Sunday, June 24, 2007

Sunday, June 17, 2007

When the going gets tough

the tough prepare baked goods.

I baked over the weekend, possibly because it was the most relaxing activity when the weather is crap. Which, unsurprisingly, since I live in Britain, wasn't the greatest.

I made carrot muffins (which in all honesty, were a bit cake like in texture) and the kick-ass peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. For good measure, I made some parmesan biscuits as well.


Taste testers required for above products, to apply, please drop by to collect! I don't actually eat very many of them.

Also had a great girly night in with two gorgeous chicks where we chatted about anything and everything (especially men!!) over a substantial quantity of the loveliest vodka ever invented on this Earth.

Now, the problem is I have a meeting with my supervisor tomorrow about my thesis, the phrase 'lots of changes' were invoked.

Thank God I'll be bribing with cookies and cake.....

Deadline for submission 13 July.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Exhaustion

Hello, this is alice's brain, I'm called Brian

I'm tired tired. Very very tired. I feels like i've been bitch slapped to hell and back.

But it will soon all be over.

13 July is when the thesis goes in, should be fun.

Wish me luck and any prayers are always welcome.





I should also wish to add, there's a whole chapter that's currently unwritten but you know me, work best under fire.




Friday, June 01, 2007

A minor vent

Now, some people will have remembered the exceptional customer service of the Thistle City Barbican where I stayed previously, about 2 months ago.

After a month of emails and complaints, first receiving some silly compensatory plans such as an executive suite and complimentary breakfast, I was finally assured that I would be receiving a refund within 4 weeks.

4 weeks whistle by.

No cheque.

Sent another email only to find out they had accidentally missed out my payment.
Completely unacceptable behaviour by a company that purports itself to be a 4-star hotel.

At some point, I will receive a refund. At some point, I may even hate them less for their ineptness.