Any Other Party

So I'm pretty sure I deserve the Bad Blogger Award 2012 (or maybe just the Absent Blogger Award 2012) and worst of all this isn't even a blog post, it's simply a redirect. Last week I (wo)manned up and on Friday night I took myself off to Any Other Party, the fabulous social gathering organised by the girls at Any Other Woman. The only person I'd met before was the gorgeous Gemma and I was beyond nervous about meeting everyone else because I knew they'd all be COOL and FUNNY and SMART. Turns out- yes they were, but somehow I still felt like I belonged. Anna K, in particular, it was a delight to meet. And of course Rebecca.
More about the evening over at Any Other Woman: http://anyotherwoman.com/2012/09/any-other-party-the-london-edition/ that's me in photo number 6, laughing like a loon with Rebecca (no idea what at). Thanks so much ladies!

I hate bad grammar. Too annoyed to even think of a good title.

I've just had to stop reading a post on a blog I normally like because the grammar is so appalling. I'm not going to apologise for being a grammar snob and I'm not going to apologise for the fact that reading the phrase 'would of' makes me cringe.

I spend enough time being angry, frustrated and sad on a daily basis because of what my job exposes me to. Why would I subject myself to it in my free time? True, you might think that with everything else I contend with in life, getting upset at people murdering the English language should not even register on my scale, but what can I say- it really, really does. Some people don't like rudeness (it doesn't bother me, I can give as good as I get). Some people don't like spiders (they don't bother me either). I don't like bad grammar.

Thank you. Rant over. How are you?

I wish I was one of those girls...

...who can look chic on a flight in thin layers, leggings, ballet pumps and maybe even a Mulberry handbag. What I am, actually, is a girl who feels the need to take so much stuff on holiday that my suitcase is crammed to bursting so I have to wear jeans, trainers and a jumper (or maybe 2 jumpers, that's layering for you) so the bulky stuff isn't taking up room in my case. And don't even get me started on the handbag issue- I can't stand not having stuff to entertain me on a flight (have I talked before about having the attention span of a goldfish? If not I will soon...) so my absolute minimum travel requirements are iPhone, iPad, book, vaguely trashy mag (currently favouring Glamour and Red), and if I can get it past security my knitting/sewing. This necessitates a shoulder bag the size of a small country. I will never be a chic-on-a-plane girl.

How to be a woman...my arse.

Have been intending to get/read Caitlin Moran's 'How to Be a Woman' for a while ( http://www.amazon.co.uk/How-To-Woman-Caitlin-Moran/dp/0091940737/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1332200269&sr=8-1 ) but flicked through it in the bookshop today and found myself on the weddings chapter where she has a rant about a friend who's getting married on the Isle of Wight....

'All that money and trouble!! 4 nights in a hotel!! Well all I can say is they'd better not get divorced. In fact I'm thinking of sewing them together so they can't ever split up'....

Well, screw you. I got married in Italy and 'dragged' 35 close friends and family out there for a week. It was amazing and the fact it ended in divorce is the biggest disappointment of my life. And apparently my friends are the ones who've suffered most because they were the ones who had to go all the way out there for something that ended in failure.

Perhaps I've had a sense of humour bypass but I now refuse to buy it on principle.

The big smoke

When I first started telling people I was planning to move to London, I was mostly pleased by my friends' positive comments, but also slightly saddened by a few negative comments. 'London's very big' and 'you'll miss your friends' were the main ones (though there were many others).

A month in and I have no regrets, not one, nada. Well actually maybe one -that I didn't do it sooner, that I let the bastard M stop me for so long.

Why do I love London?? I can't entirely explain it. It's the buzz, the energy, the feeling of endless possibilities. The knowledge that I can do what I want, be who I want, almost completely unconstrained. (Don't worry, I'm not planning on running amok through North London with a sawn-off shotgun). The wonderful Anna K puts it better than I ever could:
http://anyotherwoman.com/2012/01/dear-london/

Happy Valentine's day.

Well, there's timing and then there's timing... Just had a phone call from my solicitor to let me know that my decree absolute has been granted. I knew there was a reason I hated Valentine's Day.

Screw you St. Valentine, and all you (allegedly) stand for.

New year, at last.

Very glad 2011 is over... surely 2012 has to be better... Has been a rough few weeks.