Remember remember the...er...11th of November.

Happy Rememberence day my lovely alarm clocks!
Never forget today is:
My dad's birthday
Becky's dad's birthday
Emily's friend Jess' birthday
Lois' birthday
and I'm pretty sure none of these people even died in a war. Bruv.

I am so BLEEEEEEPIN' angry at Mr Webb. If I have to do my eportfolio again I will
Slit him open
Stamp on his face
Throw him in a road
Run over him
Reverse over him
Run over him
Reverse over him
Chop him in to pieces
Throw him on a bonfire
and say "I'm not even very happy."

After I had shaken of my burning rage it was, yes ladies and gentlemen, time for pianooooooooo.
Diminished sevenths... *shudder*
But then the horror of today (not toady as I almost typed. LOL) was blown away like an Emily in the breeze because we went out for daddy's birthday meal.

I bought my dad a Spandau Ballet CD (they are apparently not a ballet company, but a band that were 'cool' in the time when dinosaurs roamed the earth and my dad was 'hip' and 'groovy'. Ish. I reassured my dad there was nothing wrong with him liking ballet anyway.)
I also noticed that Dad had a lot of Sonic the Hedgehog cards from the kids he teached. Now, this obviously poses the questions: Has my dad become a secret gamer in his old age? And, more importantly, what's on telly tonight?
There was also a card with 'Harris Ice Creams' on it. So, either there's a secret gamer's ice cream van I don't know about ('cos it's a secret, innit?) or the kid really likes ice cream. Number one is most likely.

Anyway, back to the meal. My dear form tutor Mr Gladdy was in Shanaz when we arrived. He was wearing a hoodie. Rebel. (I'd like to point out he wasn't JUST wearing a hoodie, eurgh). We had some interesting convos, me and the 'rents. Mainly about electric fences and pringle pots, but me and my dear mama had a right waffle when she blurted out a bit too loud; "So you had a fat, ugly hooker?" Mmmhmm. They were talking about 'rugby'. Sure.

Enough ranting for one night
Adios fellows
Beth x