I just watched ‘Pretty In Pink’, it's a cheesetastic 80s flick with a devastatingly happy ending but hell that DIY dress creation of hers is horrendous, I reckon that may very well have put some budding DIYers off back in the day rather than encouraging them :oI remember going to the cinema with my sister to see this movie back in the 80s & falling head over heels in “love” Andrew McCarthy, so much so that I actually found it rather cumbersome walking home afterwards, the overwhelming weight of my crush turning my knees in to jelly, feet to lead not to mention my belly to a cage full of butterflies on acid.
I miss those pubescent roller coaster ride peaks of emotion, placed somewhere in the middle of nausea & euphoria.
I googled Andrew & can as a result confirm that he doesn’t have the same effect on me today…shit…why can’t we all just stay young & lovely!
As I get older I find myself being less & less physically attracted to men, in fact it’s quite unusual for me to pass someone in the street & think,
-“Phwoar, he’s a bit of alright!”
I think my radar is defunct or perhaps it’s the knowledge that I’m already with ‘Mr Right’ that makes all that window-shopping superfluous?
The majority of men folk that pass through the doors at work are balding, podgy, boring, suit wearing stingy sods that talk about finance & football.
I find them utterly repellent, especially when they get drunk & try and hit on you…Yuk!
They seem to think that just because they earn more in a week than I do in a year that somehow makes them more attractive & they boom away loudly about their tremendous monetary successes yet when it comes to tipping they are appallingly retentive, I guess that’s why they are well-heeled.
I’m on what politicians would call a living wage (when was the last time any of them actually tried living on it…never!) but I’d never in a million years ask for a receipt & then wait around for my 5p change.
I always tip, it might only be 50p but it’s a little bit on the way and if everyone I served left 10p each then I’d probably have £5 or £10 in my tip-cup at the end of the evening.
It’s a simple courtesy & gesture of kindness much the same as engaging in a little small talk with the cashier at the checkout.
I see so many people just disregard the fact that it is actually a human being serving them & not a robot in a skin suit, if you are going to be a contemptuous asshole then use the self-service machines, they were put there for people just like you probably by people just like you!
I always meander off when I’m in a cantankerous mood; I started off with 'Pretty In Pink' & ended up with 'FUB (fat ugly bastard) In Pinstripes'.
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