Foo Fighters

I Love Foo Fighters. I think they are AMAZING. Imagine the rush of PURE JOY I experienced when I found out that they were to play in Aberdeen!!!

Like a good wee fan, I visited the OFFICIAL Foos website for details of where to get my tickets.

At 9am promptly on Friday 31st August 2007 I joined the thousand of other people fighting there way through engaged phonelines and crashed website to get my hands on the coveted tickets. I finally got through after an hour, only to discover, THE OFFICIAL WEBSITE GAVE THE WRONG PURCHASE DETAILS FOR BOTH THE SCOTTISH DATES.

By the time I was redirected to Ticketmaster, it was too late. It was Sold Out.

Thanks A Million to the Complete Fuck-Nugget who couldn't get the details right.

Weightloss

My doctor says I'm fat. I am inclined to agree, but I have a waist and can just about run for a bus without collapsing in a heap, so, I don't think I'm that bad. What really bugs me though, is the fact that she has threatened to take away my birth control pills. If I was to fall pregnant, I'd get bigger, so why not help me lose weight, rather than tell me I'm "Morbidly Obese". (I am if using that BMI index crap, but when I'm in the correct weight area for my hieght, I look like a junkie.)
Rather than just sit and let my ass grow big(ger), I joined a world famous weight loss programme where you count food as points. Waste Of Time. The week I went on a huge night out, ate heaps of chinese food and drunk copious amounts of alcohol, was the only week I lost any weight. Go Figure.
Now, I am letting my ass grow big as I contemplate the next plan. Think I'll join a gym...