Hoorah for Emily Dubberley (post dated 14th January 2009, but no linkage).

I worked with Emily some years ago now.  What she says in this post - in reaction to a somewhat stereotyped article from someone who should know better, surely - is spot on.

Comments welcome….

Long time, eh?  I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t write until I either had something interesting to say or I was generally more cheerful.  We’re at the end of January now and neither has happened.  Not that I’m crying into my meal for one every evening or anything, and there have been some really good days, but nothing so mind blowing I thought about breaking my silence.  And then, you just get out of the habit of writing.  Or you are so knackered with all the writing you are doing elsewhere (work, in my case) you just can’t be arsed.

However, now I have a reason to write.  It’s work avoidance!  I have a day off and a list of things to do thats longer than my arm, but what am I doing?  Writing nothing on here…  Go figure, eh?

So, over the last few months, this is what I’ve learned:

• Gene Puddle at Christmas.  The best;
• Drunk texting never ends well;
• My family and other animals?  No shit.  We are a weird family;
• Young women in the Gene Puddle are all Amazonian;
• Goldschlager is dangerous, particularly if you have more than one;
• You can take the boy out of the social club, but you can’t take the social club out of the boy;
• Some people are just thick.  Unfortunately, they are the ones in power;
• I give a good cwtch.  It’s official;
• I’m not the only one who worries about my parenting skills.  It’s reassuring;
• Facebook means my friends and I no longer speak in full sentences.  Status updates are enough;
• No Killers tickets for next month.  Boo;
• I’ve still to see an episode of X-Factor.  I’m proud of that;
• I thought I sang in tune when drunk.  This is patently not true;
• The Wonderstuff, 20 years on, are as good as ever.  Even though Miles is follically challenged, he’s still gorgeous;
• Gloves and scarves are mandatory this winter.  For some of us, hats aren’t;
• When you look forward to something too much it always disappoints.  Dr Who.  Christmas Day.  Say no more;
• When you look forward to something just enough it’s always great.  Gavin and Stacey.  Christmas Eve.  Say no more;
• People in new relationships are far too cheery for us mere, single mortals;
• Mushroom sandwiches with mustard are the way forward;
• Board games aren’t as boring as they used to be.  I think it may be the addition of vodka;
• Watching friends play Wii Family Trainer “Mole Stomper” drunk is funny.  Really funny;
• Style on Trial has made me realise that I’ve never really been “in fashion”.  Ever;
• Dating sites are full of very scary men who think they are funny.  They aren’t;
• Men who don’t text back are all wankers;
• Obama’s inauguration nearly had me in tears.  Nearly, I said;
• I have seen only benefit from the credit crunch.  Mortgage is less.  Petrol is less.  Then again, I still have a job;
• New Morrissey is as good as old Morrissey.  No question;
• Wales is a country.  It is not a region.  When will people in London understand this?  Never, I’m thinking;
• Liverpool FC are like a good date who lets you pay the bill and then kisses you on the cheek.  Please God, not the Scum for the title.  I can’t take it;
• If you think you’ve had enough to drink, you probably have.  This has never stopped me having another one, but it probably should have;
• You can cook too many sprouts - post-Christmas sprout curry was, well, interesting.

So, what have you learnt?