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The Permenant Bum.


Time to Kill.

Well now that University is finally done for the year I’ve pretty much found myself at a bit of a loss. I’m gonna try to focus on my writing, mainly my scripts, and also this here blog, so watch out for the updates (:

Job Hunting.

I’m back on the bru!
tumblr_mff1txlfPu1rs7k3ko1_500To be honest it wasn’t as bad as last summer when I signed on – at least I had a woman and not a some chauvinistic bloke who was confused why “a girl like me wouldn’t be more inclined to go for childcare or hospitality jobs” instead of Media.  Away fart peas to the moon! I was so angry, even made a complaint but nothing came from it. Grrrrr ¬_¬
Now though I’m stuck with wee Carol and she couldn’t be nicer. Rejoice – a decent human. Fact is, I’ve been applying for any job going since before uni finished; admin, waitressing, cleaning, PA, even call centres. Even sent a few speculative letter’s to the big guns at the BBC, STV, C4 and the like. Sadly though, I’ve had little reply – all that have are no’s too.
Then I had to go to the Benefit office to sort out my council tax, rent and what not. First time, felt all grown up, twas scary. What was even scarier though was how dour faced everyone was in there! Honestly, kudos to the girls that work in these Benefit Office’s – the amount of sad and aggressive folk that go in and out of there is depressing. I guess that’s just the reality for some people though – watch this space; my post may progressively get more bleak. Yaldi!
I wont be able to start my claim untill the 25th though?! As that’s when the rest of the university finish =_=’ and they have to go by official end dates even though I have been a permanent bum since the 10th. Curse proper conduct and process’, so inconsiderate. I refuse to take out a Crisis Loan though – I’ll just be Jen’s bitch untill I start getting my pennies!don__t_talk_to_me_about_life____by_valeriina-d33t3kv

Wee Maw’s 50th.

Well that’s my mum officially half a century old. (Don’t hurt me mum, if your reading this…Love you!)

We had to do something special to mark the occasion. So instead of one day where me & my siblings do everything for Ms Kate we spread the celebrations out over the full weekend.

Sadly I couldn’t afford to go home for the Friday (the actual anniversary of her birth) but thankfully Debbie, Steven & DJ had it sorted with balloons, banners, pressies, cake – the works.

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Then I chimed with my offerings on the Saturday. Myself and big sis Debbie took her for a wee day out in Glasgow. First stop was The Pig & The Butterfly Tea Rooms, where I had booked us some bubbly afternoon tea. Check us out – proper fancy. I had been the before for a prior Hen Party and the restaurant is like Glasgow’s little hidden gem. Its lush; so very prettyful and the food is absolutely delicious. The girl’s that run it are lovely and after I mentioned it was mum’s 50th birthday, they topped her tier of treats with a lil’ cupcake and sang happy birthday to her. Kawwwaaiiii!


Then I gave her my present. I was worried it wasn’t enough or that I’d have to wing it with something off the high street but thankfully it arrived that morning, half an hour before I left, oooooft – cutting it fiiine! My mum has been electronically developing her own little cookbook of family recipes, so I thought it would be fab to have an actual book to put them all in. That’s when I found ‘Getting Personal‘ and came across a lovely blank recipe book with pockets you could also insert photo’s or notes into.

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However, I didn’t expect wee maw’s reaction – “that handwriting is the spit of your Granny Rob’s”. Holy coincidence! I never knew my mum’s mum, she died before I could remember.

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That’s her in the middle, either side are my Granny & Grampa Smith, I’m the sprog and Debbie’s in the middle there.

granpa john, granny smith, grany robb, debbie and me

Apparently I’m psychic now too! Stick that on my CV. (>_<)

Debbie’s Wedding Preperations.

During our munchings and crunchings Debbie informed me that she had moved her wedding forward! She then basically asked me to be her Maid of Honour! Well at the very least, I have the Hen Party location sorted, Debbie loved the tea rooms that much that she decided there and then to have with The Pig & The Butterfly (plus a hen doo was actually taking place in the room next to us, hint hint).

After the sumptuous lunch we went off into town just for a look about. I haven’t been into Glasgow for a little while so the new disgnery clothes shoppy section outside Buchanan Galleries was a different sight but overall, Glasgow’s still Glasgow (those readers living there will know what I mean).

We went into the Galleries to look for possible bridesmaid dresses. Now I’m a girl (I know, shock gasp horror), I like dresses (doubly so) but some of the abominations they ask for money in these shops are madness. Personal opinion obviously but Jiminy Cricket, some folk must clearly have no taste or is hideous the latest trend & I totally missed it?

In the end I didn’t try anything on as Debbie couldn’t find anything that would go with the Motherwell FC coloured tartan Fraser wants ¬_¬  ppft, men…



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End Of An Era.


Iron Lady? Rust In Peace.

Just bear with me on this. I know you’ve heard it all before but I’ve got some thoughts, gonna doodle them down here – don’t like ’em? Then say so, let’s be civil about this; freedom of speech, right to reply.

Now firstly, I’m not the most politically minded, granted I’ve got my own opinions but who doesn’t? To be frank, I wasn’t all that fussed by the announcement of Thatcher’s death, I just shrugged it off.

Myself, along with some friends, actually only found out through another girl in my class announcing the tweet she received, I know – sad information age blah-de-blah. We all thought it was a joke but when it was confirmed by the news we just found it ironic that our lecture that day was centred on the Popular Realist British Films of the 90’s (“The Full Monty”, “Brassed Off“, “Billy Elliot” and the like), which happened to take place during her time as Priminister, focussing on the aftermath of the Ironworks, Mines and factories her government shut down. Discussion swept over us all and I couldn’t help be sickened by some of the comments, then as soon as our lecturer came in she was beaming and punching the air, rejoicing in her death? Whit?!

People Hold Parties Following The Announcement Of Former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher's Death

Is it just me though or are these Maggie Thatcher haters really quite backwards? I in no way supported the woman or the polices she put into place, especially in Scotland’s Industrial communities. Yes, she made mistakes; Yes, she was brutal; Yes, she even stole our milk, but honestly? How disrespectful can get? “Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead“, get a grip.

Not only is what she did in the past, if you really believe she was this Devil woman you all make her out to be, then surely you are only lowering yourselves to her standards by making banners, dancing on her front page tributes, creating fake ‘protest’ funerals and dancing around her grave.

Burning her in effigy? Why? Grudges? Bitterness? Give as good as you get? People seem to forget that she was a mother, a grandmother, and had a family just ike the rest of us; people should ashamed of celebrating her death during her funeral.

What confused me most though was these groups of folk my age getting involved.


You were probably still in nappies, stop jumping on the band wagon!

She cut benefits and forced people into unemployment? Cuts and business closure’s are still happening today, why don’t you all focus on the now rather than revel in the past? She made working men commit suicide? I’m sorry, but suicide is a personal choice – just like the personal choice to vote Margret Thatcher into power in the first place. She was democratically voted in. Yes its  horrific what happened afterwards but no matter the controversal aspects of her time as a politician and the families her polices blighted, a funeral is a sombre time to reflect and pay your respects to her family, not cause trouble for the sake of it.

Thankfully things all went of with a sence of respect today. Some turned their backs and booed, but the majority of people put aside their differences and come together for her funeral or even just stayed at home and simply remembered. The fact that the army was there too really portrayed the importance of it all, with Falklands veterans even in attendance. thatcher-funeral-6_2536246k

Admittedly I wasn’t pleased with the fact it was such a big event, costing UK tax payers around £10 million, especially with the economy being the way it is and all the cuts & taxes currently being implemented. I just didn’t see the point in the grandeur of it, she was sill no Churchill in my eyes.

Maybe my opinion is uninformed, I was born in ’92 so I had no real involvement in it all, and felt no aftermath of it but still, it is like the end of an Era, no matter your opinion.


Moving Swiftly On.

On a cheerier note, today is also my youngest brother DJ’s 13th birthday. *breaks out into song*. He still has to go to school, which I giggled at but I ain’t going to lie – I feel so old. Aye, I’m 20, I get that there’s no need to dust off my Zimmer frame just yet but it’s just the fact I remember him being born. I recall waiting in the hospital and then all rushing in to see him, being amused with his wee fingers and squished ‘bulldog’ nose. It’s odd, in a good way. I got him trainers, didn’t know what else I coulda got him; apparently he’s too mature for Ben10 or Power Rangers ): Sad times.

Casting Call Success.

I’ve had a good few responses from my casting calls, which is fab. I’m meeting up with an actor to discuss the male character in the film; his name is Robert Maloney and by the looks of his CV with extra work on Waterloo Road and River City (to name but a few) he’s really good. I’m properly excited, watch this space! I‘m also just about to email STV to ask about Work Experience for the summer, so fingers crossed there too (:

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