Ok I need to get two things out of the way in this post- firstly an apology to those who were waiting with baited breath, rang into work pretending to be sick and may have had panic attacks due to the tardiness of this latest blog post. But here we go…
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Ok I need to get two things out of the way in this post- firstly an apology to those who were waiting with baited breath, rang into work pretending to be sick and may have had panic attacks due to the tardiness of this latest blog post. But here we go…
Pic no. 3- Gina looks different. This is confusing for me.
Pic no. 4 i’m doing that ‘oh god look how crazy I am definitely just showing off my great teeth’ pose. Also got a new lippie. You likey? Good, only cost £1, fantastic.
Dad bought me that yellow necklace from corfu, a slight change in the normal dad- holiday- gift of a t-shirt.
Pic no. 5- I got that jumper at the carboot! Hurrah. The picture no. 6 underneath is me trying to get a sneaky selfie on the train home.
Pic no. 7 is Gina and I going to Pizza Express courtesy of Mother Martin. We’re very hungry, I look insane. Gina ate so much pizza, she turned into one, which is sad because I’ll miss her.
Jokkkingg (really Croth?) she is evidently her perky self in pictures 8 and 9 (you can see our new office in the background.)
Last piccy is of me (noway)., sporting a groovy necklace and working on an advert for the PDSA, trying to steer the campaign towards a concept that involved me rolling around in a deep well of puppies (trying to posh it up, feeling like I’ve described a scene from The Ring mixed with an Andrex advert) for hours on end.
Why is it Tuesday Crothers ya lazy cow? Because bloggies, I’m up to my eye balls with briefs (get out of here ya dirty mongrels, I’m talking propositions of a non sexually driven strategic nature) (throwing in lots of big words now that I’m second day of my new fancy job) (probs best to point out that whenever ‘job’ is mentioned, it means working for free and selling my soul to the devil lol lol lol).
Pic no. 3- Gina looks different. This is confusing for me.
Pic no. 4 i’m doing that ‘oh god look how crazy I am definitely just showing off my great teeth’ pose. Also got a new lippie. You likey? Good, only cost £1, fantastic.
Dad bought me that yellow necklace from corfu, a slight change in the normal dad- holiday- gift of a t-shirt.
Pic no. 5- I got that jumper at the carboot! Hurrah. The picture no. 6 underneath is me trying to get a sneaky selfie on the train home.
Pic no. 7 is Gina and I going to Pizza Express courtesy of Mother Martin. We’re very hungry, I look insane. Gina ate so much pizza, she turned into one, which is sad because I’ll miss her.
Jokkkingg (really Croth?) she is evidently her perky self in pictures 8 and 9 (you can see our new office in the background.)
Last piccy is of me (noway)., sporting a groovy necklace and working on an advert for the PDSA, trying to steer the campaign towards a concept that involved me rolling around in a deep well of puppies (trying to posh it up, feeling like I’ve described a scene from The Ring mixed with an Andrex advert) for hours on end.
Why is it Tuesday Crothers ya lazy cow? Because bloggies, I’m up to my eye balls with briefs (get out of here ya dirty mongrels, I’m talking propositions of a non sexually driven strategic nature) (throwing in lots of big words now that I’m second day of my new fancy job) (probs best to point out that whenever ‘job’ is mentioned, it means working for free and selling my soul to the devil lol lol lol).
Blogging… hmmm yes. A public diary where I tell everyone about what i’m doing. So what are you doing in the first picture Jenn? Well Mum, working for free isn’t exactly as lucrative as one initially thought, therefore one must dress like a Bavarian waitress in Liverpool St. in aid of London Oktober festival. Hey, it’s sexy culture, what can I say.
After the prancing about in a lady like manner, we had a few drinks with a lovely lady called Lisa (I was an underground princess fairy apparently, see picture no. 2) I think I’m getting old- a few glasses of wine and I was more than ready for bed. When home, G and I practically inhaled a king prawn linguini, then fell asleep, fully clothed (G pushed the boat out and kept her shoes on too). I was rudely awakened by a furry bottom several times as the cat decided that cuddles weren’t enough and she needed to plonk her arse on my face.
This morning I woke up in Azkaban as you can evidently see the Dementors were in full swing outside (picture no. 3)
Picture no. 4 is of fruit. Gina took it. How boring.
JOKING… nah we buy our fruit every morning from this lovely* bloke whose stall is outside Goodge St. station. We managed to reconcile the friendship after Gina decided to do Dick Van Dyke impressions of him whilst selecting grapefruits. ‘Owhhh yea, lavly raaaand fruits ya got here mister!’.
*I’m actually on the fence with this one. He looks good natured but I imagine he wouldn’t share his packet of biscuits with you, know what I mean (nope, not at all you absolute loser Crothers.)
Oh here’s something useful you might wanna learn… fruit that you buy from places like Tesco etc have travelled around, and have therefore lost some of their nutrients! Some fruits that travel across seas have lost even more of their goodness, so it’s always better to buy local. I’m smart aren’t i? Of course not, you should know this by now. I got this info from my smart sister, she’s a dietician don’t ya know. (Oh right, so what is it you do exactly Jenn? I DON’T KNOW DON’T ASK ME… I’m a writer. What a cliché, fml.)
Last picture is of me right now, as I write this blog. I am one tired lady.
Gina is behind me sorting out an infographic we’re sending off to some other writers for some other project which sounds really great now I read that back but I’m just too tired and don’t want to play anymore.
Blogging… hmmm yes. A public diary where I tell everyone about what i’m doing. So what are you doing in the first picture Jenn? Well Mum, working for free isn’t exactly as lucrative as one initially thought, therefore one must dress like a Bavarian waitress in Liverpool St. in aid of London Oktober festival. Hey, it’s sexy culture, what can I say.
After the prancing about in a lady like manner, we had a few drinks with a lovely lady called Lisa (I was an underground princess fairy apparently, see picture no. 2) I think I’m getting old- a few glasses of wine and I was more than ready for bed. When home, G and I practically inhaled a king prawn linguini, then fell asleep, fully clothed (G pushed the boat out and kept her shoes on too). I was rudely awakened by a furry bottom several times as the cat decided that cuddles weren’t enough and she needed to plonk her arse on my face.
This morning I woke up in Azkaban as you can evidently see the Dementors were in full swing outside (picture no. 3)
Picture no. 4 is of fruit. Gina took it. How boring.
JOKING… nah we buy our fruit every morning from this lovely* bloke whose stall is outside Goodge St. station. We managed to reconcile the friendship after Gina decided to do Dick Van Dyke impressions of him whilst selecting grapefruits. ‘Owhhh yea, lavly raaaand fruits ya got here mister!’.
*I’m actually on the fence with this one. He looks good natured but I imagine he wouldn’t share his packet of biscuits with you, know what I mean (nope, not at all you absolute loser Crothers.)
Oh here’s something useful you might wanna learn… fruit that you buy from places like Tesco etc have travelled around, and have therefore lost some of their nutrients! Some fruits that travel across seas have lost even more of their goodness, so it’s always better to buy local. I’m smart aren’t i? Of course not, you should know this by now. I got this info from my smart sister, she’s a dietician don’t ya know. (Oh right, so what is it you do exactly Jenn? I DON’T KNOW DON’T ASK ME… I’m a writer. What a cliché, fml.)
Last picture is of me right now, as I write this blog. I am one tired lady.
Gina is behind me sorting out an infographic we’re sending off to some other writers for some other project which sounds really great now I read that back but I’m just too tired and don’t want to play anymore.