Pleas, Lies and Videotape

Greetings fellow blogging-buddies, I am writing this post at precisely 6.29am, for reasons that I shall explain later, but for now, on with the post.

We shall start just after my last post. On Tuesday it was my Aunt's actual birthday, and carrying on the tradition that every birthday in our family is celebrated at least 3 times due to the fact that we are related to the royal family (we will find out one day how related, but so far as surnames go, we are on the money!), so for the second celebration we went to the White Swan for a meal, before going home and watching 'The Queen' on DVD. Now, having heard all the hype from such luminary and high-brow papers such as The Daily Mail (pass the sick bucket!), I naturally assumed that the film would be a vain attempt to destroy the Royal Family in a media barrage and to get as many punches into Tony Blair as possible, whilst still knocking holes in the Diana debate. Happily, though, this film was a marvel, and well worthy of all those nice little gold people that they won a few weeks ago. It centres around the Diana thing, and thankfully they didn't get anyone to play Diana, or the boys, which would have made it tacky and...well....Daily Mail really! But generally it was a pretty accurate portrayal of the whole debacle surrounding the aftermath of the death of Diana, apart from one part of the plot where they portrayed the Queen Mother as a bumbling old lady in the background that didn't speak much apart from the odd little comment and was generally ignored by the rest of the family, which was a heavily inaccurate part of the story, as anyone who follows the royal family knows that the Queen Mother, even up until her death, was a razor sharp woman, who was an integral part of all decisions made in the household. So that lost it a mark in my book, however it was a brilliant film, well worth a watch.

Its the auction at Christies next Tuesday (3rd April), and the Lot's have gone on the Christies website, link here. If you want to have a look at my lots, or even put in a bid (please put in a bid!), my lots are as follows:

16
166
176-183
and 189-191

Theres a really good selection there, but there are also alot of other fabulous lots in the auction, such as Pele's shirt that he swapped with Bobby Moore in the 1970 World Cup, a signed Maradona shirt, as well as the usual David Beckham Boots, shirts etc.

If you want to actually see the auction Live, and even bid, register with Christies here, the auction takes place at 10.30 on Tuesday, and if you are in the South Kensington area, you can pop along and see for yourself, with viewing commencing this Saturday.

As previously posted, I was about to go on a media offensive to get as many people as possible to get an interest in the auction, so I emailed every home Premiership team who is playing this Saturday to see if I can get a small section in the 'Fan's pages' of their respective programmes. No problem there then, if they can squeeze in a small paragraph or two in the programme, for a small fee, or even free if possible, then brilliant.....

.....a response would have been nice!

To be fair, Liverpool's media department did phone me, but only to try and flog me a full page advertisement for £3,000! The swines, the swines! So media offensive, part 2 began, and failed, when I didn't even get a response from the following: The Birmingham Evening Mail, BBC Midlands-online (the section on the beeb's website for local news, who report cats with small ears and other sh*t that no one reads!), and The Birmingham Post....

....You've all made my list, you have been warned!

So the media offensive failed, well, crashed and burned would be more accurate, but never mind, I still had my wonderful job at college to keep me going, and what better way to lose any credence in an argument, than to discredit Greenwich Mean Time!

It all began on Friday, when I got back from lunch to an email that had been sent by my boss, asking me why I left for lunch 3 minutes early! Now I must explain at this point that we have 2 clocks in our office that have been set by the GMT clock down in London-shire, which as far as I know, the world agrees with. The clock on our computers, however, are deliberately set 5 minutes early, for reasons that I don't care about. Anyway I explained, lawyer-like i.e arrogant as I can't stand the awful ugly woman, that I only go by the clock on the wall as its the accurate GMT time, to which the reply came that the clock on the wall was wrong. So, in order to win an argument that didn't have any legs to begin with, the whole of space and time had to be discredited by a woman, whose only claim to fame is that she chooses men who have full wallets, bleeds them dry and walks away (living the dream, I know, but leave it!)

Anyway that was my week last week. On Sunday we went to the Orange Tree in Knowle for a third birthday celebration for my aunt (we usually stop it at 3 as 4 would be going a tad too far!), then went for a lovely drive to stratford and got back to watch another hideous ITV 'adaptation' of another Jane Austen book, Northanger Abbey. This time is wasn't quite as bad as last weeks, but it wasn't far off. Next time, ITV, leave the period dramas to the BBC, at least they can do it with some decorum.

So to this week and happily the reason for my boss' moronic bumblings has come to the surface, she basically isn't getting any at home! 'Tis the truth, thanks to the wonders of taking personal calls in the office, then having a stand up row in the car park in front of everyone! Marvellous!

The reason I am typing this at Godforsaken-o'clock in the morning is that Mom is in Blackpool today for a UCAS conference, so had the following options, wake me up when she did and suffer later, or leave me in bed and let consequences take its course. So here I am!

Finally, I have been trying to develop a myspace page since I began this blog, and have pretty much nothing on there, although for some reason, this means I have found 3 new 'friends', including someone who obviously wants to be a pornstar (how she thinks I can help is beyond me, but I'll give it a try!), and a Kickboxing academy (!), so if you want to be my 'friend', click here and join the throngs of people who have no idea who I am!

Speak soonio!