Racism/Bullying on Reality TV

What a furore!

As a rule I refuse to watch Big Brother, I did in the beginning because it was so new and refreshing. Now I cannot watch any of these reality programmes, full of either egotistical, desperate to be famous wannabes or Z-List Celebs trying to eke out any fame they might have left.

So, the media is going crazy about the ‘alleged’ racist bullying of the Bollywood actress Shilpa Shetty, I have not seen a single episode so can’t really comment but if what I am reading is true then it is surely disgusting. Some people are saying it’s not racist it’s just a bit of girly rivalry, but there is no good in that either! Racist or not – get it off my telly and the culprits should be equally shamed and outed as narrow minded bigots!

Touchie-Feelie or just an Old Gent?

Yuck. I am not into people invading my personal space. I don’t like crowds, I cannot stand sweaty people brushing against me in clubs or bars or anywhere. I walk out of a shop if it’s too crowded and this will include any designer sale from the likes of Louis Vuitton or Prada. I don’t like people I do not know touching me.

There is a guy I work with fairly young and married – but then again so am I. He has a habit of touching. Yes that’s right, of putting an arm round your shoulder or trying to give you a massage whilst sat at your desk. I have to ask him to stop touching me. I shrink away from the feel of his hands. I find it unnerving to be touched by someone I do not know personally, as in he is only a work colleague and also by a man that I have not invited or allowed to touch me. Anyway, he gets the picture and doesn’t touch me anymore!

Anyway, along comes colleague no. 2. He is older, thinks himself a bit funny, I don’t mind that – it’s the unnecessary touching that I don’t like. Admitably it’s not trying to massage me or anything, it’ the hand placed on the small of your back or the little tap on the shoulder in a bit like a fatherly way but not quite, ‘cos he ain’t my dad. But then again he’s a bit older so maybe it should be excused? Apart from I cannot excuse it. I don’t like to be touched by people I don’t know, especially men.

Babee Crazee…

Sunday past, Biker and I ventured across the Pennines to have dim sum with my family, at the request of Lil Bro. Lil Bro is at Uni in Leciester and before he went back wanted a big feed so that he could loose all the weight again on his beer and liquid only diet!

Present for dim sum was my Big Sis, mother of one and 3 weeks left until she pops another, 2nd Cousin whom is about 6 weeks off, first child and Older Cousin, mother of 2 under 5 years old, oh their partners and my Momma and Uncle were there too. Anyway, the more of these family gatherings Biker and I go too, the little sly looks towards my midriff (yes it is that big and no I’m not with child) the little comments of ‘Arn’t you next’, etc, etc.

Actually no, Biker and I are not next and for many reasons that are both selfish and not so selfish. Selfish in the way that Biker and I enjoy the quality of life that we have and not so selfish in that well, what kind of life will a child have, another drain on the world’s dwindling resources and, well Biker and I are just not ready.

Not ready in the sense we are still learning to be a couple even after 7 years of being together and 4 years of marriage! I suppose you never stop growing up and learning and Biker and I are still growing up and learning about ourselves and about each other!

me no good…

I feel rotten, ill enough to feel like crap but not ill enough to pull a sickie!!!

Sickies are funny things to pull, I am always very conscious that I am lying to my peers (my employers) and don’t like doing it therefore am pretty crap at it. Other people I have had the pleasure of working with are great at sickies! They take one every other week, with fantastic ailments like blocked ears, runny nose, mole removed, upset stomach, mouldy face (actually this one was true and it was some kind of fungal growth!!!).

Ah well, gonna feel crap just in the time for the weekend I suppose.

Something that makes me smile (in disbelief), Biker and I have been together almost 7 years!!!

Not bad considering we met across a crowded South London dive of a bar where we blew smoke into each other’s faces before snogging!

New Year, New beginnings…

So, another year is passing me by and I am constantly reminded of my mortality. Yes, this is the year I become a thirty-something!!!

This is also the 7th consecutive New Years that Biker and I have shared together (the first on Blackheath Common watching the fireworks in the freezing cold) and this is the year we celebrate our fourth (yes fourth) wedding anniversary.

This will also be the year that we organise our belated honeymoon (by actually going on holiday somewhere together) and also we are going to sort out our finances so we can live the lives we always talk about it – ie. no more impulsive spending!

This year, I am also going to devise a fitness regime and stick to it beyond February and also take up stunt kiting, something I have always wanted to do. One of Biker’s friends in London has 3 stunt kites, the largest being 7m across – woo-hoo, gonna be able to fly/jump like superman!

Also this year, I am going to do something about our garden. Perhaps not lots as it needs serious work but at leat trim all the hedges and stuff. I might also redecorate the smallest room in our house and think about what colour I would like to paint our bedroom and maybe even replace the built in wardrobe!

I might also wash my car this year and T-coat the scratch that Biker put on it going down some farmyard lane in Preston (long story).

This year I will also decide what it is I want to do with my career. Since my A-Levels (ie. since I was 16) I have never known what it is I wanted to do. I have always wanted to be an air hostess but my father was strongly against it so I never applied, so now I am stuck in admin nightmare. I don’t mind admin but just need to think about where I am going and for what company!

I will also attempt to be a better person all round and be less bitchy about people I don’t like, after all we are all dust motes in a dirty world. Oh, and I absolutely will do my brain training every day with Dr. Kawashima on my DS.