Pragmatic Slaves.

Things I am a slave to:

Everyone and everything.

But I enjoy it. What are we here for if not to help other people? Whether it be in comforting them, making tea for them, or just being there to let them slap/punch/kick their frustration out on you in a pragmatic manner.

Judy was a slave to Punch, he beat her up and smashed the baby about. But they keep up appearences for family portraits and their 9-5 office jobs. They're pragmatic like that. Here's one family portrait:



Beautiful isn't it? They just let loose for the theatre, portraying an important message to children, encouraging the image of the family unit. And domestic violence.

That's the way to do it!

Sophie x

The Summer Ball

One for the politically inclined (click me...it feels good)

Clicketh thee the link, you see.

Sophie x

It went wherever I did go.

Fish, fish fishy fish......

My goldfish which has been living at my Dad's house has sadly passed away... after 14 years!!!!!
That's a fookin old fish!

So this post is dedicated to Sybil the fish, who, like the queen did not want to die.

The queen's 80th birthday was celebrated at St Paul's this morning. Even though her birthday was on the 21st April. I say it's too late now....I'm with Larry David on this one. It's bad enough having a half- birthday too, what more does the old bat want?

In other news, I leave the seaside in a couple of days... This is upsetting, as I have only just started to tan. Home gets the sunshine too, but it's just not as much fun sunbathing on a patch of grass. I like getting sand everywhere. You should see my bed. It's got castles, a moat, and every night I bury myself in the sand to drift away....

And tonight, I sing.

AAAND, Henman seems to be playing well. What's going on with the world!?

Best fishes

Sophie x

P.S. ********disclaimer******* This is not my fish. I got it off google images, apparently his name is "Jon the goldfish". Big up Jon.

NO MORE SHIT!

Hoorah woopwoop and yay, the shit has gone from boundary road.

And I saw a horse rolling around, nay (haha) writhing, around on the floor in what seemed to be some sort of ecstacy.

Rock. What a great journey home.

OH! And evil thought at work this evening....

"What if I just unplug the internet cable, will this person be so stupid they'll end up calling I.T.!?! Hahahahah, mwahahahahahahah!"

Good thought.......

"I won't then"

Evenin'

Sophie x

Sophzilla

Don't piss me off or I'll stamp on your house.

Sophie x

p.s. thanks to the maskéd man

Montag(e)

A quick montage of Monday:

Work today ringing ex-students to see whether they're working and where etc...

So I borrow someone's office. I like to keep a balance of good and evil.

Good act: I washed up the coffee cup left in the office.
Evil act: I turned all the pens in the penpot upside down, so in order to make the ink flow, she must first warm them up by scribbling on a piece of paper.

Boundary Road....
there is loads of dog shit there.

BUT the weird thing is, it's in bags. If you're going to go to the effort of taking bags out with you to pick the shit up with and store it in, pick up the dog shit and put it in the bag, then you may as well put it in the dog shit bin... It seems worse than just letting your dog poo away at it's little bum's content. And there is a collection within 2 square metres of at least 5 bags. I wonder if it's the same person creating a little collection as un homage to their dog's bum, or one person started it off, and the next dog owner thought, "man that shit looks good, i must contribute"

Final thought...maybe it's not from a dog.

That is all for Monday, now just a quick news update

*************NEWS UPDATE**************

Got good feedback for my directing debut, and got a good mark for my latest script, ergo, I rule.

Sophie x