I was just watching an episode of Dr Who with my son, the one where he takes Rose to watch the Earth be destroyed by the solar flare...(End Of The World I believe it is aptly named)!
And before they arrive at 'Platform One' (the observation ship, for those of you who don't watch it or don't care enough to know) :D, Rose is deciding where she wants him to take her..she suggests 100 years in the future (too easy) they then go on to 10,000 years in the future..I think..and The Doctor says 'You can step outside in to the year  12,005, the new Roman Empire'!
On hearing this for the hundreth time, because that's how many times I have watched this, it made me stop dead and think! We're barely even anywhere, as a species I mean...and yes I know Dr Who isn't real, I'm not mental! I know he hasn't really visited 5 billion years into the future and watched a solar flare burn the Earth but it's all plausible to a certain extent and the  Earth will, one day, cease to exist!
But it just made me think how small we are in comparison to everything that has happened and that is going to happen. We're not even a blink of an eye! We run around like headless chickens trying to please everyone in our lives and most of the time we try to please the ones that aren't even the important people. I spend too much time worrying about what other people think when I could be using that energy on making myself happy and actually living life, because quite frankly, we dont have any time here at all and it'll all be too quickly forgotten.  Here's the introduction to the film Contact...I think it is amazing, the sheer vastness of everything! It really gives you something to think about...
 http://youtu.be/kNAUR7NQCLA

I'm not entirely sure why I have decided to start writing a blog..I suppose it's mainly because I dont have time to keep a diary, so this will basically be a collection of gibberish. If someone thinks it's pointless drivel so be it! It makes me feel better and it might, somehow make someone else feel better!
I watched the Olympic Torch pass through a local town yesterday and although I feel a sense of pride having witnessed this rare occasion (at least for this country) I have to admit I was not all that impressed... It was over in the blink of an eye! The day itself was brilliant though, spent with someone who I love dearly and is one of the most important people in my life. She has been there for a lot of years...not always in direct contact and we spent a fair bit of time not talking at all but she's back now, we're back. I am cherishing every moment we spend together. We laugh at the most ridiculous of things!

Write what you know....

I could never quite think of the perfect idea for a novel, the sequence of events would never quite fit together in my head, then I saw the film Never Been Kissed and Drew Barrymore uttered those wonderful words ‘Write what you know’ and I thought what brilliant advice!

I can write what I know…so I had to think, ‘what do I know’? I know that Pi is 3.14, I know that acceleration due to gravity is 9.82 m/s ² on Earth, I also know that if you were to touch my neck in a specific spot with the right amount of pressure I could have an almost instant orgasm…

These are things I know for certain, I’ll never stop knowing them if I can help it and at least two of them will remain true for eternity( Unless something goes horribly wrong).

There is one thing that I know I will never know, no amount of studying, exam taking, stressing, screaming, shouting, comforting, luring, coaxing or seducing will educate me in the subject, I don’t know men.

Everyday I get further toward the conclusion that men actually ARE from Mars and we're from Venus, ok, maybe not those planets precisely but that we are from two different worlds!

I'm not complaining about men here, I'm not on a 'man-bashing' mission, I just want men out there to know we are as confused about them as they are about us. It's working both ways, believe me!

I know we have anthropological reasons stemming back thousands of years to explain our strange behaviour away (yes men you DO have some sort of back up excuse! that doesnt mean you can use it constantly) but isn't it about time we just get over ourselves, accept that we are different to each other, we will never fully understand why the other acts they way they do and just go make a cup of tea, eat a couple of biscuits and have done with it!

Gayle wasn’t intentionally looking for love in all the wrong places, why would someone do that? She had in fact given up looking completely a few months ago. The wrong places seemed to find her or at least the wrong men, for example the man who she had gone on a blind date with whose ex-girlfriend turned up and poured a pint over his head, the ex-girlfriend turned out to be his heavily pregnant wife who had been sat waiting at home for him for the last four hours expecting him to return from work, she eventually got fed up of waiting, made the 15 mile round trip to her parents to drop of their 5 year old twin girls, then came to search for him after hacking in to his Match.com profile where she came across the blind date arrangement. Needless to say that particular date didn’t end well.

Obviously this wasn’t Gayle’s type, married with kids, she wasn’t entirely sure what her type was but she knew she wouldn’t find it sitting around feeling sorry for her-self playing fetch with her cat.

So on a slightly daft impulse she booked 4 weeks off work, took a huge chunk out her savings and found the cheapest flight possible to Australia, she knew she would end up with major grief from her mother but she would worry about that when she returned from her trip of a lifetime, maybe a little bit of backpacking across the outback, cage swimming with sharks in the Great Barrier Reef, throwing shrimps on ‘barbies’ or just lying on a beach for 30 glorious days, where, hopefully, Mr Right would just miraculously appear.

However it would be a good couple of hours in the airport before any of this would become a reality so in true Gayle fashion she headed straight for the bar for a well deserved Jameson’s and ginger, even though it was only 9:00am, it’s bound to be 5 o’clock somewhere...

The whisky was for the nerves really, she had never quite got the hang of flying, once the plane was in the air she was fine, it was just like being on a bus, a big bus with wings, 33,000 feet in the air. The whisky would take the edge off and she could relax for 10 and a half hours until the descent into Hong Kong, there was a couple of hours to kill before boarding the next flight into Sydney, which was a mind numbingly boring 13 hour flight, it would be worth it though, she knew this. Maybe they would have the new Thor movie playing or at least something with Hugh Jackman in, he’s always good for eye candy and he seems to be in everything these days.

’This a boarding call for flight BA025 to Hong Kong, we will shortly be boarding all passengers in rows 1 to 16, if you could make your way to gate 5. Thank you’

Gayle predicted it would take them at least 20 minutes to board the First Class passengers and she was seated in row 26 so she did what every self respecting woman under the age of 30 does in an airport when you’re low on funds...she made her way over to duty free, found a perfume she loved but couldn’t afford and rubbed the tester over her wrists, round her neck and just a quick couple of dabs behind her knees when the snotty store assistant wasn’t looking.

The alcohol was beginning to wear off now and Gayle was starting to worry that she might have a slight panic attack on take-off, it was probably too late to fit in another whisky, she would have to be strong and face the problem unaided. She could see the seating area of her gate from the duty free shop and it had cleared quite quickly, with just a few stragglers making their way up to the desk. If she could calmly make her way toward the gate and not think too much about it she would be fine, she had a mouth spray in her bag which apparently helped you to relax in stressful situations, she had used something similar when she took her driving test, it tasted just like whisky and to be honest probably was just pure alcohol, it was there for a backup if her brain decided to freak out. She handed over her boarding pass, all was fine, she was relaxed, calm and all she needed now was a quiet flight without interruptions from anyone.

’Stop wait! Please, Oh my god, don’t let the flight go, stressing-hell!’

A vision of pink erupted straight  into Gayle’s side, a girl, who by the sounds of her accent was very likely from the North East had clattered her way in to the gate, blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and stopped just above her hips, she was too short to be a catwalk model, more likely to be glamour. She definitely did something that kept her financially secure, the Manolo Blaniks and Louis Vuitton don’t pay for themselves. The intoxicating perfume that seemed to ooze from the girls every pore suddenly made Gayle feel light headed, maybe it was a mixture of whisky, Eau du moneybags and panic but the next thing Gayle saw was the floor hurrying up to meet her face.

Im sorry to anyone reading this who is not happy that there isnt an end to it but it was a piece for an assignment that  I doubt will ever get finished...!

Against The Clock

It seems that these days everyone is always against some sort of clock. There’s so much rushing about and panicking, we don’t ever just stop and take it in, we miss so much that is going on around us, and our lives have become whirlwinds that disappear as quickly as they arrived. There are deadlines at work, minutes at meetings, school runs, after school activities, tea-time, timetables, clock watching. It’s such a rat race, there’s so much competitiveness all around, in the workplace, in school, even with your next door neighbour, the whole ‘keeping up with the Jones’ has taken a turn for the worse. We’re obsessed with time and how much we have of it or at least how little we have, someone is always running late or worrying that they might be running late, checking their watch, worrying about their biological clock ticking. It’s all about time and how we don’t have enough, not enough hours in the day, its true though, we don’t have much time, in the grand scheme of things a lifetime is gone in the blink of an eye, so we should seize the day, take our time to just have one more minute to watch that sunset, read a few more pages of your book, one last quick kiss before work because in the end we are all just against the clock.