... it made me remeber something that I meant to bring up some time back.

I am 34. I shall be 35 in a few months.

Stay with me here, I have a point.

For years (i.e. since I was about 8) I have always cliamed (and not sure why) that I shall die a fiery death in a car accident when I am 35.

This has really been bothering me lately.

I do NOT believe in that whole tempting fate malarky.

However just in case, I wish I had claimed that at 35 I would be having fantastic sex with Fred Durst and/or Jesse James (a la Mr Bullock) instead.

As a creative accountant I deal with maths each day. Here is the equation that I saw while visiting the mecca that is Tescos this lunch hour.

Big expensive sports car + ignorant fully functioning driver = old lady having to wheel herself over the speedbumps in her wheelchair cos aforementioned driver took the last handicap parking space.

Yes, I did have a few words as I passed him while I pushed said lady.

Grrrrrrrr.

Well, thank God it's Monday. I can come to work and relax. lol.

Friday nights date was so pompous and arrogant that all I could think about was hitting him with the breadsticks.

Saturday nights date was a great guy but not one spark of attraction. I did discover the wonders of tiny, off the beaten track, Italian restaurants and the amazing red wine they have. I also discovered that certain Italian waiters have a certain charming appeal. I may have to go back to that restaurant again.

Sundays date showed promise until he tried to 'cop a feel'. Classless twat.

I can't find my damn glasses so today I am here in contacts and for some reason I feel like I have cotton wool in my eyes.

I have (another) date Wednesday. I have to brave the trains and go to London (Waterloo). The guy is a journalist ... Juzzzy, Dags ..... any advice. lol.

Yes, for those of you rolling your eyes I am well aware that it seems I am on a dating frenzy. However, I have decided to be more proactive about my social life.

I would go into more detail about the dates as there were some very blogworthy moments. I didn't mean to knock my glass over. I didn't mean to grope a ladys breast on my out of the bathrooms. I didn't mean to yawn right in the middle of an ohhhhhh so interesting tale about wood grain. However I won't bore y'all.