tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post6116741094983345732..comments2023-03-27T17:05:34.212-07:00Comments on sceneofthecrime: Life is big pants, telly is thongMadameSmokinGunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-56106316963047410142010-05-22T18:02:40.634-07:002010-05-22T18:02:40.634-07:00Blimey!
I 'did' do 2 months in Dubl...Blimey! <br /><br />I 'did' do 2 months in Dublin when I was 19. I had sand and sea there come to think of it just at the bottom of the road - was living in Clontarf. From January to March - so not very tropical. Substitute pina coladas for Guinness. Does that count?<br /><br />Sorry to hear about your horrific husband. Sounds nightmarish. Maybe boring old England and the good old repressed English have their good points. <br /><br />As for divorcing a nutter - better ask Mr GPants about that as I am obviously the candidate for that post in this relationship.MadameSmokinGunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-82165119585949550982010-05-22T14:42:56.059-07:002010-05-22T14:42:56.059-07:00I should declare at this point that I was there at...I should declare at this point that I was there at age 19 as mum of a tiny baby then a few years later with a 5yo and a toddler because I had shackled myself to a Mexican who turned out to be a very, very bad husband. All that led to a hell of a lot of awful experiences for me and the boys. Shit happens everywhere but the view out of the window was nice. <br /><br />If you have never lived outside the UK but have managed to avoid needing to divorce a nutter then it's all good.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-43845961261585690982010-05-22T02:56:28.520-07:002010-05-22T02:56:28.520-07:00Oooooooh - it just SEEEEMS so much better! ...Oooooooh - it just SEEEEMS so much better! The sand is always whiter.....<br /><br />I simply envy the fact that you actually DID all that - cos I never did, and prob never will. Even tho I do have that sneaky sus that you're right about the day to day stuff. I'm just having a mid-life c about all the things I've never done........ like - EVERYTHING!MadameSmokinGunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-57146138673203445282010-05-18T18:11:42.430-07:002010-05-18T18:11:42.430-07:00Coming in late here cos I didn't realise you w...Coming in late here cos I didn't realise you were back....<br /><br />I used to live on the sandy shores of the Mexican Carribean and when I first went there I didn't understand how people could *not* go to the beach at least twice a day because the sea was just so amazing. A year or so in and I could go a whole week if not more without even getting my feet onto sand that was where it should be instead of blow in into all my clothes and all over the house. <br /><br />My miserable take on living elsewhere is that once you have kids and get stuck in the day to day of keeping them alive and fed, life is kind of the same everywhere just that you have a different view from your window (and different politics). I am not overly happy where I am right now but I am happy not be be a foreigner who is never quite trusted despite speaking the Mexican equivalent of cockney. <br /><br />Oh now you've got me thinking about white sands and clear blue sea with pina coladas on tap...bugger.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-79135468675073194822010-05-17T08:49:17.327-07:002010-05-17T08:49:17.327-07:00mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.................................MadameSmokinGunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-79406267106655060652010-05-16T14:02:27.832-07:002010-05-16T14:02:27.832-07:00'ha ha happiness, happiness, how can something...'ha ha happiness, happiness, how can something so clear make such a mess?' ah, frazier chorus. the brilliance, the obscurity, the pointlessness of the search. there is no meaning, but the search for meaning. now i have come over completely beckett.... see how effortlessly your blog glides me on! soon i will reach zen buddhism and know what happiness there is, in no happiness at all.Grithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14022216340604423686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-25137557499565297152010-05-15T10:42:55.428-07:002010-05-15T10:42:55.428-07:00I've never been very good at 'holidays...I've never been very good at 'holidays'. It takes months to get over them. Years sometimes. Then some idiot goes and arranges another one. <br /><br />The thing is, everyone knows that if you go on holiday with friends, then that's the end of the friendship, so why do we repeatedly go on holiday with our family? Are we mental?<br /><br />A real holiday would be ON MY OWN!!!! A good book, a kettle and a whole night's sleep. <br /><br />I may have to wait 20 years: Once the small things are big and off somewhere else and Mr GPants has run off with a younger perkier model. I'll no longer have to cook and can have a bath. <br /><br />Hanging on in there baby.MadameSmokinGunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-29713486412075872962010-05-14T10:33:20.727-07:002010-05-14T10:33:20.727-07:00Laughed the whole way through...brilliant...althou...Laughed the whole way through...brilliant...although (serious face) I feel your pain.....<br /><br />You are livin' the dream baby, livin' the dream....holidays! they screw you up. Very pleased I can't afford one...Lou Archerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06349559305444036113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-32944108944101560902010-05-12T15:11:33.597-07:002010-05-12T15:11:33.597-07:00Oh Yeah Baby!!! I like to lay down a challenge ...Oh Yeah Baby!!! I like to lay down a challenge me. Looking forward to the new handle. <br /><br />There's a line in the film: 'You can never have too much eye liner'. Living the dream me I am today - my upper lid liner has got steadily thicker over the last 2 years anyway but today I sneaked a subtle smudge under the eye too (it's dark and baggy anyway so what the hell?) Who knows what Gothic heights I may reach tomorrow?............MadameSmokinGunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00369302102195138989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8588974102939585635.post-29772305376913158532010-05-12T14:00:20.829-07:002010-05-12T14:00:20.829-07:00I feel your 'I was never a contender' pain...I feel your 'I was never a contender' pain. Was having the EXACT SAME thoughts today. Not even sure what people would be able to say at my funersl. 'Um, she cleaned condensation off the windows with a squeegee in winter. And in summer, she wandered round with the squeegee, feeling a bit redundant.'<br />On the 'Whip It' note (can't wait to see it, altho' it will probably be 7 years after its release), you have laid down the gauntlet. Will be back tomorrow with my roller-name...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com