138 Years Of History Gone In A Puff Of Smoke & Saturday Nightmares

Today should have been a happy day - it was warm & sunny & bosses J & E are off on holiday which means a week of peace. However the first thing I saw when I turned on the news was the burnt out shell of the Cutty Sark. I'm so upset because I like old fashioned sail boats & she's a very important part of maritime history. Its ironic to think she survived the worlds roughest seas & severe storms during her lifetime & once modern day man gets hold of her, she suffers a devastating fire. I hope the powers that be manage to restore her to her former glory.

The gen from Saturday was everyone had a great time (after a rocky start) & lessons learned included don't mix your drinks, dont heckle policemen ... even if they are cute and don't leave your inflatable novelty willy unattended because they get kidnapped by other women less imaginative than you coz they didn't think to buy one themselves. Oh and in my case be sure to take my passport as we had a nice argument in the waterfront bar before we set sail. The dumbest thing was she'd watched us all come in & had already served us once. I am past caring now & usually just move on to the next bar when trouble brews but my mate, who isn't known for her diplomacy when sober, let alone after a few bottles of wine & a fishbowl. She was all "Well call the fucking police then. They can do a radio check on how old she is." I was just about holding her back from diving over the bar. God she's trouble. Sorry babes! xx

I do usually take my passport with me & put it in a mates bag coz mine simply aren't big enough. But I phoned they to ask did they think I'd need it & they were like no, we never have any bother through there & so I went against my gut feeling & didn't take it. Having said that its only two particular bars that I have trouble with no matter where I go within the entire country. Roll on government ID cards.... oh wait I already have one & its not acceptable. Somebody tell me why this new scheme is going to work?! Mind you, looking young works both ways. If I dress down I get into the cinema for childs prices, hehe but mostly its a pain in the arse & brings another problem - men gawping.

We were in the same waterfront bar just after 11pm while we waited for our taxi & it was too cold to stand outside. We stood in a fairly quiet spot opposite the bar & the entire time we were there, men kept staring. They weren't even discreet about it. At least most women have the grace to be discreet. Anyway I hate it. I'm very self concious to start with, which is why I don't like going to bars in general. Then of course jealous slappers start giving dagger looks coz they've been after a particular guy for hours & I turn up and am just standing ignoring all men & chatting to my mates yet I'm getting more attention from this guy in 5 minutes than she's had all night. Which is why most times we go out there is a fight.

Looking young is a definite pain & it pisses me off when everyone's like "ooh you'll look great when you're older." What? Is that when I can't get any OAP concessions coz I still don't look old enough?! We have a bet now:- At what age will I stop being asked for ID? I think never but more realistic suggestions have been 35, 42 and 45. Seriously, can i really STILL be asked for ID at 35?! Jesus the mind boggles.

Ciao for now

TJ