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F*cking hell. Read all that shit about Birmingham. I can't tell whether it was supposed to be a positive or negative description of the city. What a f*cking rubbish writer. 'Brummie bhangra'????? The Guardian makes me feel sick with contempt. The only time The Guardian has ever been useful was last year on holiday, when I bought a copy to put on a wet bench before I sat on it.

Then I went to the link about how great Birmingham is. My head pounds and pulsates with unparalleled hatred for this stinking, minging shitheap of an excuse for a city and the moronic, parasitic philistines who inhabit it. I bought yesterday's Evening Mail to look for jobs. There was a big article in it: What shall we call the new Selfridges? Unbelievably, people had written in with suggestions. The Mail has decreed that it will be known as 'The Beehive'. Er, hello? What about calling it Selfridges, being as that is its f*cking name?

I despair.

want to decide for yourself? then go here. i'm just kidding i meant here.

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thank you, brian, for my second ever link to the guardian: the glory of brum. brum, i hate the word, almost as much as 'salsa.'

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someone's had a redesign. in the words of every changing rooms victim: 'oh. my. goodness.' or 'gosh'. or 'word'. anything but the word god.

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look it up on the internet, why don't you.
freedom of information, they said. people are fed up of waiting at the doc's for an appointment, look to the internet to find out more about illnesses and self-help, they said. never again! i said.

look! my blog is 100 days old today. now that's old.

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'bout 10 minutes ago i was in gap with brother no 4. he gets bored and heads for the ladies section. an ever so helpful member of staff blocks his path and tells him the menswear department is downstairs. he shakes his head and says 'nah, not my thing.'

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The Saddam and George show. my first ever link to something from the guardian.co.uk, and even then i found it on another blog. terrible.

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my best friend dragged me out of work for lunch today (well ok i ran a little bit). i told her how everyone at work couldn't believe my mum wouldn't be coming back for another year at least. "another year!?" they said. 'i think i'm supposed to be depressed about it or something,' i said. 'oh shut up and get on with it,' she said.

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i was telling my niece how i wasn't feeling so good this morning. 'don't go to work,' she suggested. try explaining 'notification of concern' to a 4 year old. must find out if a sickness notification of concern is better or worse than getting a good telling off, a warning and six months probation for er, excessive use of email.

we have a set of these sitting in our posh living room at home.

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i think i'm getting a bit smartass with my boss. on the first occasion, i verified her clocking in card and she had 13 hours owing, hers to use as time off whenever she wanted. so when i returned it i stuck a post-it note on: 'you might want to start thinking about taking this time off soon.' she just returned from a meeting this morning, and asked if there were any calls for her: she's never really checked before, because i usually stick a note right on her monitor so she can't miss it. because of that i replied: 'only the president.' hedex. i need hedex. hedex extra even.

Dentists face jail over 'whitening': how about if they drill your teeth to bits?

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the last quiz i'll ever take. promise.

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when ya gotta go, ya gotta go. tragic, i know.

someone at work is leaving today, to have a baby in a few months time. i got her this. only my present was red.

last trip to the dentist this afternoon. eek. when i phoned them up to cancel, it turns out i have missed the appointment altogether. well done.

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so i gave in and got a designer wallpaper for my 7210. it's by zakee shariff (no idea). i think this zakee might be taking the piss. because when i say it out loud, the name reminds me of a clothes store sister no. 1 visits nearly every day in bradford, called sakhi baba's.

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every year i would get into a bidding frenzy at qxl for the nokia designer collection. come on, one off designer covers and the latest nokia innit! ok so i've grown out of it now, but at least i have covers by justin oh (who?), marc o'neill and ben de lisi. anyway, this year instead of dressing the latest nokia up with a one off cover designed by anyone and everyone at london fashion week, nokia have a fashion shop! 'funk up your phone' with wallpapers, graphics and ringtones from the official mobile phone for london fashion week. disappointing. the taj mahal looks way better than any of these on my phone. argh! work to do!

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so the sisters didn't come. which isn't so bad. i triggered the latest e-card frenzy at celebrations. very good. and i got a link to simon says fwd'd to me, it's supposed to be something everyone played as a kid, but i can't remember it at all. not bad.

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brother no 5 just offered me a 500ml bottle of fanta twist.
for some money.
i say 50p.
he says 'well ok', opens the bottle, downs half of it in less than a second and gives me the bottle. 'here's 50p's worth.'

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i like this picture. sisters 1 and 2 are coming to visit tomorrow, with sister-in-law no 2 in tow. and her brother (sister no 2's husband). oh and niece no 2 and nephew no 1 are coming too. nephew no 3 is staying back to watch storymakers. his mum will not shut up about how we don't have cable yet!

music from the hours sounds good.

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was watching this with brother no 4 last night. it's nothing special. jig was saying 'people don't really babble like that, do they?' or 'oh typical swish office with cool roof garden...i wanna go see this place actually' or 'oh they lifted that from ally mcbeal.' we spent the whole time pointing out bits they copied from other shows or where they tried too hard to please. but we couldn't stop watching it, dammit!

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brian says he offered selma blair a glass of water once. forgot to ask him if there was something funny about her neck.

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sister no 2 tells me that her kids are going absolutely crazy, they're being deprived of cbeebies because half of bradford has descended on their skysports house for the cricket. brother no 5 has a cricket bat signed by aamir sohail. 'it might be worth something one day!'

i got my first eid card in the post today. and yesterday, our neighbour-who-has-moved-away-while-her-house-is-being-renovated came by with some meat from their sacrifice. we did that a few years back. too scary to mention.

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bubbles. it's like a stress toy thingy for your pc. i liked it.

i saw gem yesterday. she was a girl in my spanish class at school, from one of the higher 'streams' as they used to call 'em (i don't know how she got there though, she could be pretty low IQ sometimes, resulting in other girls from her form going 'shut, up gem!!'). i remember hearing how she sort of went into acting, bit parts mainly, and i saw her on dangerfield once. anyway, she sat right opposite me on the bus yesterday, and i think she recognised me (she always did, dammit!) but i couldn't be bothered. she even asked me for the time. look, she's on imdb. this piece of useless information brought to you absolutely free of charge. thank you.

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eid mubarak. if i was one of those crazy e-card people then this would be it. latif the poet seems to have gotten over his writer's block too. it's eid and i'm at work. bah.

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it's nearly eid-al-adha. sister-in-law no 1 had us on various tasks and whatever. and i got the kitchen. ice from the freezer was heading towards the dinner table five feet away. it's all fixed now. by three everyone was doing their own thing. it's almost like a christmas thing innit - brothers no 1 and 2 were playing goldeneye when no 1 (he's 34) storms off into the kitchen. no 2 (he's 29) follows him and shrieks "i won by shooting you in the arse!"

aaaargh! the sweetest thing is out on dvd! never seen the film! look at the fricking promotion photo! someone has obviously chopped off selma blair's head and stuck it back on hoping no one will notice. and it's starting to freak me out!

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(Kylie Minogue at the Z100 Jingle Ball) "I hate this outfit. It looks like she bought it from the store Ali Baba and the 40 Hookers."
Joan Rivers

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only yesterday i was thinking about how i haven't seen a blog about jobhunting. guess what....

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oh. i have one more appointment left at the dentist. on monday they gave me three injections and four fillings. they have a tv stuck on the ceiling so you can watch daytime telly, that's if the light isn't enough to dazzle you. philip schofield is on 'this morning' now, and the guy from wet wet wet was on singing some song from chicago.

i don't remember any tv after that. it was all drills and 'more amalgam please, nurse.'

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the latest mobile phone health scare. i think i might take notice this time. now that i know my 7210 inside out, i'm going to have to take out the antenna on my brother's phone for his own safety. but i won't tell him that.

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