Confessions of a Legal Beagle: One blog to go!

Salutations, my good people, welcome to another action-packed edition of your favourite blog, and this week I have actually been quite a busy bunny, so lets crack on with the show!

We'll skip over the weekend, mainly as I was feeling crappy so didn't actually go anywhere, but was cheered up with a comfortable win by the villa on sunday.

Monday came and brought with it an interesting start to the week. I had gone for an interview at work on friday, which I assumed would lead to yet another disappointment for me, which it did, as I hadn't got it. However, because the powers-that-be were worried that I might not like rejection all that much and leave the firm, they offered me his old job when he moves on! The job itself is a sideways move, so no more moula unfortunately, but its in a fantastic department thats always expanding, and is far enough away from teenyboppers that I hardly see any all day, woohoo! The afternoon was spent at home, as I was feeling so blummin awful that I just had to go home and die in peace, but when my head cleared of all the fungus, I realised that this is a great job for me to go into!

Tuesday was supposed to be a quieter day, a day that I could just sit back, relax and let the day take me to 5pm, which was very much the case, unfortunately, come 5pm, there was a little 'incident' at snow hill station which almost killed me! The train before the Stratford train was for Dorridge, so us stratford commuters watched as the Dorridge passengers piled onto a train that was probably older than most of the people on the platform, and trundle off into the darkness of the tunnel inbetween snow hill and moor street. Our train was alot less fun, we had 2 carriages for a rush hour commuter line, which is bad in anyones book, so we all squeezed on, making sure all the air was pushed out of the train at the same time, and waited for the train to pull out.

So we waited............and waited........and waited for about 10 minutes, after which time came an announcement that the Dorridge train had become stuck in the tunnel and had to be shifted before any train went through. This took the longest hour and a half of our lives, by which point, more than 8 trains had been cancelled, and over 500 passengers, including me, were freezing to death on the platform. Once the tunnel had been reopened, I managed to jump on a solihull train and got home for half 7, by which point I'd lost all care for the modern world!

Overnight I was having a weird, flu-powered dream about an old lady's haunted house in the isle of wight and craig david.......(don't ask, just don't ask!), and was trying to get some half decent sleep when our house was hit by the earthquake. Unfortunately for me, I was at the mid-turn stage of rolling over in bed, so when the bed moved, my weight shifted too much and I ended up falling out of bed!

Wednesday was my most fun day. I'd had the day off as I was going to the hospital again, but this time I was going for my last poking before my operation, woohoo! We got there in good time, and after parking up, wandered inside to the waiting room, and sat there for around 45 minutes waiting to be let in for my voluntary torture. I was due in next, but as there was an emergency coming in, I had to wait for some poor bloke on a stretcher to go in. After about 10 more minutes I was led into the next door room, where all I could hear coming out of the room next door was a weird, drilling, sound......poor b*stard!

After another few minutes, the consultant came in with his new assistant (young, brunette, attractive, not good, but thank god for anaesthetic!) and was talking to the nurse about this row he'd just had with this poxy manager, who was moaning about the fact that people were waiting more than the obligatory 10 minutes that he allowed on their stupid waiting list structure.

Anyway suffice to say he was less than happy with all this, which was bad news for poor old me, as he was poking me next! He was very quick and got the job done which was good, and everyone wished me bon voyage and good luck which was nice, and best of all, he told me that my big operation will be in June or July, which means I'll have the whole of the summer off, woohoo!!!

Thursday and Friday were dominated by the Labour party conference, which was taking place at the ICC. The roads have been closed off and there are rather more snipers on rooves and armed police than public at the moment, which is slightly off-putting, however I can guarantee the crime rate will stutter to a halt in the city centre this weekend, so go out, enjoy yourselves!

Are You Jealous Yet?

#9 St Lucia

This should be fabulous with a capital F! Not only do you have The Pitons, which are the most famous mountain range in the whole Caribbean as the backdrop (picture below), but this is the most celebrity-stuffed island there is, so I'm guaranteed not to see anyone I recognise!

And now on Animal Corner, I give you the most colourful bird I've ever seen, and no I'm not talking about those chavvy specimens in every town and city in England, Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the St Lucian Parrot:

I shall call him Denzil.

Are You Jealous Yet?

#10 Martinique

Now, apparrently this island is more french than any other island that they colonised, when the dutch, british and spanish weren't looking, so its gonna be a weird island to walk around to say the least! It, like all the other islands, has its own unique and varied naval history, and was the birthplace of Napoleon's wife, Josephine, so stick that in your pub quiz cap!