Re-evaluation

I've kind of been thinking about the title of my blog; 'Kate's journey'. Ok, so it uses an inappropriate apostrophe but that's not the issue. I've not really been making much headway in my 'journey'; so much so, I thought of changing it to 'Kate's Place'.

I did that test again, to see where I am now compared to about 12 months ago. No change, still in no (wo)mans land, caught between both worlds - although the score is putting me ever so slightly more on the girly side of centre. But I'm not so surprised with this result (no one should take these results too seriously - it's just a bit of enlightened fun), it certainly reflects what I feel at the moment, which is the best of both worlds.

But to h*ll with all that!

Moderately encouraged with Diana's recent use of a bargain special epilator from Asda, I bought one myself (less than £15 here!). I thought that if Di could manage to do her chest with one of these things, doing my legs should be a cinch ..... WRONG! ..... these things are nothing more than a post-modern torture device; they really, really hurt!

It made my mind up though; shaving my legs at least once or twice a week is not so bad after all; Di, you're a braver girl than me ;-)

This week - met up with Diana, Karen and Sandi - a girl who rarely has the opportunity to 'escape' her Bob world. We had a nice meal in Eden, especially as one of the staff tried to give us two main courses! - apparently there is a whole world of difference between a Mushroom Brioche and a Mushroom Risotto.... apart from size, both looked the same to me! .... but the Risottos were destined for a table nearby - lucky for the Waiter that we didn't start tucking into them!

Afterwards we went to Manchester Concorde to see if Diana could win the raffle (Lisa won it last week, I won it the week before - each time Di's number was 1 digit away so it must be Di's turn?); hard luck again for Di, her ticket was 2 digits away from winning. After here, Sandi and I decided to call it night, by way of Di's overnight pad and then onto AXM Late - which was busier and darker than when we last called in when Mrs Kate was with us.... mind you, I think they slipped with the smoke machine, it was coming down the stairs when we arrived.

After the quick look-in at AXM Late, Sandi and I made our way back to the car park - leaving Diana and Karen to party-on late into the night. My journey (and the same for Sandi as far as I saw as she passed me on the motorway!) was thankfully uneventful; Karen had sadly been subjected to a torrent of abuse from some twonk as she made her way back to her hotel. Despite the freedom of expression that Canal St. engenders, there are still bigoted jerks around that at best need our pity; but it's Karen that gets the admiration prize for simply ignoring this character and not letting him get to her. Good on you girl, don't give in to the bullies!