Samosas, Samosas, Samosas!!!!!!

Haaaaaaaahaaaaaa! They were so bloody good I threatened to write a post about them all on their own! Baby G's parents made us some samosas whilst we were in London! 10 glorious samosas... not for anyone else! No party food (as I could have eaten the lot myself then too), no people with ideas above their station! Just 10 samosas for me and my lady! We treasured them! They were gorgeous! And I don't care if I sound a greedy pig... but they were lovely! And we appreciated every single one! Mmmmmm, yummy!

Better Late Than Never... Welcome to the mania!

Where to begin?! I'm sure many of you read my beautiful lady's journal, or you would if you were sensible, as it's far more interesting than mine! And she's an amazing writer, but that is digression. My point is, you should have a vague idea of how events have unfolded of late, but I'll put my spin on things in a brief fashion, as I'd be here all night to try and get it all down! Getting on for about 2 weeks ago now (has it really been that long?) my lady and I departed for London earlier than initially planned, as we wanted to make the most of being in the capital and doing new exciting things, so we headed of to stay with my parents and my 11 year old cousin Chesney. And of course, my precious three little mittens. That turned out to be amusing and a little frustrating, as the pleb that is Chesney has broken his ankle by being a mong in the school playground and skidding around in new trainers when the teachers had instructed him not to! So he has a red plaster on his left leg! I think his ankle came off worse than the shoes! Big deal you say? Kids use crutches all the time.
Hmm, well, if you saw this kid, you would either piss yourself laughing, or smack him round the head with frustration! You'd probably laugh for the first 5 minutes, then want to snatch the crutches off him and do it for him! Hell, I used them! They're not that difficult! Why not show him how to do it? We've tried! The physio tried! And she felt he was that unsafe she refused to have him use them on the stairs in the hospital because he was so unsteady! She showed my mum who was to have him practice at home... save the hospital a whole lot of liability! I exaggerate not... it takes him 15 minutes (literally) to walk a 1 minute journey to the car from our house! So that was amusing and aside from that, it was cool to see the little swine! As was it good to see the parents and my treasured mittens... even if I did suffer my usual allergic reaction for the first few days! But I love them all the same! I don't get to go back to London much these days, and don't get to see much of the family, so it's nice to be back, despite seeing none of my mum's family as my Nan is still being a senile twat and apparently has the royal arse with me now too! I found out my Mum still seems hell bent on not mending bridges unless my Nan makes a move first, which will happen between now and never! And also that they had a falling out before I was born and didn't talk for like 18 months or something, and only started talking when I was born as my Nan came to the hospital! That fall out was over my dickhead Uncle, just like he isn't absolved of blame on this occasion... The man is a complete prick, and I think the word 'hate' isn't strong enough! Aside from how nice it was to be home, the week and a half was as frustrating as hell, as my folks house isn't exactly spacious, and my Dad is retired and sits on his butt at home all day, and although we're fortunate enough to get to share a room and a bed when we go home, my old double bed is the squeakiest bastard in the world! You'd sound like you were having sex just getting out bed in the morning! Poxy thing! We'd just get all randy and enjoying putting our hands all over each other, having to be restrained all day, and just get a bot of momentum going, and the bloody bed would start sqeuaking with it's usual 'having sex, having sex, having sex' squeak! We persevered though... like we could go a week and a half without sex! But by the end of the visit, I for one was well pissed off about being restrained and trying to be discrete! Very glad to get home and be noisy in fact! Apart from that, whilst we were in London, we celebrated a very glorious 18 month anniversary! Oh My GOD.... Life is amazing! I wake up next to the most amazing woman every day, and realise each day, how much more in love with her I am, and that this has been the most incredible 18 months of my life, and how I'm the luckiest woman in the world! So you can imagine how elated I was when I woke up on Saturday 8th April! We had an amazing anniversary... very much in love, just milling and ambling round Covent Garden, looking in all the shops, and then round Leicester Square, going for lunch, and then sitting in a little park, devouring a healthy helping of Ben And Jerry's ice cream! Ahhhhh, bliss! From there we moved on to First Out, which is a gay cafe/bar, and had tea and smoothies, just chilling and reading various magazines... which was wonderful! Before long, we had to head home to regain our energy and get ready, as I was taking my lady to a lovely, posh chinese in Greenwich. The food was good, and the company was amazing :) I'm sure I sat there with a wide eyed grin on my face from ear to ear the whole night! The rest of the trip was cating up with more family, namely my cousin and her two adorable kids, one of which was dying to see me, to show me his new Arsenal kit which he spent his Easter money buying... little love!
He's only 6, and is small for is age, so it dead cute! And I felt honoured that he seems to be an Arsenal supporter... nice to see I'm leading the way as far as the family colours are going! First Chesney, now Tyler! And it was lovely to see Hollie too, who had great fun using the crutches I nicked from Chesney. She's adorable too. She's 10 and a real girly girl, which is dead cute. It's a shame I don't get to see more of them! I should make the effort to right to them more! I spent Good Friday screaming at the top of my voice at The Stoop, just across the road from Twickenham, watching Harlequins Rugby League play Les Catalans. This was amazing, as I used to be a season ticket holder when they were formerly London Broncos, so it was wicked to see the new colours and venue... which is ace! No more Brentford crap, proper Harlequins place, and a proper rugby stadium! The sun was shining, I had two beers, and we slaughtered the opposition! "You Ain't Seen Nothing Like The Mighty Quins" as the chant goes, and comes on the tannoy whenever a try is scored! I never realised how much I missed rugby until I sat there watching it again! I'm going to have to do something about it! When we picked my lady up from Baby G's house in North London, where she stayed for a couple of days, we went for a meal with Baby G at her parent's restaurant... that was lovely! They do the best food! And for anyone who was at our house party... they're where the samosas came from, and you know how good they were! OK, so now for the mayhem... I took my treasured car in for a service and to have the cambelt replaced as it's near the recommended milege for a cambelt replace. So it went in at the begining of the week, and when we got in it to use it on the Thursday to meet my friend Lou for a coffee (bearing in mind the first time since I told her about me being gay and being with FT), so it was quite a nervous meeting. But then as I start the car, the fucker cuts out, so I think it may have stalled, as they do sometimes. But it won't turn over! So I get someone from the garage (which is owned by a family friend) to come and have a look, and he takes it in saying he needs to look at it and see what it is! Meanwhile, FT and I wait all day as I'm supposed to be driving her over to Baby G's but I can' go anywhere because I don't know what's happening with the car.
Numerous phone calls and all we get is 'we're working on it now', and then my mum drives us up there on the way to North London to find out what's going on, and it turns out some idiot didn't do a bolt up properly when replacing the cambelt, and it came loose... they need to work on it on Easter Saturday. Not much we can do, we leave it there and wait around to hear something Easter Saturday. When we still here nothing, we go up there at 4pm, only to find out, that by the nut coming loose, it has damaged the valves of the engine and new ones need ordering in. And they can't get them till Tuesday, which is when I need to be at work in Doncaster, having driven back to Sheffield and then to Doncaster! Yet the ignorant bastard didn't bother to tell us, we had to go up there, and had no time to sort out a hire car from London end! I was fuming! I walked out livid... if I'd stayed in the garage, I'd have smacked the bloke one! So I stormed off telling a bunch of his mates to 'fuck off' as they told me to calm down! The best we could do was hire a car to be collected after work Tuesday... bearing in mind I can't miss a day as I'm still on trial at this school! So yesterday I was up at 4:30 and out of the house by 5:30 to catch the train to work to get me there for 8am! I was shattered all day! But I picked the Vauxhall Corsa up after work, which is only about 6 months old, but crap compared to my Focus, and it makes me incredibly thankful for what I've got! Mind you, it's better than not having a car though! I still have no news on my treasured car, as the garage hadn't finished it yesterday, and my mum is still chasing it up for me! We're well fucked off with it all to be fair! After work I drove to meet my lady and her mum, sister and Claire in Meadowhall which was nice to spend some time with them before I sat down and relaxed and passed out! I bought my lady a red rose on the way, and it was worth every penny to see the smile it put on her face! And I was treated to a foot massage before bed, which was amazing! Fortunately I could sleep in until 6:30 today, which felt like a lie in! And it was a good day at work, as I actually felt useful unlike yesterday! So all is looking up! Life is good, I'm in love and my relationship couldn't be better! I'm one happy woman! Especially as we've been making the most of being home, utilising all of our new purchases from our favourite woman's shop in London... Sh! Mmmm, things couldn't be bigger or better, in more ways than one! And I fully intend to make the most of things tonight, and show my lady just how much I treasure her!

That Little Tag Thing From My Lady's Journal!

1. Who was your first prom date?
Erm, well, the first ball type thing I went to was my department's annual ball last April, which almost all my fellow final year students attended. I was proudly escorted by my beautiful lady FT, we both got glammed up and had one hell of a night!
2. Who was your first roommate(s)?
It was five other girls in a student flat at university... none of which I would have chose to live with! And nearly left uni 3 months in as they were making me so miserable! They were called Debs (she was like the one I actually did get on with, but was the messiest person ever)! Rachel (a compulsive weed head who had the whole flat stinking of weed, which made me physically sick), Sue-Ann (a malasian student who was never in the flat), Tess (who was, well, just weird!), and Laura (a Californian student who had her head up Rachel's arse)! Then Rachel left and was replaced by some French person whose name I can't remember.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink the first time you got drunk?
Think it was probably cider... and have been drunk on it a few too many times now, so tend to stay away from it!
4. What was your first job?
Did some temporary admin work in the office of an estate agents... the boss was a complete dickhead, but my colleagues were great! Needless to say they all ended up leaving!
5. What was your first car?
It was a G Reg Ford Fiesta 1.1. And it might not have been the newest car on the road, but it was my pride and joy, and I loved it! The first car I had after passing my test... I said a tearful goodbye to it when I sold it!
6. When did you go to your first funeral?
I was in year 12 at school, and doing my A levels, so I must have been 17 or 18. It was the funeral of a family friend who had Downs syndrome, and it was a very sad occasion. I never went to my granddad's funeral when he passed away, as my mum thought I was too young to really understand, and didn't want to upset me. Probably just as well, as she had a fist fight with my arsehole uncle at the wake!
7. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown?
I moved away from home to university when I was 20.
8. Who was your first grade teacher?
She was Mrs Payne, and she wore glasses... that's all I can remember. Then I had Mrs Bonnell who had an old citroen car with a funny roof!
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?
To Zante and we flew on my birthday, and I was well excited! But completely scared at the same time!
10. When did you sneak out of your house for the first time, who was it with?
I've never snuck out of the house, never in my life.
11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends with them?
My first best friend was a girl called Tracie Tomlins at primary school, and we just sort of drifted apart when we started secondary school... probably cos the school she went to was just round the corner from mine, and they were complete enemies!
12. Where did you live the first time you moved out of your parents house?
In a student flat at university in student accommodation. Fairly crappy to be honest, and not a patch on the humble abode I share with my beautiful lady now!
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day?
My beautiful lady, who can make the world a better place just by the sound of her voice!
14. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid/groomsman?
My cousin's wedding, and I think I was 9 or something. I wore a purple dress and was far too girlie for my liking! But I did look cute... and my mum still has the picture on the wall to this day!
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning?
Roll into the arms of my beloved, or wrap myself around her gorgeous naked body and begin spooning her, whilst thinking I'm the luckiest woman in the world!
16. What was the first concert you ever went to?
I can't really remember... I think it was a Gloria Estefan concert, but I'm not sure though... it was either that or a Boyzone concert.
17. First tattoo or piercing?
My mum had my ears pierced when I was 18 months old or something, and the idiot that didn't get the holes lined up straightly, and I'm incredibly self-conscious about them! Hence the fact that I rarely wear earrings, and when I do they are hardly ever studs!
18. First celebrity crush?
I can't remember! I had this thing about falling for women characters in soaps and films and things, but convincing myself that it was the male character that I liked... the joys of lesbian denial!
19. Age of first kiss?
I can't remember that either! Probably with an old family friend called Anthony, our families had a bit of a thing about us being an 'item'... you know what parents are like with two young kids! Anyway, I'm sure he was gay! He sounded gay, even at 8! And he played with girls dolls like barbies and things! Kinda ironic really, how both of us were gay!
20. First crush?
Can't remember! Thought one of the girls in my form at school was kinda fit, but was in complete denial then too!
21. First time you did drugs?
I've never done drugs before, in any form, and never would.

At Last!

Anyone who has a broadband account with NTL, shoot the bastards! Their server has been down for well over a week, and as a result, I haven't been able to read anyone elses journal, let alone update my own!
So, instead of thinking to myself 'where to begin...?' I'm not going to post in it now, as we have to prepare some dinner, instead I'll post some time later on or over the next couple of days when I have a bit more time!