tag:dirtysunflowers.blog.co.uk,2009-11-12:/MokoFeed2009-11-12T00:13:53+01:00tag:dirtysunflowers.blog.co.uk,2008-06-07:/2008/06/07/patronising-people-4286294/DirtySunflower2008-06-07T20:35:20+02:002008-06-07T20:35:20+02:00 <p>Don't you just hate patronising people?</p> <p>Not to be big headed but...</p> <p>Someone was patronising towards me today. I just felt like saying: "<em>Hey! I'm more good-looking than you are, you've got some stupid, squeeky little bitch pregnant with your child, you have no stability or fixed home to support the two, I have prospects, money in the bank and a family to rely on if I need them. What do you have? Oh. You play for Runcorn Supporters Football Club. Sorry mate, I thought I was better than you for a second there.</em>" </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dirtysunflowers.blog.co.uk/2008/06/07/patronising-people-4286294/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:dirtysunflowers.blog.co.uk,2008-06-07:/2008/06/07/the-simple-life-4284825/DirtySunflower2008-06-07T13:11:13+02:002008-06-07T13:11:13+02:00 <p>So I woke up at six am this morning as a result of my partner texting me, as he'd just finished his work shift. I kept falling back to sleep, then when I eventually woke up at around nine am I had seven text messages from him. He was nagging at me to go round to his house as I hadn't seen him since seven pm the previous evening. He lives across the road so I got my slippers and dressing gown on, popped a chewing gum in my mouth, sprayed a bit of Chanel* and went over.</p> <p>We lay in bed for a bit watching <em>Scooby Doo</em> (the other day someone said to me 'I don't think I've ever seen the same episode twice' regarding <em>Scooby Doo</em>, I agree strongly with this), then we watched another program where three adults versus three children to create products which differ from episode to episode. The adults won inevitably. I mean, eight to twelve year olds don't have the foggiest about market research (etc)... Do they? Personally, I thought that program was a waste of everyone's time and effort.</p> <p>I have an uncontrollable urge to go out tonight into Manchester, prefferably the Printworks*, and get stonkingly drunk. But the fact that I have no money and work tomorrow puts me off somewhat. The customers never do appreciate waitresses who have hangover hands*.</p> <p>*<strong>Chane</strong>l: perfume, Coco Mademoiselle, I swear by it. It's probably the only perfume I've worn in the past twelve months. It's fucking expensive though.<br>*<strong>The Printworks</strong>: an indoor thing in Manchester, with loads of clubs. It's really quite terrific.<br>*<strong>Hangover hands</strong>: shakey hands. Never a good thing.</p> <p>My quote for today: "<em>Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedy</em>" - <strong>Groucho Marx</strong>.<br>Who and where is this man? Why is he not the Primeminister and why have I not had sex with him yet?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://dirtysunflowers.blog.co.uk/2008/06/07/the-simple-life-4284825/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>