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- Fri May 09, 2008 12:05 am
#341163
Have you ever had this morning?????
It’s before six, I’m awake…. Why? Because it’s light outside, the Heathrow drone has started, and the birds (bless them) are confused…… my alarm is set for seven…. Ok….. I have just over an hour…. Dammit, now I need the loo (why does that happen?)….. I crawl back into bed and lie there; not quite asleep, not really awake, half dreaming and half thinking….
7am comes in what feels like thirty seconds and Radio 1 blasts out on the alarm clock (HOW do they get up soooooo early)….. Fifteen more minutes?????........ Please????? Nope, one eye’s opening….. Why? Why do I then walk to the bathroom (knocking my elbow on the way)? Oh god, it’s all downhill now, I’m in the shower…. That means I’m actually getting up…. I find myself thinking (still half asleep)…… How was last night? What am I doing tonight? Did I dream? What about? Am I sure it wasn’t real?..... Do I actually care?.... Another tact.... Do I in ANY way feel ill? Nope..... the first DAMMIT of the day.
And then ‘IT’ happens…. I start to think about ‘IT’…. God, I’m going to WORK……
I sit down to do my hair….. make-up (I need a bucket load today)…… Chris is taking the piss out of Aled again…… still half dreaming I start to think….. Are they Horses or Currant Buns? The Radio 1 Breakfast Crew that is….. so, as I’m straightening my hair, I work it out one by one (and this is by no means derogatory, try it yourself…. You’re either a Currant Bun or a Horse…. Fact – you can’t mess with early morning science):
Chris: Currant Bun
Comedy Dave: Currant Bun
Aled: Bugger….. what IS he??????
Carrie: Horse
Rachel: Currant Bun
Dominic: Currant Bun
Aled: Bugger….. what IS he??????
I switch the alarm radio off and leave the house, still pondering….. what’s Aled? Dammit, Chris would bloody love that…… come on, you DO know, it’s on the tip of your tongue…. How hard can it be?????.......Nope…….nothing…..DAMMIT!
I’m on the train….. it’s rammed….. no Metro’s left, forgot my bloody iPod speakers (to make matters worse, I have the iPod)…… and so it begins again…. This time with my fellow passengers…. Just innocent bystanders, but now the unknowing subjects of my investigation….. Her - Currant Bun; Him - Horse; Him -: Christ, Currant Bun….. Aled…… DAMMIT! Train arrives to Waterloo just in time…..
Work…. SHIT….. (But at least I have the Aled dilemma to keep me busy until the pub).
It’s before six, I’m awake…. Why? Because it’s light outside, the Heathrow drone has started, and the birds (bless them) are confused…… my alarm is set for seven…. Ok….. I have just over an hour…. Dammit, now I need the loo (why does that happen?)….. I crawl back into bed and lie there; not quite asleep, not really awake, half dreaming and half thinking….
7am comes in what feels like thirty seconds and Radio 1 blasts out on the alarm clock (HOW do they get up soooooo early)….. Fifteen more minutes?????........ Please????? Nope, one eye’s opening….. Why? Why do I then walk to the bathroom (knocking my elbow on the way)? Oh god, it’s all downhill now, I’m in the shower…. That means I’m actually getting up…. I find myself thinking (still half asleep)…… How was last night? What am I doing tonight? Did I dream? What about? Am I sure it wasn’t real?..... Do I actually care?.... Another tact.... Do I in ANY way feel ill? Nope..... the first DAMMIT of the day.
And then ‘IT’ happens…. I start to think about ‘IT’…. God, I’m going to WORK……
I sit down to do my hair….. make-up (I need a bucket load today)…… Chris is taking the piss out of Aled again…… still half dreaming I start to think….. Are they Horses or Currant Buns? The Radio 1 Breakfast Crew that is….. so, as I’m straightening my hair, I work it out one by one (and this is by no means derogatory, try it yourself…. You’re either a Currant Bun or a Horse…. Fact – you can’t mess with early morning science):
Chris: Currant Bun
Comedy Dave: Currant Bun
Aled: Bugger….. what IS he??????
Carrie: Horse
Rachel: Currant Bun
Dominic: Currant Bun
Aled: Bugger….. what IS he??????
I switch the alarm radio off and leave the house, still pondering….. what’s Aled? Dammit, Chris would bloody love that…… come on, you DO know, it’s on the tip of your tongue…. How hard can it be?????.......Nope…….nothing…..DAMMIT!
I’m on the train….. it’s rammed….. no Metro’s left, forgot my bloody iPod speakers (to make matters worse, I have the iPod)…… and so it begins again…. This time with my fellow passengers…. Just innocent bystanders, but now the unknowing subjects of my investigation….. Her - Currant Bun; Him - Horse; Him -: Christ, Currant Bun….. Aled…… DAMMIT! Train arrives to Waterloo just in time…..
Work…. SHIT….. (But at least I have the Aled dilemma to keep me busy until the pub).
