Not really here.

Hello my dear friends. I'm just quickly dropping by to say that I'm still alive but not really quite here. Kind of a bit too busy partying at the moment, but I'm sure you understand. After a few months of very little partying, I have finally found back to my old ways. And, what's even more important, I have found some great party partners. An old friend who I've known for many years has developped into a soul sister for me, even more than she already was before. And as an added bonus, she is spontaneous and often up for crazy ideas. On top of that, I met some of the sweetest guys in a club a couple of weeks ago and they just happen to be the kind of guys who can keep up with me and dance until the sun comes up in the morning. Just what the doctor ordered, is what I say.

I'm back to work for two and a half days next week and then off to Edinburgh with a group of eight friends for New Years Eve... should be a legendary trip. And I promise, when I get back, I will be a bit more conscientous with my blog again. But before that, you'll excuse me- I've got a couple of dance-offs to attend. I hope you are all having wonderful holidays. Lots of love to you all.

To give up the ghost

This is priceless. A friend who is French just sent me an e-mail and told me that he is moving to Switzerland because a Japanese company haunted him.

Must be a pretty horrible company to haunt him so much that as his only escape he sees a move to a different country. Poor guy.

Do yourself a favour and just shut up.

Don't you think it's hilarious when people justify their behaviour but only by mentioning it, even draw your attention to it?

Yesterday I was at a little supermarket getting a couple of things and as I was going to the check-out (I know, the second supermarket check-out story in a week, but you're going to have to deal with that), there was a woman with quite a lot of groceries just getting into the queue. Behind her was a man who only had one bottle of some liquor, so the lady said to him: "Do you only have this bottle? Well, you can go in front of me then." The guy said thank you and then added: "You know, I'm just getting this bottle for cooking. Just a bit of liquor for cooking, you know." And he laughed a nervous little laugh.

Now obviously, after that, everyone who had heard it was convinced he was an alcoholic. If he hadn't said anything, nobody would have given it a second thought.

It's a bit like this story I read the other day- it might have been by David Sedaris. One day when he was still a teenager, his dad said to him as they were driving somewhere: "I just want you to know, I never cheated on your mother." After that, there was no question anymore for him that his father had betrayed his mother. I guess the moral of the story here is- if you are telling a lie, but your body is not, then better just shut up.

Wanna fight?

I just went grocery shopping at my local supermarket and there was this pretty odd looking couple in front of me at the check-out. Actually, she wasn't odd looking, she was just normal looking, but he was this mean looking, really tall, fairly big butch guy, maybe about fifty. He had long wavy hair and a weird cap, baggy tracksuit pants and a leather jacket and looked kind of scary. I got this strange vibe from him straight away, but was telling myself not to be so judgemental. Maybe he was just a scary looking guy, but had a good heart. You never know.

Before I could finish thinking that thought, a fight breaks out. The woman just asked a normal question, something like, "So should I just pay this part by cash then and you put the rest on your card?", which apparently was too much for him. He started screaming at her, something along the lines of, "What the fuck! I fucking told you how we do it, we don't do it like that, we fucking do it like this!" He then proceeded to push her to the side, not much, but enough that she bumped into the cash register behind her. Then he loaded the groceries onto the conveyor belt, throwing each item on there like a maniac, scaring the check-out lady and a few people around.

His vibe made me almost physically sick and I was so close to saying something, but in the end decided not to. I'm usually the kind of person who will say something, but he really was super scary and while I didn't think he would have hit me, I had a feeling that if I'd said something, he might get even angrier and later take it out on the woman. But then I couldn't stop thinking about it, wondering if I'd done the right thing. I think in any case, if there is actual violence involved, say, if he had hit her, then people around have a responsibility to not just watch and do nothing. But sometimes words can be just as violent. And it does make me wonder why a woman would stay with a guy like that. What would you have done?