The Gym, Curry and Sweaty Cockney Munchkins.
Yikes, leaving huge gaps in entries already! Oh well, I never promised I'd keep it up to date. Have honestly been too busy this week and last week. Am supposed to be doing coursework at the moment but I found out earlier that it's not gotta be in till 29th April, and I know that's not far off but it still takes shit loads of pressure off! So instead I went to the gym and wrote the questionnaire for my other piece of coursework. So I'm not wasting my time like Dave probably is right now, playing some silly game or other. Not doing a bit of housework or coursework. Oh well, I'm not at home so I dont give too much of a shit.So what's happened? Well last week we went to Basingstoke to see Dave's mommy n daddy, stayed for a few days and then spontaneously went to London. I wouldn't have minded, but it's London and I'm not the biggest fan of it. Or should I say, I'm not the biggest fan of the underground. In fact it's fair to say I despise it. Horrible loud noisy scummy dirty trains, no air conditioning, lots of smelly Londoners, hopping on and off from one station to the next, the millions of steps back up to the normal ground level (where things are supposed to be!), the stupid machines to get you in and out, ridiculous escalators where you can only stand on the right in case some fat hairy sweaty cockney munchkin (or cock munch as I just managed to read back to myself) with a briefcase comes whooshing up the left hand side cos he's busy, so so busy, he can't be seen waiting in a queue half way up the escalator. The whole thing makes me feel physically sick. Makes me grateful to actually get out into London's lovely fresh inner city air. At least in the streets you dont have to stick to one side of the path - oh no, if you want you can weave all over the place, especially if you're a tourist and you see an interesting piece of pigeon poo and have to cross in front of everyone walking behind you to take photos of it. Sorry, it sounds all very critical of me I know and there are lots of things I like about London. The National History museum for example, and the theatre and Our Hotel - and all things considered, it could be worse, you could be living in Birmingham I suppose.
And I don't have anything against Londoners either, they just seem a lot more twattish in their own city than anywhere else.
What else did I do last week? I went to a house party at one of my work mates, Meena's. It was pretty cool actually. The (One-Who-Likes-To-Think-She's) Boss turned up with her husband, treated him like shit all night, got pissed as a fart and left. And then the party started. And there was food and drink and drunken shennanigans and illegal stuff, your usual house party I guess. And I ended up taking a doggie bag (or bowl even) of yummy super-spicy curry home. What more could you want?
Well, to have the next day off work would've been good, but then i spent the whole day dressing the maniquins up so I'm not complaining.
That pretty much brings us up to today. I've been to the gym twice this week already, and it's only tueday! counted up and I've been 11 times since we joined now. Could have gone more I think, but at least I've been at all. Am quite enjoying it at the moment for a change. I think it's mainly cos if I wasn't at the gym, I'd be at home tidying up. And I'm royally not in the mood for that. I want to paint our bookcase, so I might do that later this week or in a few weeks time.
Thign that's annoying me about the gym though at the moment is the changing rooms. Now, I'm not a prude, but when it come sto taking a shower among strangers I tend to keep myself covered up as much as possible. I'll happily walk about in my underwear (depending if it's matching or not) but anything less is a no-no! So imagine my horror when I step out of the shower yesterday and find some hippo of a woman has got the locker next to mine and is getting changed. Actually no, she's not getting changed, she's sitting on the bench completely naked, faffing in her bag for something! What makes it worse is that this women is at least a metre and a half across the arse, has no intention of covering up and, most terribly of all, is sitting dead opposite my locker with her legs wide open! So when I go to open my locker I get more than an eyeful of this fat beastly women's... well, everything!! So I kept my distance for a while, feeling already traumatised, pretending to be using the body lotion stuff. But she sits there for another 20 mins, completely naked, in front of my locker. If anyone else has had an awful experience like this I'd like to know, I think we should campaign against fat people at the gym (well... maybe not fat people, just naked fat people) Or maybe just naked people at all. The other bad thing about the showers at the gym is the people who have obviously just got some stupid complex about themselves, who have perfect bodies but still slave for hours in the gym. Two of them will get together, naked after the shower and go "Oooh look at this roll of flab" (pinches invisible fold of skin) "Told you I shouldn't have had that extra slice of cucumber for lunch! Now I'm going to have to do 300 sit ups to get rid of it!" It's a huge irony in itself. I joined the gym to shift some flab and try and make myself look (what I thought in my mind as) "normal" - and what I find now is that compared to everyone else there, compared to Mrs. Naked Flabby and Miss Delusional, I am normal!
What a pleasant note to end on...
posted by Kim @ 4/06/2005 01:15:00 am
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