2000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My car mileage hit 100000m, and the same week I get 2000th HIT!!!

Thanks for whoever paid the kind attention to my page xxx

Europe!!

I have never done road trips before. Reasons being;
1. I didn't drive till recently,
2. I don't have a mate who can put up with me for the duration of a trip in a small car with certain uncomfortableness of bumpy roads and sign posts in various different languages, including Welsh. (Croeso Y Cymru!)
3. It's usually cheaper to fly, and I am not romanticised by the sound of road trips, nor besotted by the idea of being green.

Well, it's almost the end of the year, and it is the wine time. Beaujolais Nouveau was released almost 2 weeks ago, and this is the time of the year I do my whole year load of wine shopping, in France.

Sounds gloriously posh, I am sure, but the reality is that I drive down M20 in the middle of the night so I can get on the cheapest ferry of the day, get to Calais in very early hours, it is so early I can't see which side of the road I should be sticking to, so I sleep in the car, under the layers of overcoats.

Then I go to one of these wine super stores which was clearly build for Britons and not for the locals, and buy as much wine as I can put on my battered small French car, before driving straight back to the port for a few more hours of sleep, followed by another cheap ferry ride and M20 + M25 +M4 driving.

This year, because I was so fed up with my work and everything else, I have decided to extend the trip, and even take someone with me.

We have left my place at 11pm, got to Dover at 1.15am, and got to Calais at 4.30am. We slept horizontally on front and back seats for 3.5 hours, and drove for 1.5 hrs to marvellous Brugges.

It was so much fun. It was cold and beautiful, not at all threatening. We didn't get lost, and the hotel was OK. Had some tasty beers, and all these beer infused dishes, along with fries and mayo. Loads of chocs and waffles.

Brugges was very laid back place. It is a big tourist place, yet you never get hustled to spend stupid money on stupid stuff, unless you really wanted to. I mean, what sort of tourist place shut all the supermarkets and many shops just because it's Sunday?

There was one of these famous Christmas markets in the market place, around this ice rink, surrounded by blue-purple Christmas tree shaped illumination displays. Everyone had mulled wine and hot chocolate milk in Styrofoam cups, listening to no-ty's semi oldie club classics. It was just perfect.

Now I have a year supply of wine and ready to work through till next holiday. Free cheers all around!

Asking Him Out

Since when it became a norm and a OK thing to ask a man if you are his girlfriend? You have got to be joking telling me that I should have asked every single one of my exes! You don't ask a guy that because he will run for his life!

 

I have only asked this once, and I went through hell. It was only worth it as he is love of my life. But I swore that it was a naive side of me doing unthinkable in youth.

 

Besides, if you have to ask, then there is something wrong with you two. He clearly isn't man enough to be obvious, or just being sloppy and lazy and taking you lightly, or whatever.

 

Nobody ever asked me to be a girlfriend (except for the one I run for my life,) and that was a norm to me. Only one person I knew asked a girl to be his girl friend, and it was a grand gesture by our standard, as she was not giving in, and she was a big deal to him.

 

I am having a hard time accepting that that is what everyone else does. I thought that only happens in kindergarten playgrounds.

I Tell You One Thing

You don't deserve my pathetic attention just because you are bored,

 

You cannot invade into my life and drop me left in the cold yawning for more,

 

I am no masochist and I do know pain,

 

I know my boss and I know when I am in the right,

 

You can't get rid of me just because you got timid,

 

I am still going away and come back and sit still like always,

 

F-off if you will, you are a waste of everything,

 

Leave me alone, you will kill me even if you didn't try,

 

Please, just go away. (And I can never vocalize.)

On the Edge

Knowing a pain in the stomach, think I got an ulcer. Too tired to plan my holiday, too bored to sleep. Oh, my dog's throwing up blood, or something, that's sad, I feel bad.

Feeling totally isolated in the day, it's beyond hatred that is swirling in my head. Why it is always my fault. Why am I the lowest paid person when everbody esle just jerks around doing nothing.

Freezing down to my toes in the night, wearing duvet, wrapped up in furry slippers, still haven't turned the heating on. Saving energy is no act of a greener mind, it's just a bit of joy to get 200 quid back from electricity company every 5 month.

That stupid Nissan Z nearly crashed me against the central reservation, why these expensive cars never have working indicators. Having a BMW doesn't twist your highway code on signaling. Was thrilling to be bound by Cayenne S and Carrera, doing 20M over the limit. It was a near death experience.

What happens if I just went that way? People will all hate me for blocking the slipways, but what esle?

Look at that minced fox on the hard shoulder. Isn't that cold...