I was at a conference today. It was actually very good in that there was a good mix of "professional" research types and health service patients and members of the public who have got involved in research.
It's a very touchy-feely kind of subject, generally involving lots of qualitative research types (people I tend to laugh at). There's a big drive for research into mental health services and a fair bit of activity in that field too. Again, this lends itself to research by the touchy-feelies, simply because of its nature.
I don't know what it is with people who work in that sort of field, but they just irritate me. They look at you as if they're trying to eat right into your mind, to gather your inner feelings, yet you never get the impression that they're actually listening to you. They look (stare) at you, nodding and saying "Mmmm", repeatedly.
Anyway, I was at the do today, listening to the talks and stuff, but I was constantly aware of a "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm" noise from some woman that was sat at my table. Fuck's sake, shut the fuck up you weirdo. It was as if she'd "shared" the experiences of each of the speakers and was in agreement with their findings because that's what she'd found too.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, yeah, yeah, absolutely, yeah".
Absolutely. I hate that too. "Oh yes, I absolutely agree with you." Oh piss off, I don't care if people agree with me half the time anyway since I just talk shite.
But there was a nice mix of "professionals" and "punters". Of course, the punters represented all walks of life and had experienced all sorts of encounters with the health and social services. at one point, I went to the loo and held the door open for two women who were exiting as I was going in. As the first woman walked off, the lady behind her said "Watch where you touch that door, she didn't wash her hands after using the toilet." Fantastic.
Brown water
There were hot drinks on tap from a machine in the corner of the room. I opted for a "mocha", which I believe is supposed to be hot chocolate with a shot of coffee (at least that's what you get from Caffe Nero). This stuff was just sweet brown water. Fucking disgusting.
Pulling pants
I've been instructed to get my pulling pants on for the big gay night out. Well, "as my line manager", I have to do as she says I suppose. Jesus, I wonder if I can get a note off my mum to excuse me. I have visions of this ending in a Thelma and Louise scenario. Still, should be a laugh.
I might just have to take one night off the wagon.
19 comments:
First! What are pulling pants?
I have no idea, I haven't got any. They're part of your special outfit that you wear when you're out "on the pull" - you know, looking to eye up the talent and perhaps meet somebody? I'm not sure whether they refer to knickers (underpants) or trousers - both possibly. It's just a phrase more than anything to ensure that I get some decent clobber on so that I don't miss the opportunity to take advantage of a possible introduction to somebody.
Put it another way - get the right gear on to boost your chances of picking somebody up and getting a shag.
Oh good then. I think you should put them on directly and go find a lay.
I need to get some I think.
Snap. Well nearly,my conference was yesterday and during one of the "working groups" I actually got "like having sex with a donkey" into the conversation.
Sweet
NO NIGHTS OFF THE WAGON.
You'll wake up stark naked in a skip in Rusholme with no idea how you came to be there.
Actually, go for it. That would make a great post.
Club soda with a twist of lime - looks like a G&T without the guilt.
May I suggest something in a boot-cut denim for Madam? In a dark wash, of course, as Madam is aware of the slimming properties of darker colours. And, will Madam be wearing her Docs? I suggest ditching them for a kitten-heeled mule. And will Madam be wearing a lace-trimmed camisole with a teensy knit shrug? Irresistible, you know, when paired with the saucy shoes.
I hope Madam tells all after her big gay night out.
Hell, I hope Madam posts a photo of that outfit.
My outfit. I have been thinking about my dark-coloured jeans and a revealing, slim-fit floral blouse. Shoes could be a problem, I have real difficulty finding shoes that I like.
It's not the "appearance" of drinking that I need, it's the real life taking-the-edge-off ability that a few drinks gives you.
Mmmhmmm. I couldn't agree more, luv.
--aas
My breathtakingly lovely tina.
I tread upon your blog lightly only to say that the "mental" are completely taking the absolute fucking piss. As we know. State bleeding fuckers.
"breathtakingly lovely Tina"???
I think I'm in a coma.
Floral blouse? Did you really just say that? Gawd give me fucking strength to awake from this coma. It's not funny.
Why don't you just wear your hob-nail boots and a pair of dungaree's?
They'd suit you.
Honest.
I say spandex, tight fitting blouse with a push up braw and dark blue eye shadow. Oh yeah, and don't forget the docs. You'll pull.
Did I actually say braw? It's kinda like straw but not.
Dear god, I've been gone a week and look what happens. There's no accounting for tastes. Dr. Tina, I need you to come over here and kick ass. I've been surrounded by oddness all week.
NO MULES! You'll fall on your ass if you try to walk! How graceful would THAT look?
Wear your docs with the floral blouse(chocolate brown with cream flowers) and a nice corduroy blazer type jacket, in a wine or burgundy colour(would look lovely with your complexion), with the dark wash jeans (straight legged or slight boot cut). Please find this ensemble & post pics before and after. I want to see more Sniff!
BTW: I'm getting new glasses tomorrow. Stay tuned...
oh yeah, you'll pull alright.
rrrooooowwwwwww!
Oh Piggy, I love the way you're always there to offer encouragement and to help me make me feel good about myself.
Michelle, are you fucking psychic? That is just the very blouse i have in mind - it's a weird colour, nearly black, but with a little cream floral pattern running through it. It has frilly fringes on the yoke and the cuffs too.
Shoes are giving me cause for concern. Would trainers be OK? I might go out and treat myself to a new pair of jeans today, I'm not mad keen on any of mine at the moment.
Thanks Connie.
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