the M&S cate

55. Favorite smell?  The sea and my skin as it bakes in the sun

56. What are you afraid of? Spiders, pigeons and ghosts

57. How many keys on your key ring? 2

59. Favorite day of the week? Friday

60. How many towns have you lived in? 12, although some were more like suburbs or villages, rather than towns.