When I was invited to a three-course meal with ‘entertainment‘ I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, especially as the theme was the popular TV show Absolutely Fabulous, however, I’d been working pretty much non stop for the last two months and so an opportunity to have an evening out with close friends was very much overdue.
We arrived at the hotel early so sat and chatted with a few drinks to start off before being shown into the small dining area. Service was slow, and the food had issues, but the three actresses taking on the roles of the main characters were quite funny as they dashed in and out during the evening. It was certainly ‘different’ that’s for sure!
It was great to spend time with my friends, and even though the meal could’ve been better it was really good to chill out and have a laugh with my mates for once. Even when things don’t go entirely according to plan, focus on the positives and just enjoy yourself – life’s too short to worry about walnuts.
I was just minding my own business, walking along with my camera down to the local quayside, when I heard the sound of bicycle bells ringing and people whooping loudly. As I turned round I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were a large group of over two dozen men and women riding bikes in various stages of nudity! Instead of boats and barges I ended up photographing boobies and bums – blimey! (Not entirely sure the bell ringing was absolutely necessary in order to gain attention, given that their rude bits were all hanging out in public!)
The last time I saw so much genitalia on my birthday it was a rather raucous affair in a pub of ill repute during my hedonistic youth, so seeing so many dangly bits on my birthday, right outside tescos, was something I never could’ve anticipated in a million years – how fabulous!
Well done to the World Naked Bike Ride people for the birthday surprise. Goodness, that made me feel quite unnecessary, pass the brandy mother…!
When your hobby is entering online competitions, by the law of averages sooner or later you’ll win something. Of course, most of the time your ‘fabulous‘ prize will turn out to be the DVD of a movie you have little or no interest in watching, or a CD of a band you can’t stand (this is where Ebay or Cash Converters comes in handy), however, if you put the effort in and don’t lose faith you might just get something marvellous through the door.
In recent years the odds of winning anything at all have been slashed by the introduction of social media into the equation, but the old cliche still stands that “You have to be in it to win it.” If you’re prepared to accept that there are no guarantees with this pastime, and simply look upon it as a way to fill any spare time you have, you’ll eventually be rewarded handsomely for your efforts.
I now can’t wait to start spending using my new, three-figure-sum gift card – yippee!!!
Well, not me (obviously) but King of the Jungle Carl Fogarty. The superbike champion was the special guest at a local classic car and motorbike event I went to at the weekend and I have to say he was utterly charming; spending lots of time chatting to fans and signing the obligatory endless autographs.
I’d attended the previous two events put on by a nearby bike dealership, and had enjoyed those, so I’d already decided I was going to pop down there even before the ‘star attraction’ was announced. The weather in the morning was decidedly ‘pants‘ but after lunch the sun came out and off I went – all dressed up in my favourite leather jacket and new skinny jeans! Everywhere you looked was row upon row of shiny 2-wheelers and renovated classic cars. The stage hosted interviews with a variety of speedway riders, stunt bikers and (of course) Mr Fogarty. There was also a live band to keep the crowds entertained and for the kiddies there were ice creams and a bouncy castle. Stalls included fundraisers from Help for Heroes, Air Ambulance and the Fire Brigade along with a variety of meat and beer outlets.
The whole event was a huge success for everyone involved, and from my own point of view I had a fabulous afternoon surrounded by chrome, leather and uniforms. Sometimes you just have to pinch yourself…
When you hit that milestone of 6 months post-break-up it’s a good time to take a moment to evaluate. Quite likely by now you’ve managed to get the household bills sorted and done lots of new stuff by yourself. Things won’t have all gone to plan; there’s probably been several upsets along the way but you’re dealing with it.
Six months ago, when it was all fresh and raw, you might not have believed you could manage on your own, but putting some distance between emotional upheaval and current reality things become a little clearer. You’ve been given an opportunity to show the world (and yourself) what you’re made of, so don’t waste it.
However, no matter how fabulous and independent you’ve become, don’t be afraid to ask for help – you haven’t turned into Wonder-Woman in the past 6 months, and if you weren’t able to do certain stuff before your break-up there’s every likelihood you still can’t do some of it. Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness and definitely does NOT mean you can’t cope as a single person.