People in Manchester are rude...

I have to carry on reminding myself that I live/work in a city centre now... And a big one at that. Of course, this isn't London. I don't know how I'd be able to cope if I lived in London.

When I get the bus in the morning, people who have weekly bus tickets push in front of those who don't and the bus driver doesn't even get a chance to check their tickets. I always wait in line.

One woman who gets the bus at my bus stop with me every morning really infuriates me. Regardless of the fact that she may not have been waiting the longest for the bus, she'll still stand with her toes caressing the curb, in prime position to be the first one on it when it arrives. It makes my skin crawl.

When I get my bus on the way home, everyone barges on, men and women with prams using their immobile toddlers as excuses to get on first. You'd think that the fact that they had prams would merit them seats at the front of the bus.

But nooooooooo!

Soooo, many times I've had to climb over prams getting off the bus because some self-righteous prick is sat in the buggy area or priority seats and hasn't batted an eyelid.

I've come to the distinct conclusion that I need to toughen up a bit if I'm going to survive in a city centre. Although, I still like being nice and actually asking people if I can sit next to them on the bus when there's no other seats.

:)

It's Christmas Eve...

I am a firm believer that Christmas Eve is better than Christmas Day. Without a shadow of a doubt. The annual trepedation and excitement that builds up on that night while you're sat on the sofa in a brand new and crisp pair of PJs, watching 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' or 'A Christmas Carol', is so much better than the anti-climactic day afterwards, where the excitement of gifts disappears after minutes and the most eagerly-awaited meal of the year proves to be just another Sunday Roast with additional pigs-in-blankets.

Now, this is the first year where I've been this much of a BAH HUMBUG. The weather's been shocking, which has led to stressing about whether or not I can get home after work from Manchester etc. etc. I haven't been able to get paid until the 21st December, hence, having to buy Christmas presents in the mad rushes of the Arndale centre in my precious half-an-hour breaks at work. And breaking my inner pact with myself to ensure that I was out and in my own flat by Christmas time is still tearing me apart.

It should be a joyous occasion, I know.

But I DESPISE Christmas family traditions!

Because I know for a fact, that my mother will be pissed by noon so all the other minutes spent in the day will be ruined. Since moving back to live with my parent's after university, I have regressed into a teenager and am going through the teenage rebellion stage six years too late. I want my hair cut again (mostly because I know that it annoys my mum), I want my tattoo and some more ear piercings and I've started pissing off to my bedroom for hours on end within the day.

This, however, I will not be able to do tomorrow because, let's face it, it's Christmas bloody day. I'm not getting any presents because I'm saving up for my flat/house in the New Year. And the dinner tomorrow is going to be an even bigger shambles than it was yesterday.

Chances of having an argument with my mum on Christmas day - 4/1

Chances of suffering from the flu - 8/2 FAVOURITE

Chances of sitting through the Queen's speech - 3/1 (regrettably)

And chances of Saturday 25th December 2010 being a generally all-round good day - 100/1

No one really gambles anyway.

I attract weirdos...

Weirdo #1

I was waiting for the Hull train on platform 13 at Piccadilly and this guy sits next to me. He was drinking Red Bull and stank of sweat. He asked me which train was the Hull train and generally tried to make conversation with me but there was something a little off with him. I stood up when the train arrived, told him that this was the one he wanted and he stood RIGHT behind me waiting to get on the train. Got on, found a seat and tried to mentally communicate with everyone who walked past me to sit next to me. But, my luck, Red Bull fan sat next to me.

Wasn't very happy. Pretended to be asleep, which I think he bought until Stalybridge, where he then proceeded to badger me with stupid questions like, "You seem very tired," AFTER 'WAKING ME UP' and "What are you doing this Christmas?" After expressing my reluctance with staying at my parents he then proceeded to ask me if I wanted to go back to his country with him and spend Christmas there and, on my refusal, said that I should get to know him and that girls are allowed to have boys who are friends... BEFORE LEADING IT ONTO SOMETHING MORE. 

Now there I drew the line. I said very loudly on the train, "I don't wanna spend time with you this Christmas and, to be honest, you're making me feel a little uncomfortable," to which he shut up and left me alone, seeing as I'd attracted half the carriage.

Bollucks.

Weirdo #2

Short and sweet. On the bus home from work tonight, when a pissed up old man on the bus was getting off, he leaned into me and said... wait for it...

"Keep smiling, love. You'll get a boyfriend that way."

@_@

HOW DID HE KNOW?!

Am I a magnet for creepy men?!

Double bollucks.

Get me out of here.

BAH HUMBUG!!

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!

Normally, I wouldn't normally give a damn. But in my current mind state, the smallest of things is enough to rub me up the wrong way.

We are completely and utterly SNOWED IN. Huddersfield is in gridlock. It doesn't help that I live halfway up a bloody hill so on the off chance that I do risk it outdoors, the chance of me falling over is considerably more than normal better balanced folk. My street is full of cars that don't belong here because people who live in Scape can't get up the hill so very inconveniently park on our street instead. The buses aren't running so I can't get anywhere and everyone's going crazy! Morons are panic-buying bread, milk and the like in bundles because the forecast says it's going to be like this for the unforseeable future!

Sooooooooooo annoying!

And I start my job in Manchester next week! The weather had better ease off a bit at the end of this week. I've already arranged to stay at a friends on the Monday night to make sure I'm actually able to get into Manchester for my first day. Shocking.

Stop snowing for the love of GOD. The novelty's wearing off.

And I don't have a pair of gloves to keep my pinkies warm in the cold.

:'(

A Message to 'The X Factor'...

GET THE FUCK OFF MY TV.

Regrettably, my mother is a fan and if she's not watching it pissed as a fart on Saturday night, she's hogging the telly with it on Sunday. ITV - Why the hell do you need to repeat stuff all over again? If people didn't watch it first time round, it means they don't wanna! If you're struggling to find new shows to fill in these many hours, then bang your friggin' heads together and START COMING UP WITH SHOWS THAT YOUR VIEWERS ACTUALLY WANNA WATCH!

I am sick of having to scrutinise what other people call entertainment. The fashion war between Dannii and Cheryl?! Do on. Get over yourselves. Instead of spending all that money on dresses and hair, spend it on something that really matters. Save a bit of your self-respect. You're there to judge. And if you ask my, Cheryl Cole's not doing it properly. You're paid to give your honest critique on how the 'contestants' are singing, not sit there and look pretty. Grow a backbone and live up to the plate.

As for the contestants, it's commercial madness. The amount of 'bad press' that's been speculating around these people is ridiculous! Perhaps you should tell your friends and family to keep their traps shut and be a little more gracious about what's being said about you.

Find something better to put on my TV set on a Saturday night.
It's the judge's show and no one elses.

Sit the FUCK down, Cheryl.