Manchester was a really good night. I was a little bit tired for the first hour or so but I soon sorted myself out after a few bevvies...

I met someone I really clicked with. His name was Cole.. He was very very attractive, if a little bit quiet. He had a lovely hard body and he was soo tall!!

Ill attach a pic...

Every1.. Meet Cole... the pole...

*sniff*

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I wrote a poem last night.. give me a shout on either here or adie.williams @ googlemail.com (without the spaces in between the @ ... Dont want spammers who use them automated email addy searchers getting hold of my email and spamming me!) if you want it. Be warned, its not the normal Adie kinda stuff... Its quite heavy.. Its also a first draft and if you think my english and grammar is bad here then it has nothing on what my poems have! x

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I think I have finally figured out how to communicate with the breed of lesbian in a way in which they will understand me and respond accordingly. Before I had issues getting anything other than a grunt and a snot grog from them... But, if I can, let me compare a lesbian to a bull.. No, I dont mean big fat and hairy and most with a ring through their nose (although actually, yes..) I mean that if you wave a red rag in front of their simple little eyes, they will go mental... But secretly.. its the way to their heart..

Adrian Says:

Lemon

Adrian Says:

Knickers

Adrian Says:

fishy

Adrian Says:

hairy

Adrian Says:

smelly

Adrian Says:

juice licking

Natt Says:

Queer    <<It bites the bait!

Adrian Says:

Finger flicking

Natt Says:

aids            <<< It rebels

Natt Says:

ridden

Adrian Says:

dyke-a-tron from hell

Natt Says:

gooooooood

Adrian Says:

Morning!!!

Natt Says:

Moooooooorrrning!!!  <<< It welcomes me into the lesbianism tribe..

I have chosen to reply to Jaseys comment in the form of a little story. I feel I should justify myself as the hand of of accusation regarding theft is been pointed in my direction. I am trying to compose this on 4 hours sleep again so excuse me if it is a load of tripe...

  I admit this to the world. I did, indeed, steal a breakfast from Trentham Gardens.  It was not because I did not have the funds to pay for the plate full of breaskfast-ician delights... Nor was it because I got some kind of sick kick out of tiptoeing past the ladies on the pay desk... Not at all.  It was a mixture of two things which were:-

A.) The spotty teenager at the counter left our "steaming hot" breakfasts on the counter to go cold for 15 minutes while she waited for some veggie sausages to cook so to say it was a bit freezing would be an understatement.

B.) There was noone at the payment desk when we walked past to pay.. and then when we sat down and discussed the poor service we had received and the disapointment in the breakfast on a whole, we decided to leave not en-route the cash desk...

 It is true, blogging fans, that I knew what I was doing... My uncle was even the security guard there that day and I used this to my advantage knowing that he would not have his own nephew arrested!

  So now, I am a futuritive (that doesnt sound right...Ah, i mean fugitive.. good english as always there!)  and believe me, whenever I go there now, I wonder if every visit will be my last and if my foolish actioned will result in a lifetime ban from the food court at Trentham Gardens..

  In other news, I finally just sweet talked a man at British Gas into sending me a refund cheque of £25.00 for my prepayment .. They have been messing me round left right and centre and I explained this to him in the nicest possible way.  He sounded a bit like a homo and so I used this to my advantage, giving a girly giggle whenever he tried to do a funny and explaining to him that I was just a lil boi allllll on my own ( I thought about twisting locks of my hair and biting on my lip but refrained as was reminded this was not a video call)...He asked me if the situation had distraught me and said he could help me more if it had so I replied in my most hurt, wounded voice "why yes actually, I havent slept properly in days... " (Might I add, not a direct lie there.. I havent slept properly... they dont need to know I work silly shifts!) and so he agreed to refund the £2.00 extra for my discomfort! CHA CHING!!!

My shorts have come.. Im going to attach a photo of them, just because I think I love them! They are abercrombie and fitch and on the english website retail at £50.00. I got them brand spanking new off ebay with tags etc for £28.00 pound including delivery. Can you say BARGAIN?!?
They also have some big fat tassles by the legs that you cant see..I no longer have a mirror that I can pose in.. Not happy!

Anyway, Laters xxxx

 A photo taken last night just before I started off from work.. I dont suppose it looks that bad now we have got our mark on the place! :-) xx

Tonight I was asked where I would live if I could be anywhere in the country... Its not something Ive ever really thought about. I always just thought that I would stay in Stoke until I am old, crinkly and eventually burnt and spread over "the club" carpark...I realised something though. I am no longer opposed to moving away. It would have to be somewhere close enough to be able to get back to see my family at least once a week but other than that I do not have anything keeping me in Stoke. I never really have to be honest.  I just seem to be good at sending myself on guilt trips wondering what other people would do if I left, whether I would miss Jaya growing up etc...But the answers are simple.. Me and mum have always had an agreement that the first person who leaves the house, leaves it with the other.. After over 3 years of living together, (and another 17 before on top of that!)  Im sure she understands that I will need to fly the nest eventually. And, at the moment I usually only get to see Jaya once a week.. it would just mean that she would look forward to uncle Adies visits even more!

  Laters  xx

What a beautiful day it is outside today! If I listen over the sound of firebombs been thrown and kiddies with ASBO (Anti social behaviour orders) screaming their little lungs off fighting with one another, I can *almost* hear the sound of birds tweeting!

I think my new postman knows about my working nights. He has taken to hurling things through my letter box, so far that when I go downstairs, my mail is resting on the third step up. Either hes in some kind of competition for the "letter throwing olympics", or he is simply having a giraffe at my expense. The postman here is not remotely beautiful and so I do not want to go to the door unless I really have to. I say that he is not beautiful but the steel armour that he wears for protection makes it harder to see his face... He better not mess with me tomorrow as I need all of the sleep I can lay my hands on!!

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Im not usually a snob when it comes to the way that people talk.. I mean, Im from Stoke On Trent and come with lingo such as "Ay up duck.. Ow do??"    so you can see,  I really have no room to judge..  But if there is one term I really Hate (with a capital H)  then it would be the term "Init"...  It seems to be a term shortened from "isnt it" and yet you seem to be able to shove this on the end of almost any sentence. I had a conversation with someone a month or so ago and he was saying it after every sentence.. An example? Ok, here goes..

  "Yeah, Im going out clubbing this weekend init.."
  " My mums shouting me for dinner init"
  " Yeah I like saying init... init..."

   Can you see why after a while of chatting, it could get a bit tedious?!  It seems to be chavs and lesbians that like saying it... (or is that the same thing??)    Anyway, just a little pet hate of mine.. It even manages to beat gays singing "sister"and "girlfriend" at me!!  Is there any way that I could get it banned do you think? I would like an on the spot fine of around £50.00 every time it is used. I think Ill write to Estha Ranson.. She can sort anything can Estha... Good old Estha.. (Im always biggin up Estha but is she actually still alive?!)

  I had Faff and mither with the break in Manchester this weekend...Jimbobs sister Kerry is not very well and so wont be attending which meant I needed to cancel our hotel and search for another one. As luck would have it I managed to save the day but lost 2 and a half hours of valuable sleeping time in the process...

  I am actually not that bad at planning events when I put my mind to it..Maybe I should trade as a party planner... What do you think for this as a signature on my emails.:-

Adrian Williams
Chief Party Planner and Strip-O-Gram 
Andy G's
We always hit the spot...

  The Andy G's and slogan was a suggestion I had from Andrew earlier this week... I quite like it.. If I ever own a sex shop then that is what I shall name it!  We could take on Anne Summer!!

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I meant to write a really interesting informative blog last night. Unfortunately I was not able to keep my eyes open for as long as it took me to string a sentence together. I dare not read what it was I ended up waffling about as I cannot remember. I know I ended up just hitting the post button..

I have had a text from "she who shall not be named" about the shower in my flat. It would be a Correct statement that if you dont use the shower correctly, it has been known to leak through to the hall way. However, I did warn her not to touch the screen as I had re siliconed it all and tested it as working. Obviously the silly wench is deaf as well as daft! I cannot believe that after the state she has left this place in, that she still has the audacity (oh yes, we are using big words..) to keep moaning at me. On Sunday morning I had a text saying I had left a bag full of oil on the balcony... Why had I done it??.. Why would I leave that flat carrying with me no less than 20 black bags and all of the furniture and then leave a bag full of oil? I did tell her this in the early hours of sunday via text message and wasnt best polite about it. Maybe she should have asked her new neighbour who seemed to think on Saturday it was alright to add another bag to the collection we were having to cart down! Thats why it didnt get moved! And besides, even if I did leave a bag full of oil (which I didnt) then she more than made up for it by leaving a bags worth of oil, biscuits, and general filth all over the kitchen/bathroom/living room/bedrooms... And who in their right mind tries to paint a bathroom sink?!

Rant over...If she comes near my castle then im gonna bop her one.. right in her nose...
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I am not looking my best at the moment. Much worse in fact. If you were to see me now, my dear friends, I would be very surprised if you didnt run off in the other direction with your hands waving in the air screaming "Its the living dead!!!" All night, I have been sitting at my desk like a nodding dog and so I must ensure that I get a bit more unbroken sleep today, otherwise I am going to be buggered tonight!

I am a little bit ashamed to admit this, but yesterday I arranged a few bits to my wedding. It really is true what they say.. Once you pop, you just cant stop. I had a look at a few engagement rings that I liked and then started looking at the cakes, and before long I am having a conversation on MSN with two chaps I have spoken to that got married. I was asking them everything from what they wore to how many people attended and where they bought their rings (Asda.. 2 for £66.00) . As you can imagine, I felt a little silly when they asked me when I was getting married. "Lol" I replied before casusally hitting the block key before they could ask anymore questions... By the time I speak to them again I am sure they will have forgotten all about it! :-D
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Ok, I got woken up just once more but it was Quin my sisters fiance collecting my rubbish so I didnt stab him with the fork I had collected from the kitchen before answering the door...

All is well..

My sleep is more staggered today than an alcoholic in Vitoria Wine...

Im having a flashback.. The "flower lady" was in fact a gypo trying to sell me what looked like a sprig of parsley... for £4.00... Any wonder I tutted at her! I have a feeling it wont be the last Ill see of her.. Im holding out for a palm reading session.. they always make me giggle!

Peace.

God Im tired

Ooh, my boyfriend just made it all better. He sent me a text that has really made me smile! Now I think I will refrain from knuckledusting the next person that comes to my door and instead, invite them in out of the cold, give them a bite to eat and then send them on their merry way. Its funny what a bit of TLC does aint it..

Am i gabbling again.. I think its time to try my hand at a touch of sleep! Au revoir folks! xxx

I have been in bed for two hours. In this time I have been awoken 3 times. Once by the postman who was delivering a parcel that wasnt even for me... He got a dirty look. The Second time a gas man to sort out my gas so it works. He grudgingly got offered a drink but only because he was doing me a favour. Thirdly by someone selling flowers. They got a tutting at...

I dare a fourth person to knock on my door. Come on punk... Make my day...

I am back on nights this week so who knows what will be posted.. I can be ever so deep when I get tired.. I can also be a ratty bugger at times so please be prepared!

Today I have had a good think about my good points and my bad points. I used to think that one of my good points was that I could mould myself so as to fit in with people from all walks of life. The problem is that I was not able to limit this to just people within work or a social circle and if I was to go on a date with someone that I had absolutely nothing in common with, I still managed to scrape the tiny pieces together and even make out that I shared their opinion on matters that I had my own very different view on. It was as if it was a challenge to get them to fall for me. I know that this happened right up until after my ex (who was a very hard nut to crack!) I suppose that it was our relationship that woke me up to the fact that sometimes you have to just be yourself, otherwise you will end up with someone that you love, but whom you dont like and who doesnt like you back. I told myself that the next time I met someone that the main thing I wanted was for them to find me and my stupid little ways funny and to find me attractive and to fall in love with me and not the picture that I painted of "me".

Of course, I had to find the person attractive too.. I have always said that I havent got a specific type but I tend to like guys with darker hair, a nice smile and nice eyes and always hope for -but rarely get- an amazing personality and sense of humour (This is beginning to read like a dodgy gaydar profile...Ill shush..)

So far with Andrew things are going really really well and I can 100% say that I have been myself.. it helps that he is funny, polite, caring, charming (Not a description that you would come across very often) loving, kind, considerate and also happens to be very very handsome.. It also helps that all of my family and a couple of mates that I have introduced him to absolutely adore him. He also thinks of the little things that I think of.. for our one week anniversary he got me a teddy in a gorgeous box and a card. It was the words on the card that meant the most to me though... I love a bit of sloppyness I do!

So what is my plan of action to keep this perfect man? Well it certainly wont be my dashing personality.. Its is actually a lot more simple than you would think. All you need is a kellogs cornflake box, some rope and a wooden stool. I will of course, stay betrothed with him for as long as he will put up with me and then if he tries to escape, I will pop the cornflake box on my head (all baddies have to wear a hat) and then rugby tackle him and tie him up with the rope, sit him on the stool and lock him in the pantry until he changes his mind and wants to marry me again!

I like to think that since I have met Andy, I have been quite good with my friends and have kept in touch with everyone etc. That is how I want it to be. A friend of mine got back with his ex yesterday and even though he had planned to come with us to Manchester this weekend has cancelled on us because he is having a coupley weekend instead. I had offered for his bf to come along but it seems that whatever my suggestion would have been, I would have been in the losing corner. I assume now that I probably wont hear anything from him until something goes wrong again. I suppose thats what friends are for though eh?? I dont wanna be that kind of friend but am starting to understand how hard it is to juggle a relationship, friends, family, and a job with dodgy hours. I only really have 2 days a week where I can see my friends, my bf and catch up with my sister and baby Jaya and dad and julie... it isnt an easy task i tell thee and today after a couple of little niggles from a couple of mates I was in such a bad mood. Sometimes I feel that no matter what I do, I cant do right for doing wrong and only after over an hour of counselling from Andrew did he assure me that I could juggle everything like a true professional. I even hope to meet some of his friends before the year 2010 as he talks about them a lot and they all sound lovely!

Is this been a bit deep... I may come back and delete it tomorrow... Then again, I may keep it.. Its good to read back on waffle..

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So, Im used to living up in a flat 6 floors up.. I am used to waking up naked, rolling out of bed, having a bit of a stretch and then grabbing a towel from somewhere to hide my modesty. Today, as per normal procedure, I woke up, had a bit of a tinker on my laptop and then rolled out of bed, stood up, had a stretch and then.. Noticed that there was a group of around 7 school girls outside my window along with a man walking his dog. I have never thrown myself to the deck quicker in my life. I think I may have broken my ribs in the process. I dont *think* anyone saw. I imagine that if they did then they would be standing open mouthed in awe pointing and laughing.  Oh my God, I will be known as "the flasher..." and people will pull their children away from me when Im walking down the street. (Probably best, most of the dirty beggars around here have probably got lice, or some sort of inherited rash anyway!)

  Hmmm....Any advise would be greatly appreciated...

*Note to self*... I must stop addressing people as "sister" and "girlfriend." It started as a loveable little block of sarcasm because I always get so annoyed at gays when I am out that scream "SISTER!!!!" or "HEY GIRLFRIEND" across the bar. Unfortunately this seems to be getting a little bit out of hand. I am now calling my mother, my boyfriend, every male friend (gay or straight) I have and my manager at work "sister".. The only sister I am justified in calling sister is Beverley Anne, and believe me Im making the most of that one. How on earth did it get to this though? It was meant as a bit of dry humour on my part and instead it now flies out of my gob before I can think of their name!

My mobile phone has been playing up recently. Nobody seems to be getting my messages and certain networks messages are not sending to me. At first I just thought that I was a billy no mates but just as I was about to ring childline for some counselling, I had a surge of messages through this morning. I am thinking of ringing Mr Vodafone up and asking him to resolve immediately but we will see how it goes. He wont be happy to hear from me thats for sure!

Right, Better be off! xx

Laters
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After much cleaning out, I now have a bedroom. Its a fair comment that with the purple and pink walls it looks like a bedroom of a 10 year old girl, but its a bedroom nonetheless and everyone has been cleaning all day again!!

I will attach a pic... Now I just need a steamer, some paint and a slumber party and I will be back in business!! Rahaha!
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Oh dear.. I am aching from head to toe.  I have bruises in places I didnt even know that i could get bruises.  Quinton my sisters fiance was even shocked at how hard I worked today!!  We started first thing this morning and swapped with Queen chavetta chav.. This is because she started texting us at 9am making out that she was done and ready to move. It took a couple of hours to fill our van but we found that we had to pile everything into her living room when we got there because it was the only room that they had bloody emptied. Can I also just please say that although I havent got alot of money, I attempt to make the best out of what I have got. This includes trying to keep a clean, tidy house. This is probably why I was so disapointed at the state that she had left her place in and add to this the fact that the stingy little cow took her light bulbs with her (apparantly because I didnt leave my nice electric fire- I gave it to my sister!)  left me unimpressed to say the least!  (I have tick lists for EVERYTHING!)  I left her with my posh living room light fitting, my posh bedroom light fitting, my curtains in a couple of rooms, my very VERY lovely digital shower and my electric oven that was £450.00 and bloody £23.00 on the electric meter for her to use. (oh and all the bloody lightbulbs!!)   She has left me with a layer of filfth on her kitchen and bathroom surfaces and in the cupboards. £5.00 worth of debt on her gas and no token or card to refill with and carpets that make you want to wipe your feet on the way out!!!

  Other than that I am genuinely touched at how everyone who came to help me tried to make the most of the situation (while I moaned my bag off all day!)  A big thank you to everyone!!

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Ok, I mentioned that I would love to do a Mary Poppins and magic my furniture to my new house just by twitching my nose at it. However, that idea was just silly and everyone knows that there is no such thing as magic! So, I have just actually had a real brain storm.. In Africa, the women carry everything around on their heads.. I have quite a large head so Im wondering if there would be room for a three piece suite, a microwave, a fridge freezer, a washer, a few cupboards and wardrobes, a telly and a few tables.. oh and a bed...

Ok, back to the drawing board...

She only went and bloody signed!! I have a house!!

Will write soon xxx

Today is the day!  Will she turn up for the signing over of houses, or will she run for the hills?  I am cautious and so will be wearing my running trainers. If she tries to "do one" then I will be hot on her heels.. I am sure that she would prefer to come quietly than have me cellotape, superglue and staple her to a chair - wouldnt she?? Yesterday when I got in from work, I called all of the necessary people to change my address over so that I am freshly prepared for tomorrow in my new house!

  Andrew came around last night and met Dame Kazduck (Aka Mummy dear.)  They got on really well so that was another box ticked... Not that I have a list or anything... Aww he is lovely you know!

 Wish me luck with the move.. Something tells me Im gonna need it.. XxxXxxXxxX

‘Some people are settling, others are settling down, and others won’t settle for anything less than butterflies’

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After work yesterday, I decided to do a little bit of food shopping and then take my neice out for a walk while my sister did some cleaning. Anyone out there with kids, I have every respect for. I found it virtually impossible to balance 2 bags of food and a pushchair while entertaining a 20 month year old baby with the hormones of a 14 year old! I thought of the typical "bribe with cadburys buttons" but either she was just not hungry or she is usually given something much more classy such as Thorntons as every time I tried to feed her a choc button, she either started whining or took it off me and squashed it to a mushy mess in her hands. I hope you understand when I say that I had no alternative but to eat them all to myself. Otherwise it would have been a complete waste and when there are people starving in Africa.. *Trails off waffling to himself...* I was going somewhere with this... ah yeah, so I took her for a walk down this cycle path and got a little bit lost. I somehow ended up on an industrial park that had no entrance and no exit. Builders were looking at me a little strangely as I clambered over rocks and boulders dragging the pushchair behind me and finally lifted everything over four massive boulders that were blocking the road to another industrial park. I think next time I will stick to the main roads!

I am not sure where to start with this moving business. I would love to wake up on Saturday and for it to all be done for me but that is not going to happen and it looks as though it is going to be extremely hard work! There were many people in the first instance who said that they would assist with the movage but I suppose when it comes to the crunch, you find out who really gives a damn... So here is the round up...

Me:- Mega butch puff and chief moverer.
Kazduck:- Will probably spend whole day flapping.
Quinton:- My sisters fiance.. Will not say alot but will increase speed on the day by about 500%
Andrew:- Says that he will assist anywhere he can although prefers the concept of project managing.
Beverley:- Chief cleaner and unpacker.
Neil:- "Doesnt do stairs" but can unpack van at house end.
Jimbob:- Coming after he has had a sleep as works nights. I imagine he is a strong little cookie!

Thats the line up.. God help the girl thats moving into my place as she only has 3 people! I dont know if she realises the whole concept of "moving EVERYTHING in one day"

We shall see...

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