I have a few things I have to get off my chest:

1) I am oh so fed up of hearing about Madonna's new accessory - fed up to a point where I cannot see or hear about her moaning about David Banda. oh Boo-hoo. Enough already. I admit that she is the ultimate Material Girl (no one and I mean no one has the balls to crucify her/himself at a concert and yet still couldn't give a toss) but this baby thing is driving me insaneeee...every paper, every link...Madonna..baby...Malawi...David...Banda....He's here, he's real and he's here to stay...Next...

2) Ah yes...I have a question for all the blokes who take the 'ONE' services from herts to liverpool str and vice versa: are your balls so damn big that you cannot keep your legs remotely closer to each other and let us gals have a seat and not HALF a seat?

3) well done britney! sucker...

4) I am well fed up of one of my bosses calling me "cherie", "sugar plum", "honey", and thanking me in french (merci). I am not your cherie, sugar plum, honey....and thank god will never be...thank you very much or shall I thank you in French as well? (merci beaucoup?)..Leave me alone...the less I see you and speak to you from Mon to Fri, the better off my digestive system is...

4) to my colleague who sits next to me - you are one hell of a moody bitch - these moods are screwing me up big time...hence this bitchy blog tonight..

5) ah yes..how can I forget to mention this....5.55pm train from Liverpool St (stansted express)today..friday 10th nov....gorgeous guy....your smile made my day....ahhhhh *blush*. brit boys are just lovely...

6) oh and to the guy at B.S. train station every morning catching the 8.18am train..how can you eat McDonalds brekkie every single morning and not get fat? that is beyond me....

7) oh and another thing....people who make private calls on the train...wtf? why do you have to announce that you are transferring money on the 17th and will need 10 days to clear in order to transfer them to buy your house? NO ONE CARES!