Not much to tell, really.
The poxy police helicopters circled over my part of town for an hour last night. An hour. Christ, on "Police, Camera, Action" it only ever takes them five minutes to locate the suspect hiding in some old git's wheely bin, point him out to the lads on the ground and then fly off sharpish before they inadvertently capture video evidence of the beating the gormless fugitive customarily receives at this point. So what on earth were two helicopters (one loud whompy one, one small whiny one) doing out there for an hour last night while I was trying to watch the telly?? On the stroke of eleven they magically disappeared back to base, leaving me to draw my own conclusions as to the nature of their "mission". Sightseeing? Pleasure flights for the local Scout troop? Justifying the fuel budget? Noisy bastards.
Oh, and we got hold of some tickets to see Robbie at Wembley next year.
Oh, and we bought a house today.
Oh, and we got hold of some tickets to see Robbie at Wembley next year.
Oh, and we bought a house today.
posted by surly girl at 3:59 pm
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Just the one?
I'm in awe of the casual flair with which you dropped that last little bomb into your post!
How great is that? Good for you, OH, and small person. *beams*
Did you have to sell the other one to pay for the Robbie tickets.
Hardly a fair exchange, dear girl.
We are now officially scared shitless at being part of the 'system' and owing some financial institution all our earnings for the next 30 years !!!!
i never had one to start with - OH has flogged the one he's only just bought back so we can live together in unmarried bliss*
*until he discovers what i'm really like
we bought some robbie tickets did we?................
Hooray for house-buying-ness. Just as long as you don't have the kind of trauma we endured during our house buying/selling endeavour earlier this year.
Congratulations on house-purchasing prowess, sg.
I wish you a buying process free from pain, stress and unforseen expenses of any kind (this is assuming you're at the "offer accepted" stage not the "complete" one. If the latter, then good luck with the move..)
I notice you say "got hold of" some tickets, rather than "bought".
Whose soul have you sold?
Ooh, I like helicopters. And two of them! Not at that time of night though.
Gratz on the new house SG
details? :o)
Perhaps the police will lend you a helicopter so that you can drop in unanounced on Robbie.
Helicopter-flying selfish bastards.
We've got them here, too. Maybe I should just let the illegal immigrants out of the shed and give up pimping. Spotlights on the garden get a bit wearing and keep the foreigners awake.
Ok so be honest, which one are you more excited about:
The house or Robbie?
They do it here too, though I can't see that they'll find much in the undergrowth except pheasants and cows. And there's a school of military survey up the road. I've no idea what they do but they do some of it it in helicopters.
Happy housing!
and the best bit about actually owning your house is that you can knock bits of it down whenever you feel like! Congratulations.
ok - clarification:
zanna saved the day and bought the robbie tickets - me, fifi sis, zanna and cuppa will be jumping up and down, holding our faces and screaming on sept 14th next year at wembley stadium (should it be finished).
the house-buying will hopefully go smoothly. the developer (ooh, get us with our house that isn't even finished yet) is taking OH's house in part-ex, so we exchange in 4 weeks and complete in feb. fingers crossed it should go ok.
on balance, i'm more excited about the house.
honest.
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Congratulations on the house. While smat's comment is true (no more asking landlords before blu-tacking up the Robbie Williams posters, should you wish) I must, with my engineering hat on, advise you to be selective about any bits you do decide to knock down, and ensure enough bits are left to do that "keeping the roof up" thing.
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stef - good point there. Before we knoocked down walls I made my Dad to the "poking at the top of the wall with a breadknife" thing just to make sure.
thank you! I'm more excited about Robbie unless you let me move in.....................
were you proper cross with me? i couldn't be arsed to explain it properly yesterday...then realised it looked like me and him were going which is silly as robbie concerts are No Boys Allowed (unless you're very tall in which case you can stand with us and put the deelyboppers on when we come back from the toilet)
no i wasn't really cross at all, have I ever been really cross with you?! (except for orangejuice gate)
oh lord, will you never let that go??
Congratulations on Robbie AND the house. Very exciting indeed on both counts.
While I was in your neck of the woods, I saw a special on TV on Robbie, and he IS a darling.
I get mightily annoyed by police helicopters buzzing my house AND shining their big lights straight into my bedroom window. No matter how long they shine it, it won't make the curtains disappear. And anyway, there's nothing to see, so I wish they'd just bog off and bother somebody else. Like a proper criminal or something. Honestly...
Oh yes - congrats on your house purchase!
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