I am currently on a train on the way to Brum as I have a conference their tomorrow. Why the hell did I decide to get the train? Ok it gives me the chance to catch up on a few things, including this blog, but its not worth the hassle of almost loosing my tickets, running between platforms while carrying my bags and having a cramped seat next to a man in a woolly jumper who smiles a little too much for my likening.
My 'Frugal month' isn't going too bad. One thing I had to get was a pair of jeans, and poor S had the hassle of going clothes shopping with me. He is one of those freaks who loves clothes shopping and I don't think he can understand why I hate it so much. My idea of clothes shopping is picking up a pair of 2 for £10, tesco jeans as part of my weekly food shop. But apparently this isn't good enough. It has taken about 3 trips before I actually bought a pair. This is because after one trip to the dreaded changing room I get very grumpy and decide that's enough shopping for one week. I never used to be this bad, but unfortunately I have put weight back on, and I therefore hate getting changed in a tiny mirrored coffin with a curtain that never seems to cover the entire doorway brings me out in a cold sweat.
Even though it is 'Frugal month' I am still allowing for 1 quiet night out a week, to avoid cabin fever. This week it was a quiet couple of Saturday night drinks in a great little student-y bar called scrouges. This led to several more drinks in 'The Hop', 'Taboo', 'The 'Handbag', 'Mardi Grai', back to 'Taboo' ending up in 'Pepes'. Oh well, so much for a quiet night.
Along the way I bumped into a couple of friends, Sazzle and H , who in turn pointed us in the direction of Rowetta (X-factor contestant from 3 years ago and ex-backing singer for the Happy Mondays). Now I love Z-List celebs (I was completely oblivious when David Beckam and the full Man United squad walked past me in schipol airport a few years ago, however I spotted the sound man from 'Challenge Anika' across a crowded bar) so, in my drunken stupor I go over and say "excuse me, is it Rowetta?" and that set her off. She loved being the centre of attention and showed us a magic trick (picture the classic sawing a woman in half, but with cigarettes instead), her impressions (hair pulled down to look like a beard = Osama Bin Laden), her story on why fame has not brought her fortune (She had to pay off all her ex-shags before they sold their story to the newspapers) and of course her view on this years x-factor contestants (rubbish, but they all have a good sob story(I completely agree)). After half an hour of this she turned to me and said, "sorry, did you just want a photo?", She continued to tell us that everyone said she looked good when she was asleep so she would only let us take photos while she pretended to be asleep. At one point she thought I had took a photo when she wasn't ready and wrestled me to the ground. So I am lying on my back in the bar, Rowetta is stood, straddling me, one leg either side, shouting "delete it, DELETE IT", she then freezes in this position and says "stop it your drawing attention to me". Somehow we managed to get the photos.