Daily Archives: February 22, 2009

where are the single women?

Posted on February 22, 2009 by | 3 Comments

It seems that there are loads of single women – but are there really? I am most definitely single, actually bordering on pathologically so. However, I no longer have a long list of single friends. It is almost as if they are urban myths.

Does anyone really have that sex in the city single girl group in their mid thirties?

It would seem that everyone has that token single female friend. The one that everyone can’t understand quite why she is single. But we never seem to really find each other. Why is that? Is it fear of competition? Is it that we are so busy hanging out with married or partnered friends that we don’t meet each other? Is it that we are all so busy trying to find single men that we don’t have time?

Curious isn’t it or maybe it is just me?

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2 types of people

Posted on February 22, 2009 by | 1 Comment

There are basically two types of people in this world. Forget your fancy myers-briggs or your complicated Belbins team roles, your horoscopes.

Sometimes I think that the world is divided into two types of people – those that are anxious about being late and so are therefore always early, and those that are planning on being on time but somehow always are just a little late.

No guesses which of these I am!

The trick for people like me is to learn to actually be on time rather than 10 minutes early. Otherwise when you are meeting with the slightly late, but always well intentioned people, you are standing around for 20 minutes instead of 10!

Somehow…………..habits are hard to break.

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roller disco

Posted on February 22, 2009 by | Leave a comment

Imagine this – dingy warehouse in Vauxhall, non-stop 70’2 & 80′s music, roller skates, lots of lycra, silly wigs – sounds just like a 12th birthday at the Fun Factory in Melbourne. But wait because I am now well over 12 they also give you beer! Whoo! What a brilliant idea drinking while on wheels! Makes a small mokery of the drink-driving notion as you hurtle round. But goodness it was a laugh.

I only had one but oh so spectacular fall. There I was going along, carefully avoiding the carnage that can only be expected and my back wheel was clipped by wonder woman or it could have been the girl in the fluro pink tutu either way….. I felt my wheels slide from under me, into the air and I landed with precision, right onto my coccyx. Thud! And this is where the alcohol comes in – genius – it would have hurt a whole lot more had it not been for the beer.

This morning though and without the benefit of the numbing effects of alcohol my tail bone kills and I wish they had also issued me with a pillow at the door!

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