London adventures

I went to London for the first time at the weekend and loved it! Scotland is so small and relaxed, not to mention cold, in comparison. We rode on the London underground, saw Buckingham palace, big ben, Westminster Abbey, Oxford street, Trafalgar square, Downing street and Camden market place. In other words I was a tourist for a day walking around digital camera in hand. Camden town held the most appeal to me; the markets were full of my kind of clothes and I am now broke after spending all my cash. We did the Camden pub crawl in the evening- which started off at Belushi's bar and ended up at Camden pride. The club was bigger, better and more fun than any i'd been to before ( me being so under-travelled and all) needless to say I had a blast. Looking at how much it costs to live in London though...wow, Edinburgh doesn't seem so expensive to me now!

Daft anecedotes

People can be very strange. I was once on a bus going to the supermarket. I stood up to get off and in front of me there was a woman with a baby and a small toddler. Suddenly, she turns around to face me- a complete stranger- to ask if I could hold the baby while she unfolded the pushchair. She thrust it towards me before I even had a chance to answer. Stunned, I took a hold of the baby. The woman turned away and fussed around with the buggy. I had to actually step off the bus holding the baby and stand there until she got sorted out. I mean, why on earth would you hand your baby to a stranger on a bus?! I mean you get all sorts on buses don't you? I could have been some psycho who would have ran off with the baby for all she knew. Except I'm not. Obviously. Later we came up with another scenario. She could have been the psycho- trying to get rid of the baby- and could have waited for me to get off the bus with the baby and then jumped back on and drove off. Then I would have been stuck with a random baby. Imagne that situation- what on earth would you do? call the police? Social workers? The baby can't exactly tell you it's name and address.

Thank god that didn't happen.

Look, a dog!

...I just saw a really nice one out my window.

On a totally unrelated subject; flat sharing = Big, fat nightmare. I can totally understand now how people can live completely alone with loads of cats. Having flatmates just means nobody buys toliet paper or cleaning products, empties the bin, cleans, washes up, pays attention to the bills....in other words one person does all of the above. Always. There's loads of pent up anger about fridge space, missing crockery, (where the **** is my mug?!?) disappearing spoons, rude friends, someone else cooking in the miniscule space when you are hungry, loud drunken idiots, someone else's appalling taste in music, snide comments, TV viewing (or lack of since the areal broke), pizza boxes, cupboard space, missing milk, heating being left on, lights being left on... It's either an all out war or a silent "we all hate each other but we're not going to say anything". This flat would be the latter. It's becoming extremely hostile when you used to be easy going and fun.

Oh, the joys of student life

I know it's such a cliche to moan about being a skint student...but hey it's true. Its that time of year when term is nearly finished and I'm free for the summer. (except I'm not really, with having a job and all) Everyone seems to be feeling the tension; people were bursting into tears left, right and center last week, including the lecturer. And there was me thinking that everything was going smoothly: I have a job, don't need to worry about money over the summer, etc.etc...Until I spoke to my *attempts to not swear and call him names* manager about getting more hours and find that the fulltime hours I was supposed to get is no longer possible. So now I have to go back to trawling the town with my CV, sitting on the laptop all hours of the day and generally getting miserable (in other words hunting for a second job) whilst not being able to afford supernoodles (69p a packet) while there's supermarket value noodles at 10p a packet....tragic. Oh well, I'm London- bound in just under two weeks time with the girls which should cheer things up. We'll be doing all the touristy stuff considering I've never been ( that's really how under-traveled I am...I've lived in the UK my whole life for gods sake!...)

what would you do if a waitress dropped mustard on you in a restaurant?

I think last night was the first shift I didn't drop, smash or knock something over. Remind me how I got a waitressing job again? Just the other week I dropped mustard on a customer (no sorry, guest as we're supposed to call them..) Luckily he saw the funny side- I told him I had to drop at least one thing during the day and at least it wasn't an entire plate of hot food or something. Plus I apolagised profusely. Another time I knocked over an entire tray of coffees, it went everywhere- all over the customers, the table and the floor. Mortifying! In one job I accidently set a tea towel on fire. I kinda stood there thinking, "shit", which was the moment my boss chose to walk through the door... But seriously I shouldn't ever be allowed in a kitchen. A couple of months ago I set pasta on fire. I had put it on to cook and gone back to my room to freak out about my coursework. Two hours later my flatmate banged on my door in a panic saying the kitchen almost went on fire. I ran through and the room was filled with thick, black smoke- needless to say I had to make a few sheepish apolagises.

Today has been very productive. I got up at 12, hung around eating toast and drinking tea and watched breakfast at tiffanys for the first time- seeing as it's pissing it down with rain outside. (WHERE is the summer I ask?! I've bought sunglasses and everything!) So here's me trying to expand my film knowledge seeing as Breakfast at tiffanys is meant to be a classic and all that. I can't believe how glamourous it is- hollywood must have been so different back then. I kinda lost track though and only watched it halfway through and now I'm watching Valentines day again...Don't judge. I guess I'd better go and "cook" some dinner though so I can get myself down to the pub for my boyfriend's dad's birthday- weirdly his is the day after my own dad's birthday. But yeah, i'm just hoping there won't be any random family members I haven't met yet- I get all nervous and freak out about what to say. Anyway, happy Saturday and if anybody has any suggestions about a film I should see and may actually watch then let me know. :)
 

Welcome to my blog

Welcome to my first ever blog. I decided I needed a place to put down my rambling dis-jointed thoughts; like the fat pigeon at work and the mystery door at number 105. While trying to come up with some sort of clever, witty user name I really couldn't think of anything. Pink Panther doesn't have any kind of hidden meaning; I am not a massive fan of the colour pink and neither am I a panther- obviously. I was sitting here earlier on eating a packet of "Pink panther" wafer biscuits...that's really all there is to it. So today is the 10th of June, a typical weird mix of rain, sun and coldness in Scotland. I'm almost finished studying for the summer which means no more seeing the hilarious fat pigeon at placement (I worked in a nursing home and there was a bird seed thing in the garden. This one pigeon caught on that if it sat there all day then seeds would fall out regularly. It literally sat there with its mouth open waiting to catch the seeds- it is actually obese, waddles instead of walking..) Anyway that's all for my first post- more to come tomorrow!