h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm tickled pink to be thought of as - I'm so not it's funny!

you never get used to civvy street...

It drives me mental when people don't do things properly though, and that's nothing to do with the Army.

so... what about you?
some interesting skeleton in your closet?

Not cool? Don't be daft woman, you were practically MFI for goodness sake

Ah, that's why I'm not terribly good at the whole 'team player' thing, unless ofcourse, I'm in charge of the team and eveyone does *exactly* as I say.

Skeletons? Moi? Heaven forbid. I've led an entirely chaste, pure and uneventful life. Well, one of those is almost true. I haven't done anything of any relevance or importance or interest really, hence the current 'oh crap, where did the time go and why aren't I famous, successful and fabulously wealthy' mid-life crisis

MFI? Cheaper nastier furniture than IKEA?

As for the team-player thing - well, I do come accross as rather an Alpha-(fe)male type so generally I can lead any team I'm a member of. Recently, due to my stupid job, I've had to learn how to lead from the back. It's been... interesting.

As for me, I'm having a rather protracted mid-life crisis - but there you go. It seems to hit us all sooner or later.

*Swerves in from t'other thread*



Lo!

*runs in and bowls over MrsB..J*
oh, that could look weird!

How are you.

*checks where sun is*

? We now (praise be to the Supermarket chain Real) have Bombay Sapphire. The best Gin in the world. mmmmm

I just realised, having reread this thread that I never wittered on even more about myself (yes, I'm all mememememememe but I'm soooo freakin' interesting )

I had the Gruesomes more than 12 years out of the Army. I never intended to have children, but it just sort of came over me all of a sudden.

I'm still not used to it.

Mrs BJ huh? Meh, been called worse

You know, there are two... no, three drinks that I can't abide the smell of, let alone get near enough to taste, owing to teenage shenanigans and pilfering of alcohol from the bar to take for pre youth club drinkies on the beach and consequent violent vomiting session there of. Gin being one of them, along with cider and Pernod. (The latter, having been mixed with blackcurrant, caused the most spectacularly psychedelic vom you ever did see)

Still, be churlish of me to let you drink alone *chinks cheers with a brandy n' ginger*

I'm all right actually, at the moment at least, ta for asking. I've been rubbish at lurking recently so I'll have to go search out your journals to see what's been happening with you of late...I'm hoping there's been a positive break regarding your work, as last I read they were being extremely rubbish.

Meh! I doubt I'll ever be grown up enough to justify becoming a parent. I have a teenage son and I'm the biggest 'it's sooooo unfair, what about meeeeeeee?' tantrum thrower in this house. Well, you've got to remain true to who you really are n'all that don't you?

I love the tantrums - I have pre-teens (#1 is 11) and I'm waaay better at the "it's soooooooooooo unfair" than her. She'll never outdo me in that

As for drinkies... owing to teenage shennanigins etc etc... Brandy is the one to make me at the mere mention of the word

W**k... ah. Well, I have a relaxed attitude to it. While maintaining a stealth agenda of being way better, way more visibly, than anyone else. Petty and Vindictive. They are not my middle names for nothing!