Just to lighten the mood
Oh it is all rather sombre on here today. I don’t want to get you guys down as well. So I will share a funny story with you from yesterday.
I was sitting on the train to Basingstoke to meet my old university mate and his lovely lady-friend. I really love these two – he and I go back to like week 1 of uni, and I’ll always be in his debt for poking me in the ribs when I fell asleep in a lecture (not too unusual for a student really but here comes the odd bit) and started squeaking in my sleep. With every inhalation I made this bizarre noise. He said that the lecturer had begun to notice (and it was a large class with about 100 people in it if I remember correctly – which I probably don’t). So he jabbed me and woke me up and I was cross, but ultimately grateful.
But that isn’t the funny story, although actually, that is pretty amusing in itself.
Anyway, as I keep saying on here, I am dead tired at the moment. And there I am on this train. Basingstoke is a bit of a way out so there is only one stop before it (Woking) and the train is picking up speed. It rocks gently as it glides through the darkness of suburbia. I start to nod off. Head dipping, bobbing… I must have fallen asleep in no time.
And I must have been dreaming about food (probably because I am too poor to buy any nice food at the moment and I am obsessed with food anyway). The train starts pulling into Woking. I am still asleep. People around me start fidgeting in their seats, folding newspapers, gathering work together, putting on outerwear and bracing themselves for returning to the elements. This wakes me up.
And I just manage to catch myself in time to stop me saying really loudly: “So, does Caroline want a chicken platter then?”
Now, that could have been embarrassing. I went crimson anyway at just the thought of what I nearly did. Sometimes I really think that I am a loon.
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haha that made me laugh. Very good for lightening up the mood. My friend caught herself dribbling on the train once. Now that was bad. She is a model and was on her way to a shoot. Woke up and saw dribble down her top starting from her chin.
brilliant brilliant!!! har har
But this is the other thing: what would a chicken platter consist of (I mean, yes, chicken of course… but how imaginative can you be with chicken on a platter?)
don’t get me started on food!
chicken wings
chicken strips
chicken skewers
breaded chicken
oh mmmmmmmm
the girl next to me just had a chicken pitta.. with philli.. it looked yum
I love the stuff you say when you’re half-asleep. I once said (McDreamy told me afterwards to my complete embarrassement) “The raptor is soooo much better than the t-rex, my favourite dinosaur is the raaaaaaptoooorr!”
Venting – that is fucking funny
I just managed to get a free chicken sandwich and thought of this discussion as I ate it (we had a big meeting at work today – obviously alittle minion like me wasn’t in it) and they had leftover food, which is especially good for me as I have no food today apart from ONE cookie. One little cookie. One of the Maryland ones. I have been having one cookie a day for lunch.
I think I am going to raid my ISA.
Venting – excellent, I am glad it isn’t just me! I have fallen asleep on the phone to Beardy many times and uttered complete nonsense at him…
Pinky I bet you’ve done this kinda thing too… come on, think think!! The bests one wins something (I dunno what yet. Or how I’ll get the prize to them either, but logistics are nothing!)
hmmm conversation with me and the boy the other weekend:
me: “sorry i woke you up when i had that funny dream, my mum was filing my toenails and i thought i was going to be sick”
boy: “That’s ok, you woke me up a few times”
me: “Oh sorry, was i grinding my teeth again?”
boy: “Erm no, i think you were being a cat…. you know, drinking milk from the bowl. You were kind of going ’slurp slurp slurp.”
oh yes….apparently i was lapping milk…or something
raaaaaaptoooor!
(Okay, I’m bored.)
Blue: One biscuit? My goodness, you poor starved thing. Don’t neglect to eat, whatever you do! You are what you eat; do you really want to be just one little biscuit?