Saturday, August 25, 2007

flower power.

My week has been
cheered up a lot by
these lovely lillies that
Rich and Mel bought me,
which gradually flowered over about 10 days
and have only just passed their best.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Two small things in my life.

On Sunday night we went to see The Bourne Ultimatum. Great trilogy...many good reasons to go and see the third installment. Here are two minor ones: the actor playing the Guardian journalist looks uncannily like each and every Guardian journalist your imagination has ever conjured; (and for you Londoners) it's unreasonably exciting to watch a lengthy chase-scene in which Matt Damon paces intently past the all-too-familiar shops of Waterloo station.

Yesterday I unusually (for a week day) read the whole of the forementioned newspaper. Had my feminist angst aroused by an article on the results of a recent sociological study, examining reasons for the pay-gap between men and women. The research followed on from another study that revealed women are paid less because they don't tend to negotiate/ask for more money so, of course, they don't get it. Cue jump to favoured conclusion - "If women stopped being silly, they'd be treated equally." But the new study indicates that, in fact, women don't negotiate because, consciously or not, they know a lady who 'asks for more' is generally disliked and thus disadvantaged in the workplace. A man who requests more money may or may not get it but he has nothing to lose. A woman who asks for extra dosh will most likely be despised, and so why would she bother? Hmph, I say, hmph.

Friday, August 03, 2007

Doctor, doctor

For the first time since junior school I have been prescribed something by the doctor because of illness. I became very confused when the pharmacist charged me £6.85 for my prescription. Payment? Eh? Don't we have an NHS?

How the world has changed since my youth. (Or maybe my mum picked up the tab back then.......)

Something to be grateful for, though: I am so unused to being unwell that I didn't know prescription charges existed.

I really am very, very sorry....

...but I am now a fully-fledged Big Brother house addict. I watch it at least once a day. See what being incapacitated for a fortnight does to you?

Anyway, the sad thing is that BB-related psychological trauma is now kicking in. This always happens if I allow myself to get sucked in. Usually towards the end of a series, I get unhealthily involved with one housemate or other. This began many moons ago, as I felt distressed on behalf of an expelled Nasty Nick......

I am now emotionally attached to Amy. She seems very eager to be liked (sniff) and a little bit dim. She's ended up being blamed by everyone for recent 'semi-evictions' into the Halfway House. (sniff, sniff) Carole is trying to make everybody hate her. (waaaaiiiilll!) And Liam - EVEN LIAM - is being a stereotypical male chauvinist git to her. I had liked Liam. I am so let down. (boo hooooooooo!)

Really, I think it's a good job that I can't follow the lives of my actual acquaintances in the amount of detail that Big Brother allows. Being party to all the tiny social complexities of a person's existence turns me into a hyper-empathetic nervous wreck.

Enough time wasting. Must get back to the telly.......