Bed man

I have long been meaning to write about Bed Man, I know there's loads of other stuff I've been meaning to write about as well, but Bed Man is probably the longest. Though I have no idea why I've not got round to it until now.

Anyway, here's the tale, oh lovely lovely Bed Man.
When I lived in my old house, at the other end of Stockton-On-Tees, there was a bed and furniture shop quite close by. You could just about see it, if you looked out of the window in the right way. The Bed shop also had a bus stop outside, and sometimes when me and my mam went to my grandads, we would get the bus from this very stop. Once or twice we would go at 9am, (ish) and Bed Man would be just arriving and taking up the shutters on the shop. He is very lovely, I don't recall the first time I saw him, or knew of him, I'm not sure if it was before the time we moved to that part of Stockton, or at the time. Either way, I soon developed a crush on him. Me having crushes on people isn't anything new or surprising, however the twist is this - he is quite old, I mean, not old by general standards but old at my standard anyway. I have no idea how old he is, I would estimate him at about 47. That's weird isn't it? Old enough to be my dad.

I once knew a girl who only went out with older guys, 47 would have been nothing new for her, but I always used to think how fucked up it was, to go out with these older guys. Anyway, that's not the point. What is the point? I don't know, but Bed Man, ahh, I don't know, I just fancy him like mad.
He's quite tall and thin, his hair is sort of grey, he wears glasses and a tweed jacket that I think has elbow patches, and brown shoes, and a shirt and tie. His hair used to be floppy, not really long, but just floppy and nice, but after a while he got it cut, which also was surprisingly nice. He just has a smart and somewhat dapper air about him. He just seems really smart all the time, smart and clean. Urgh he's beautiful.

(AND he's BED Man, he works in, possibly owns a bed shop. Bed being probably my favourite thing and place. He might by my soulmate!)

So back on track, where I used to live, I'd see him occasionally driving his strange old van around in and out of the shop. I was always excited when we went to my aunties cause the Bed shop is sort of on a corner, and on the way to my aunties we had to walk past the street where the shop backed out, where the funny van is parked. And I would always hope we'd see him.
Once, I was going to the train station with Laura, and we had to walk that way, and him and another guy were messing around there, taking a delivery from a big lorry. I can't remember if I smiled at him, I think I did but my memory fails me.
Anyway, I moved house from there, just over a year ago now.

The day we moved house, the moving van took all our stuff, and me and my mam walked here, to this house I am in right now. It was the last time (probably) I'd get to walk past the back of the store. And he was there, just stood outside, I don't remember if he was alone or with someone else, but they weren't busy, like he'd just came out for a break. So I thought to myself, "Fuck it, this is it, the last time I'm probably gonna see him, I'll smile at him". So I did, a proper smile, and made proper eye contact. He was lovely and smiled right back. My heart was a flutter, my cheeks stinging in only the way they can when you take a bit of a plunge like that, it felt like they were on fire. It was a good little moment. It was great in fact.
But a bit of a shame, that that was the day I was moving house, and I'd never really get to smile at him again. That smile moment, I always think would have been a great way to, I dunno really, smile at him more? Haha, you know what I mean though, maybe next times we seen each other after that could have led to saying Hello in passing.

Ack! Ok this is getting too serious now, lets try and bring it down yo. Hahah ahh. So I had seen him a few times since then. The weird van I keep mentioning, well its like the shop van, the delivery van, I have no idea what it is, its just like this vintage classic old-fashioned thing, its blue, and has little round windows at the back. Once I was walking home from town, and I seen him in it driving past just near where I live. Another time I was on my way to town and I seen him going past again. I would like to say he noticed me as he drove, like I noticed him as he drove past. But I'm not sure if he did or not, I think he might have but that's probably my mind playing tricks on me, or wishful thinking haha.

So, that's the Bed Man story. Or it was, until one day, one Wednesday a couple of months ago, I was walking down my street, coming home from the job centre one morning, I'm not sure what time it was exactly but it was in the 10am bracket, when I seen the van parked almost just outside my house.

My road is quite small and hidden away, opposite my house there is no other houses, just sheltered accommodation for old people. And almost right opposite my front door is the opening to the car park. The van was there, parked up right in the entrance. There was nobody in it, but I recognised it instantly. "wow" I thought, trying desperately to think of some excuse to waste time and have to stand on my doorstep. So I went inside, and spied out of the window. Nothing happened for a few minutes, so I decided to go upstairs and look out of my mams bedroom window for a better view. After a few more minutes Bed Man came out, and got in the van and drove off. But It doesn't end there!

Just as I was contemplating what the chances were of that happening, I went downstairs and for no real reason had another quick spy out of the downstairs bay window, just in time to see the van slow to a stop, stay there for a while, and then a little bit later Bed Man got out.
Turned out, the van had broke down, and was stuck outside the church at the end of my street.
If that wasn't my chance, I don't know what was.
It was like some sort of divine intervention, like something had stopped him getting out of my street, so I would get chance to somehow go out and strike up a conversation with him.

I just stood there slack jawed wondering what the hell was going on. I could see him wandering around the van, mooching and messing about with it, trying to get it to work again.
But what could I do, I couldn't very well saunter out and go up to him and start talking to him. I felt like I really should, like that very moment had been engineered especially for me. Maybe I should have. It didn't really occur to me to do that though, I mean it definitely did, and I was thinking "holy shit, what are the fucking chances, this is definitely my chance, I should do something". It was weird, if I was ever going to talk to him properly, this was certainly my moment, but I just didn't, it would have been just TOO weird of me to do that, and even thought it was amazing perfect time that I knew he was even in my street at all, I wasn't fighting back the urge to run out and talk to him. Yeah I probably should have, but I didn't have to restrain myself from doing it.

He stayed there for about 10 minutes, maybe a little less. Nothing really happened, nobody came to help him, he just messed about for a bit and got it working again, and drove off.

But I mean, was that whole thing amazing or is it just me? Usually at 10am I am either in bed, or getting ready to go out of the house. Either way, If I'd not been to the job centre that morning, I would have missed him because I was asleep, or missed him cause I was messing about brushing my teeth and getting ready. And of all the furniture places around, they chose his shop to get their furniture from. And he happened to be delivering to the place right opposite my house. And I happened to see it happen. And he happened to break down before he even got out of my road.

Shit, maybe I should have taken my chance!

Best.dream.ever

Dreamt I was kissing Louis Garrel last night.
Swooooon.

Also dreamt I had a job in a cake factory. Man, that dream was like my idea of a perfect life.

It probably doesn't even come from a pig

You know when you have a lot of things milling around in your head? That's me right now, I have a lot of things to scribble down but for some reason I don't know how to start. Maybe its cause our Internet got cut off yet again, because we didn't pay the bill, well we did, just not in time.
Anyway, I just had an ace midnight snack, it was two cold fish fingers (left over from my dinner today) with a line of red sauce down the middle, some pringles and some strawberry milkshake. Oh, also while I was preparing the snack I ate a slice of ham out of the fridge. I don't know what it is about that ham, its not even amazing uber ham, its just asda fucking smart price, its probably wholly unhealthy processed crap, it probably doesn't even come from a pig. But I can never resist picking up a slice and stuffing it into my mouth whenever I happen to be mooching in the fridge, which is quite often to be honest.
I thought it was a nice coincidence that it happened to be just a few minutes past midnight as well, when I started tucking in. Mainly I went down to refill the water bottle cause my feet were cold, but also just cause I knew the fish fingers were there. I wasn't even that hungry, but I had to eat them just because I knew. Anyway, the best bit was the pringles, they are amazing, they're the ones you get in a purple pack, In fact, this would be a good time to slot in a picture.

Ah yes, there we go. They are Italian cheese and garlic flavour, I don't know why nobody has thought of inventing garlic flavour crisps before, they are just delicious. Nobody will want to kiss you for a while afterwards, but personally I find it worth the risk, I can barely remember the last time anyone kissed me anyway, so yeah, Pringles, definately worth it.

I first discovered them last saturday at my aunties tea party she had for her neighbours birthday and to celebrate her own passing of some course or other. Anyway, I almost ate an entire bowl of these to myself. If you're lucky enough to have a Home Bargains near you, you can get them in there for 69p. I think its just pot luck with that store though, it reminds me of a carboot sale, I think every branch just has a whole host of different stock every week, regardless of the other branches.

Here is a picture of my (now sadly devoured) midnight snack.

Appetizing no? Mmmhmm.

Alright what else do I have. Quite a lot of pictures to put in here actually! Remember that tea party I mentioned? I made some meringues for it, Id only made them once before, and that was quite a while ago. I did not realise they were so big untill it was too late. I was quite buzzin though cause everyone that ate one said how lovely they were, so yes, very pleased with myself, especially considering I thought they didn't even turn out that well. But nevermind.

Pretty mighty aren't they? I made some more today, I made them smaller though cause those ones were definately too big. Oh yeah, I only made them cause one of the women who came to the teaparty, it's her birthday today I think, and she's having a party of her own at her house I think, and I was requested to make some more which was nice!

Right enough about food then. This time tomorrow I will be very drunk, but hopefully not falling down the Empire stairs. A couple of weeks ago I had a total dress binge and bought 7 dresses in the space of about 5 days, mainly this was because I went to Redcar with my mam, and Redcar has a lot of charity shops. So I dont feel bad buying 3 charity shop dresses, but then I bought one from Peacocks for £12 which I didn't feel too bad about either because £12 is a fairly good price for a dress. Also it was the first thing I've bought that was new, and not in the sale, in I cant even remember when. I also bought 2 dresses off ebay, so thats almost charity shopping. I know that leaves me one dress short, but I can't for the life of me remember what the last one was. Maybe it was only 6, im sure it was 7 though. Anyway, I'll remember soon no doubt.
Anyway, what Im getting at is, I love dresses, and tomorrow I'll finally get chance to wear the sequinney number that Iv been dying to wear ever since I bought it (for a measly £3 may I remind you again).

Its equally sequinney on the back too. Im gonna have to wear it with a belt, and do something to the sleeves, cause they're dead long, but its worth it I think. Ahhh bargains.

Alright, also what is milling about in my head, Iv saved this till last cause I think its the best. The other day I discovered Modest Mouse are doing a gig in Manchester in December, (Frightened Rabbit as support too?!) I think this seems like an opportunity too good to miss yo. Im also spurred on by the memory of going to Manchester with Laura and Kat and David last February to see the Smashing Pumpkins, we stayed for a couple of days, and went to this ace club called 42nd Street, and shopped, and ate out, and seen the gig. It was just proper bo, it was just really easy too, and it wasn't even expensive. I mean obviously its nothing to do with nostalgia, I would genuinely love to see MM and FR, and Manchester is just such a cool city.

Ahh.
Come one, who's with me bitches? We can stay in Premiere Travel Inn (I think thats where we stayed before?) Cheap as, and we can get a cheap advance train there for not much I think. Also its on like, the 13th or 16th, I can't remember which, and it'll be all christmassey and atmospheric and we can use it as an excuse to go christmas shopping! Come on! Lets do it! Who wants to join me??

YES YES YES

I didn't realise it was quite so sunny

I just clicked the change text colour button by accident, I figured I might as well have a different colour for a change. Its 8.41, I'm seeking refuge in my room from the stupid soaps my mam is watching downstairs. I'm listening to the Cure. I'm pretty sure I'm still a little bit in love with Robert Smith. I hope I see someone dressed as him on Halloween, that would be cool. Recently I re-discovered a Cure song called "Catch", It came on when I was listening to spotify (yeah lame I know) But I'd totally forgot about it, and its such a good little song, I'm really glad I found it again.
Its proper pissing down outside, I'm glad I'm inside. Rain is annoying though, I mean obviously its nice sometimes, but I just thought then, I can't remember the last time it really rained, and it made me realise that Summer is pretty much dead by now, and its probably gonna rain loads from now on.
I went to Ropner park a couple of weeks ago with Laura, it was a proper gorgeous day, we took some food and biked there. I guess we were out for a good few hours, it didn't really feel like long though, and I didn't realise it was quite so sunny, but when i got out of the bath that night, I noticed I'd got annoying suntan strap marks. They've probably gone now, they weren't

massively visible, but it was still annoying.

Yeah, I guess those days are over for another year. Shame. My mam and auntie were talking about where they would move if they won the lottery. My mam chose somewhere still in England, and I thought why would she want to stay here? I mean, we really have no reason to stay here, my grandparents are both dead now, I dunno. I don't know why, if you had loads and loads of money, you would want to stay here. I would probably miss it it a bit if I went, but I could still come back and visit a bit. The weather is so gash here, and the whole place, its basically full of scutters, urgh I dunno. I know theres loads of great bits but I don't think they outweigh the aforementioned rubbish bits y'know.

Ahh well, anyway, what else can I jibber jabber about. Its my birthday in exactly a week. I'm sort of excited, I'm definitely not dreading it. But I'll be quite sad when its over, cause I like the build up, its almost better than the birthday its self. It lasts longer at least.
Maybe I'll get a hairdryer. I don't know what I did to the old one, but I thought it was going to blow up in my face. I didn't do anything to it actually, we had had it for a good few years and I guess it just gave out. I'm sick of having wet hair quite so often now though.

Well, In other news, I have a strawberry milkshake with my name on it downstairs, and its now almost 9.10pm so that means it's now safe for me to meander downstairs and not find crap on the the Tv. In other news, I think its stopped raining.

Bye bye bye

If I could find a middle ground

Yo. Long time no blog. Quite a long time in fact, I haven't been on here in ages. Actually I don't really have any particular reason for not writing a blog, even though I do have a lot of (boring) material to blog about. A couple of weeks ago our Internet got cut off cause we didn't pay the bill, oops. Even though I could still sort of get on, thanks to whoever Belkin45 is, in dribs and drabs, its annoying to write when you could be cut off at any second, even though this auto saves every minute or so. Never mind. Haha just desperately clawing for excuses aren't I. I DON'T BLOODY HAVE ANY. Just being a lazy mofo I guess.
Anywayy, what have I got to write about. My mam woke me up at 10am today and asked if I fancied going to Redcar, so we did that. I was hoping to save save save what little money I have, but I must be easily persuaded. Better than doing nothing all day I guess. However, the downside to this was that I bought 4 dresses. I don't usually buy four dresses in four months, even though I love them. But all but one of them were from charity shops, which I guess is acceptable seeing as the most expensive one was £3.99. Anyway, I'll shut up about the dresses and save them for another post which will no doubt include pictures. Before I shut up though, I will mention the best dress of all, which I got a couple of weeks ago, from a charity shop again, but it is just so incredible, I can't wait till I get a chance to wear it. It only cost £3! And technically its not a dress, its a size 32 top. Anyway, its mainly black with loooads of bluey and green and silver sequins all over. Sounds not that nice, but the photo's will sort that out.

There is a bald cat on TV. I want to stroke one just to see what its like. It looks like a scrotum. I feel the urge to knit it a little woolly jumper, even though I can't knit cause I'm rubbish at it, and my mam gives up trying to show me how after about 3 minutes.

Uhm, anyway, on a more serious note, something happened to me today that kind of disappointed me.
I was in a Redcar charity shop with my mam, and this girl came in after us. I didn't think much of it, till we left and went into the one next door, which she also followed us into a few minutes later. I didn't actually see her face, I just sort of noticed her, she was roughly my age, maybe a little older, she was wearing, actually I have no idea what she was wearing on the top half, but on the bottom she was wearing, actually you know what fuck it, she was wearing just normal clothes I suppose, black tights, a dark blue and green tartan skirt, which was quite nice actually. She was just a bit of an Indie girl, totally normal. Then just as I was leaving the shop, I noticed that she had picked up and was looking at this sort of old lady-esq, vintage label debenhams top that I had been looking at before she came into the shop. I guess I wasn't into it enough to want to buy it, but it was pretty cool, gold and black patterned. Ohh that's why I didn't want it, I didn't like the viscosey material it was made out of.
But anyway, it just made me go "ohhh shit, Is that what I'm like?"
I don't want to be a stupid boring average indie girl. I don't want to be anything y'know, ugh it confuses my head thinking about it. When I was about 15, 16, I was a proper little mosher, wore the biggest jeans I could possibly find, proper loved the emo section of Tammy. Oh god, why am I publishing this on the Internet? No, on a serious note, what I'm getting at is, I guess I just grew out of that kind of stuff (except for listening to Blink 182) Actually I have no idea what I'm getting at, I dunno. Is this my version of an existential crisis?
Iv ran out of steam on this one now, I guess in conclusion, if I could find a middle ground between not being like everyone else, and being normal, then I would be happier. Make sense? Thought not.

I'm going to be 23 in exactly 20 days. This worries me. Maybe this is what sparked me off?! I'm not scared of another year older, I know, and feel that 23 is still proper young, even though everyone around me is a bit "wooah 23!!" I guess that's what comes from having a birthday in late September and being quite a lot of months older than everyone else in my age bracket. That's not it. What it is is, it just feels, and is, such a long time ago that I was 18, 19, and 20. I only really think of this when I think of famous people. The girl who won big brother is only 20, As if I'm 3 years older than her. Not that she's exactly famous but you know what I mean. Maybe its cause she looks older than me, I thought she was about 25. Ahh well, suck it up Bianca.

Mmm I'm pretty tired. We did a lot of walking around today. I found some ace shells on the beach, that I only just remembered, I was going to wash them when I got in, ahh well. Also we had to run for the train, it was that or wait 40 minutes for the next one. We made it in time though which was pleasant.

Blah blah, blog blog, I think this about covers it, I think I'm going to resume posting at a normal rate from now on.
P.s, If 'Anonymous boy' pays any visits to this, I wholeheartedly apologize for being a lazy procrastinating sod, and not replying to the comments! Sorry!

Adios amigo's

Sumo-Celebs

I haven't wrote a proper blog in aaages. Next time I write a proper one, I'll explain why. But for now, I've been meaning to do this for ages.

Sumo is a club in Middlesbrough, Its a pretty decent night out. They often have photographers snapping away in there, the resulting photo's are then uploaded to the Tenfeettall website (paparazzi section in case anyone was/is interested. Please note it's been called paparazzi long before gaga came around)

Anyway, remember on The Friday Night Project, they always did a section called Celebrity-Spotting? It was great fun, Here's my take on it.

Lets kick off with Josh Ashworth from Hollyoaks

Followed by some Followills, Caleb and im gonna say Jared (though maybe he could pass for Nathan)

Then lets stick with the musician theme, Travis Barker
(its hard to find a picture of this guy actually wearing a top, so I painted one on for added effect)

And another...

ahright ahr kid

Lets go back to Tv now, with the north east's very own Vince Noir

Next: Cartoons

And finally, does anyone have any TP for this guy's bunghole?

I hope none of these people come across this, Or at least if they do, I hope they find it amusing and not offensive, I wouldn't like to be beaten up next time I go to Sumo!

Ahh

Is there anything nicer than sitting on your bed listening to Edith Piaf, whilst its grey and gloomy outside? Only the lack of a sore shoulder (and maybe a big glass of mango juice) would make this moment better. Too much fun on the park roundabout.