~The ticket saga continues: Gave up on the phone, gave up on the internet, went off and made myself some beans on toast (comfort food) and watched Cash in the bloody Attic or whatever tripe was on day-time TV. Had a bit of a sulk. Bloody phones, sodding internet, useless piece of junk that computer, anyway. And that website! Makes you enter your life history and then, just because you've not ticked a box which asks if you've got a mole on your left and/or right buttock it clears out all the previous boxes you've filled and makes you start all over again, just to teach you a lesson. Then it times you out because you've taken so long. Well sod it. I will not play any more. So there. Stamp, stamp, huff, huff, slam.
Made a cup of tea and decided to forget the whole silly episode. Stupid, stupid, stupid sodding internet and bloody, bloody, bloody automated phone services. To hell with the lot of them. What was I thinking anyway? Why was I trying so hard to get tickets for a film preview, when only a couple of weeks later we could go any time we liked and for far less money. So just what is the big deal about seeing a film on the night it's released? Probably crap anyway. And you know damn well you'll end up sitting in front of some fifteen year old texting chav eating a tomato ketchup filled donkey-burger which squirts down your neck as soon as the film starts. Bollocks to it. They can keep their stupid tickets. Pah!
So that was it then. Made up my mind to give up and do something else. Got out the ironing, hell knows it needed doing. Told myself to stop wasting time on the phone or thumping seven shades out of the computer. And stop bloody swearing, it was scaring the cat.
But then a taunting little voice in my head said "You going to give up that easy? That's not your usual style. Going soft?" and before I knew it, the bloody sodding computer was back on, I was filling the online booking form in, absolutely no problem, and KER-CHING!! Scored four tickets!!! How and why it was so easy this time, I don't know. Maybe I'd just shown the damn thing who's boss. Ha!
Which would have been absolutely fantastic if I hadn't immediately had a call from the husband to say, "good job you didn't get those film tickets, I've just heard I've got to be in Italy on that day anyway".
Oh bloody bugger and bollocks.
Anyone fancy a night out with Swearing Mother?
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Oh f**k, if only I wasn't so far away, sounds like fun. I've no doubt you will have lots of volunteers.
Shoot, I live all the way in the Netherlands and I don't know if I'll cross the Channel for the Stones.
I've had a good laugh that I needed so badly! I'd go with you if it weren't for the damned Atlantic Ocean being in the way!
Yes, yes, yes I'm in!
Oh bloody buggery bollocks too
- I can't get a babysitter.
I'll bop with you in spirit for sure. :-)
Well, isn't that the ticket! I reckon, so far I'm nearest to you! So I'll be over!!!!!!!
the hell with the tickets--go to italy!!!
That is such a good post. Isn't that typical? I wish I could go with you. That would be such a blast!
What a great post. Again. Bugger how do you do it? Now you made me swear! It's catching!
A night out sounds great, but then so does Itlay!
Love it, you do make me smile. Husband is keeping me on a bit of a tight rein at the minute but otherwise I would have loved to gone with you.
MMoF x
Sod it - too far away. We'll have to do it virtually, if you see what I mean!
SM - I bet you used far worse swear words than that! And when someone (MMof5) says that their husband is keeping them on a tight rein at the moment, don't you just looong to know why? I am SO nosy!
I would go, but I fear your dreadful language may corrupt me.
Softinthehead, Sweet Irene, Kaycie, Mzungu Chick, Maggie May,Laurie, Crazycath, Casdok, MMOF, ExpatMum, Mopsa and Mother of This Lot:
What an absolutely fabulous hen party that would be, I'd just love it to be out on the town with you all. Can just see the T-Shirts now:
"Blogging Babes on Tour"
What a night that would be.
Oh fab! We gotta do it sometime! :0)
I might have taken you up on that but a quick trip down the M6 to Brum might take a bit of explaining back home.
You're bloody well right about computers and all of IT's stupidity. There, I've joined in the swear-in too!
Hey thats an idea! Why don't we have a group swearing in? So long as we don't get too b****y gross about it.
Anyway, those stoopid e-mails that ask for your life history etc. They have the idea that your address has to include a County. Great fun when you live in a Royal Peculier like Lancaster which is a DUCHY so does not carry a County designation. But technology isn't into that sort of thing, is it?
You're on Cath, will get it sorted one of these days!
Norman, a group swear-in, now there's a thought. Like a sort of touring Tourette's troupe, or something like that?
SM - Please point out to father that "Blogging Babe" he is NOT so could not be on tour with us. He'd cramp my style! lol
That should get him swearing and he could start the Tourettes troupe tour and we could join him after.
Cramp your style Cath????
Oh I think not.
Nice to see you getting back into a bit of decent form again. Pity that you neglected in your opening words to confess that you had also give up stinking bloody billy! I miss you, you know? Fucking hell!
Hold on there Cath and Norman, no domestics please! Cath, you and I can go off on the razzle with the rest of the girls and your Dad and any other of our male entourage will be able to find plenty to amuse themselves in the pole dancing clubs around Brum.
Norman, you little raver.
Sorry Stinking Billy, I've neglected all sorts of good blogs in the past few months. Trying to write some stuff so blogging has gone a bit sporadic at the moment. Will be over ASAP to check up on you.
I win! I know I'm going to be nearest! Unless Belle reads it, from her posh part of town, which is near to your posh part of town.
We could do Blogging Brummie Babes.
April 2nd, you say?
Thank you swearing mother.
I mean, seriously, who wants their DAD out on the town with them? I love him dearly but really, there are limits!!!!
This is not a domestic. When we have a domestic you'll know. You've seen 'em. ;0) lol
This is just me being ASSERTIVE!!!!
Oh, I am another Stones fan. Although also have a big weakness for Fleetwood Mac. I so recognise your previous blog. Way back then I thought I was quite cool too (and might even have been). I would love to go with you although I don't suppose this preview is in wild wales. It's not by any chance in london on a tuesday?
What time shall I pick you up ?
I want in on the bloggin babes night out. Or the Tourettes tour.
Either way, I know a man who can print the t-shirts.
Tina!! What about "Brummie Blogging Babes Am We" for the T-shirts? Or, if posh Belle's coming, we could make it "One Is A Blogging Babe From A Posh Suburb Of Birmingham"? Not so catchy though.
Cath, I love it when you do assertive. Bet your Dad does too, ha!
Hi ElizabethM, if you're in London on Wed April 2nd you could always gate-crash the proper preview at the Leicester Square Odeon. Just don't tell me if you manage to get in, I'll be so jealous!
Oh KP, don't tempt me (sigh).
Travelling, as if we'd go on a night out without you. Unthinkable.
:) One swearing mother to another - let's go and celebrate St. Patrick.
I'll come. When we get stuck in traffic, which we will, we can sit and slag off daytime telly, stupid forms and cats. hours of fun.
Mick'll be pleased
Why does your husband have to go to Italy? Is it business or a sporting event? I think he should get his priorities right. What should be more important, his job or a hot date with you on the back row at the Odeon?? He can always get another job.
I'll go! And that was a spectacular rant. Quite expressed how I felt trying to pay my sodding car tax disk late payment penalty ... but don't get me started ...
And he can't get another sife (like you)! lol
Can we ask mill not to slag off cats please? I like my cats. :0)
That's wife, WWWife.
Ugh. Typos.
Too right Isadora.
Milla, that does sound like fun!
WW, he's secretly wanted to meet me for all these years.
Mean Mom: He must have heard you because he's moved the Italy trip to another week. I am SO impressed. Looks like we'll all have to hit the town another time.
Gonebacksouth: These things are sent to try us, and they certainly do. Is this progress?
Hiya Cath, think that's what my hubby thought, he's changed his plans so we can go!
i was so confused yesterday that i'm surprised i can work a computer at all lol...but i left a post on my blog for you, which was supposed to be directed towards wakeup and the smell the coffee (i don't know why i thought you were one and the same, because i know you're not from r.c.'s blog lol). it's about link backs...hope it helps.
Thanks Ciara, will be over ASAP to find out how to do it! That's really kind of you.
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