A bit of Bridget?

For years, my uncle has been comparing me to Bridget Jones. I'd always written it off as a bunch of b*llocks, assuming he hadn't seen the film. Then again, neither have I. Yesterday, a friend compared my London life to that of Bridget Jones. So I thought I'd do some research, and see how much of a BJ I actually am. Not much, I decided.

1. I do not fancy my boss. Nor do I fancy a man who wore a reindeer jumper when we first met.
2. I do not own a rabbit suit.
3. I do not keep a diary of ciggies and alcohol intake.
4. I do not own a pair of grandma knickers.
5. I never answer the phone saying I am a sex goddess with a very hot man between my thighs.
6. I've never had to leave my job cause I shagged my boss.
Then again, I am completely useless and utterly immature when I fancy a man. I am an appallingly bad public speaker. And I have once had two men physically fight over me....

Take that

Unlike many girls, I was never a Take That fan. I didn't shed a tear when they broke up. Take that was for utterly stupid girls who knew bugger all about music. Shamefully, I have to admit that I now quite like them. They were on the beeb yesterday, and I am now rewatching the show (not for them, but because I missed the first 1,5 hours) and actually think they're quite cool. Then again, I also think Girls Aloud are pretty cool. Would my musical taste be deteriorating?

Christmas party

Well well, I am still eagerly awaiting experiencing a proper english x-mas party. Yesterday's party was nice, but very demure. Noone got very drunk or embarassed themselves. One guy did manage to spil beer over my Mulberry bag and new coat but he was clumsy rather than drunk. It was all lovely, and we were given a small bottle of Moet on the way out but a proper english office x-mas party? Nope. Maybe next year?

Single

The whole single concept does suit me. Loads of hobbies and heaps of friends mean I am never bored and not having another half taking up time means loads of time for gym and friends. However, there are times being single sucks. Like at weddings. And like moments when you are really thirsty, really lazy, and really have your eyes glued to the footy. And when there is noone you can ask to make you a cuppa. Damn.

Freedom

Papers and tele today talk about a London doctor in her early fourties who went missing. Or missing...police suspect her parents are holding her against her will, forcing her into a marriage in Bangladesh. I feel for her, and it is awful but somehow it didn't quite surprise me so much as the convo I had with a Singaporean colleague last week. She is going home next month, after a year in London. A year of freedom. When she goes back to Sing, she will move back in with her parents, aged 29. There is just no alternative. If you are single, you live with your parents. Easy as that. So from total freedom in Europe she goes back to very little freedom, despite the good relationship she has with her parents. She told me one can't even legally buy a house in Singapore as a single under-35-yo. One of the things I most treasure in life, is my freedom. For the past 16 years, I have lived by myself. Made my own mistakes. Celebrated my own successes. Being increasingly less dependent from relo's and more so from friends that I turn to in times of trouble (and fun, of course). I feel for my colleague, and for the Bangladeshi doctor. How hard must it be having known so much freedom and losing it?

And I was working from home today :-)

"London News: Tube bosses warn Friday 5 December will be the busiest day ever in the history of the Underground

COMMUTERS face Tube hell as bosses warn today will be busiest day ever in the history of the Underground.An estimated 80,000 additional passengers are expected on the Jubilee, Northern and Piccadilly lines alone – the equivalent of Trafalgar Square filled eight times over."

Good timing, Saskia. The Jubilee line is the line I take every day. And I so do not like feeling like a canned sardine!

Boring babe

Another week gone. A partly fun week, as Elena stayed here for two nights. But a boring week otherwise. Work, gym, sleep, or work, read, sleep tend to be my standard days. Next week won't be any different. Even my weekend will be gym, read, sleep, although am meeting friends for Dim Sum on Sunday. I just so want to go on holiday. In less than three weeks I will be in my beloved Bangkok. And when I come back, I hope to be a re-energised, not so boring babe!