» Sleepwalking

Sleep Adventures
I have a friend, who, when she sleeps, sometimes recounts adventures of a fictional person called Mr Cardassian.

She stayed a few months ago and I listened with amusement and interest as she attempted to talk Mr Cardassian out of buying some ice cream because it was too expensive. Apparently he did not buy it in the end, but went on to ride a carousel.

She doesn't remember a thing about this afterwards, but I like to get together with people who know her so we can all swap Mr Cardassian stories.
(Thu 23rd Aug 2007, 10:57, More)

» The nicest thing someone's ever done for me

Chips
Last night my friend Jon was round my house, along with Mr CSL and our friend Chris. Jon and I offered to go on a fish & chip run.

Mr CSL orders cod and chips with curry sauce. Chris orders two sausages and chips - plain ones, no sauce, no nothing.

We come to the queue. I order stuff. The fish and chip man makes Chris's chips and says "salt and vinegar?" I say yes, and he goes ahead. Jon says quietly, "Chris asked for plain chips."

I think "Oh no," and wonder what to do. The chips have been wrapped up.

Jon's turn comes. He orders curry and chips and then an extra portion of chips - plain. And swaps them with the chips for Chris that I ruined.

He didn't even want the extra chips.

I think that was a really nice thing to do.
(Sun 5th Oct 2008, 10:00, More)

» Tightwads

A bitch, and tight as well..
I work for a charity as some of you may know.

Now, if you should donate some money and not give us your address, we'll write to your bank and ask them to forward on a short thank you letter and a gift aid form. If you fill this in and send it back we can claim back 28% of your donation from the tax man. Happy days.

A minority of people, however, like Mrs X, do not like this. The following chat took place just now:

Me: Good afternoon, --charityname--, how can I help?

Mrs X: This is Mrs X. I donated £15 to you two weeks ago and you wrote me a letter to thank me.

Me: I am glad your recieved it, thanks for your support.

Mrs X: I am not glad. I did not want it. I did not want you to write to my bank and ask them to forward me a letter. I do not like being bothered by junk mail and furthermore I can't believe you are asking me to fill in a form and send it back. Why do you want this? It will cost me money to send it back and cost me time to fill it in.

Me: I'm so sorry you feel that way, we ask you to fill in a gift aid form so we can claim back tax on your donation, at no cost to you.

Mrs X: Well there is cost to me as I said, a stamp!

Me: I'd be happy to send you a freepost envelope.

Mrs X: That is not the issue! The issue is that you have invaded my privacy and I do not wish to be bothered by you again, in any way, ever. I shall not be donating again and please tell you superior that I think it is ungrateful and greedy to ask me to fill in this form so you can get more money.

She hung up.

Yeah, lady, I guess it IS ungrateful and greedy for us to want more money FOR A CHILDREN'S CHARITY.

What a bitch. People like her make me sad.
(Thu 30th Oct 2008, 16:48, More)

» Cringe!

Not sure how this happened...
About 5 years ago, a friend and I were picked to go on a college trip to Germany on a "Europa Macht Schuler" programme celebrating arts and culture etc.

We were given some free time to wander around the malls and do some shopping.

My friend and I were talking and walking at the same time (normally we can do this without problems).

SOMEHOW we walked into a brass band set up in the middle of the mall (instruments but no pepple), knocking over a drum. A woman came over to help us up, hissing "get up, get up, you're on live TV."

CRINGE. Multiple cringes, actually.

That's probably in some German Auntie's bloomers file now.

I'm still not really sure how it happened. Maybe the drums attacked.
(Fri 28th Nov 2008, 12:05, More)

» Pet Peeves

Incredulity
when I tell people that Mr LMS and I don't have a TV.

"What do you do in the evenings?"

"What do you do when friends come over?"

"Aren't you bored?"

"How can you cope without knowing what's going on in Eastenders?"

Araagh! You'd think I'd grown an extra head or something. I just always want to reply with: "To be honest, I would rather eat my own leg, without condiments, than pay almost £150 a year to watch the crap that programming companies dole out. I'm quite happy going to the cinema, reading, watching DVDs, and going to gigs."

**ahhhh, that's better**

I ESPECIALLY hate the people who think I cannot live happily without knowing who's pregnant/dead/having a cuppa in Eastenders.
(Mon 5th May 2008, 16:53, More)