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Turns out I may have finally broken the curse I have had following me for the last 6 weeks…..

Went out with Amy and her mate Sarah last night, think I was supposed to be company for Sarah as I get on with her well, but more importantly Amy was intending to meet her boyfriend of the minute…. So we end up in the worst club in Derby (and there’s a vast amount of competition for this prestigious title) Zanzibar. Anyway, a few drinks later (and I really don’t mean much to drink as I really wasn’t overly wasted) Amy was complaining that she’d been stood up, (it was about 11 at this point, with no sign of her BF). So we get some cheap bubbly (the stuff they were giving away) and proceed to finish the bottle, and this, I’m quite proud to say was my last drink….

So to cut a ramble a little, James (Amy’s boyfriend) finally shows and we move upstairs, where they are playing some damn good music! So I get taken over by the beat and decide that I am just going to go and have fun dancing… screw everyone else.

So I’m on the dance floor and sooner or later everyone else in the party has moved back downstairs, but I don’t feel like stopping, so I don’t.

I end up dancing for about 2hrs solidly, to various bits of Hed Kandi interspersed with some great mix of Lola’s Theme (think Pete told me about this one when he was down last) and various other funky tunes…. I can’t believe I danced for 2hrs straight… no breather… no slowing down….

The dance was like my second workout of the day, as I’d been swimming before work, Gym after and then this. With the way I dance it was probably the hardest workout I did all day!

Anyway back to the curse….

For the past 6 weeks I have been out at various points, enjoying myself, usually dancing, and strangely enough usually with a decent looking girl dancing too. (with me, not just on the dance floor) so I think I can’t believe my luck, then the bubble bursts when they say:

“so you are gay aren’t you?” or “You remind me of Will Young” (leading to never ending jokes in work)

FOR THE PAST SIX WEEKS I HAVE BEEN BRANDED AS GAY…..

But not any longer, picture the scene:
Me strutting my stuff, one (gorgeous) brown haired girl looking over from her place with two mates….
She walks over and circles me…..
She says: “I like your dancing”
I say “Thanks” (that’s all could muster!)
She continues: “So you got a girlfriend?” (OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, Mouth Dry, feeling dizzy)
I say: “No… no… turns out most people think I’m gay!” (OH GOD why did I have to tell her That)
She promptly returns to her friends and I never speak to her again!

Bugger
Thus ends self help book 1: Heterosexual problems with Being called Gay
Time to move on to self help book 2: how to hide the fact everyone has called you gay:

After my last post I hit a few snags… namely shortcomings in the Live Journal interface that means it is impossible to download someone elses posts… including comments.

from livejournal:


At the risk of getting into another argument, generally speaking users are only allowed to download content they own. Sure, anybody can go and save an HTML page, but our policy has been to only allow programmatic access to those posts and comments that belong to the user.

Basically, we don't want to provide a way for someone to take a copy of another user's journal.


So this kind of undermines the project a little.

DOH!!!

Well development work is well underway on BGeek.net, and I thought I’d let people know about the future of the site.

As those that read this log invariably have a LiveJournal log themselves I am working to incorporate this into the new site. The following will be the aim of the site:

• Central Place for all of our logs
• Easy to see and use tab menu that takes you between all the logs on the site
• As everyone posting on the site will have a certain link it should provide a useful central page for viewing and posting to the web site.
• Post to both your livejournal weblog and bgeek with one simple click.
• Log in to bgeek using your livejournal account.
• Friends and friendgroup settings will be interchangeable between the two sites.
• Use livejournal clients to post to both sites
• Easy to remember and type links. (www.bgeek.net/username)
• Everything that live journal offers in one place.
• Your very own developer.. me! Want a new feature.. just ask.

If you guys that read my journal are interested in this… drop me a line and let me know… or let me know what other features you would like.

Ok so I might have done a stupid thing, the thing everyone says they regret doing a month or two down the line, an action prompted by the best intentions that will obviously prove fatal………..

I joined the gym! Aghhhhh.

I have the best intentions in the world as I am determined to loose weight for once. Going to make a conscious effort to cut down on the amount I drink. Perhaps start drinking more wine instead of beer. (To my medic friends: is a bottle of wine better on the figure than about 3 pints?)

This morning I went for a swim before work, and has set me up for quite a good morning, so I’m gonna try and do it every morning. (Although might have to get some goggles as the chlorine + lighting in work, hurts my eyes.)

So what’s brought this on? Well pure vanity… or at least I’d like to be able to be vain although at the moment it’s a bit difficult as I think I’ve put on about 1.5 stone since coming back from France. Plus I realise that I’m never really awake, I’m constantly yawning in work and have very little energy (well until I go on a night out and dance like a loony-toon). But above all else I think I want to meet people, David Lloyd have a nice welcome night for racquet sports (squash one is tonight) where people who haven’t got someone to play with can come along and meet other people who don’t have anyone to play with…. Should be fun (or I’ll be trounced and so embarrassed I won’t come back!)

So I have to make a promise to myself to use the Gym as regularly as possible… At least until I don’t get embarrassed when I leave the shower and look at myself in the mirror (damn mirror!).

Well I woke up today to Discover that Wales no longer exists, which could cause a problem for us taking on England on Saturday!