Dog VS Slide

Second 24 of this clip is GENIUS.
I defy you not to laugh.

Singing puppies to sleep.

This has to be the cutest thing I ever did see.
Singing puppies to sleep.
Adorable.

Turrets

I’ve mentioned this before on another blog I think...
But I do genuinely think I must suffer from some mild form of turrets syndrome.

I swore in a church the other day – whilst talking to a minister....

Fucking Awesome.

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?

Rems Vs Shyness

** I wrote this blog on 10.06.08 on a train ride back from Manchester - where I spent the afternoon with Ruth Badger from the Apprentice - and realised how much of a donut I actually am**

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The biggest lesson I’ve learned today is to ask for help when I need it!

Yes, to actually ask!

Whether it’s for money, support, an object... or just a hug.. that unless I ask clearly for what I want, it’s not going to come to me... or it will.. but only after I’ve run a long and convoluted and complicated way around the houses to get to it.

I’m not actually sure if deep down I’m just an idiot..

Or if deep down my shyness, which does exist, is stronger than I ever imagined that it was.

I’ve always known it’s been there... but I’ve fought with it my whole life which is why I probably seem the complete opposite and come across as totally confident. Low and behold should anyone know that i'm 'shy'! To me shyness has always been a weakness. I know that’s not right but it’s how I’ve always seen it.
My closest friends of mine know it’s there in me too.
They’ve seen it and commented on it. But most people who don’t know me that well... would think I am the least shy person they know.

I think my shyness is like what kryptonite is to superman.. Paralysing and a fecking royal pain in the arse.

Ok, maybe not as harsh as kryptonite.. But it’s the one thing that’ll bring me to my knees when it’s crunch time. This includes crunch time at: Basketball, business, relationships... you name it... I think it’s been a major contributory factor to my own lack of success in many areas...

'My own lack of success' doesn't make me a loser - i'm just not as successfull as I had hoped I would be by now.

World domination is a rather large target to meet admittedly.

I’m shy around boys that I like... (but aren't all girls?) - so nothing ever happens because I’m too shy to say what it is I want.

I’m shy in business and don’t ask for what I need when I need it - to make me more successful.

I’m shy about my background and the shit I’ve endured & I remain silent when I know I should speak up and let people know the truth sometimes.

I had another annoying problem for a really long time...
Truthfully it’s still not fully gone away yet... But I’m getting better at it.
The problem was that if I was ever given a compliment - I would always reject it.. with a ‘shut up’ or ‘no I don’t’ or ‘don’t say that’ – until a very wise ex boyfriend of mine told me once what I was doing and calmly said to me... ‘Rem, the next time I give you a compliment all I want you to do is say ‘thank you’ and nothing else. Just accept it. Do you think you can do that?’.

I thought about it. Could I do that? I could do that.
Seems simple enough... Doesn’t it?
I said yes. And ever since I still do it to this day.. When I get a compliment now I always hear his voice in the back of my mind and what he said to me... and a little shy ‘thank you’ squeaks out of my throat.

Occasionally I lapse on this.. like the other day my best friend’s wife said to me as I turned up at the pub ‘Rems you look liked you’ve lost some weight’ and I said ‘Thanks that really sweet of you... but I haven’t! I think I’ve put some on actually’. Man I was kicking myself. I took her kind words and instead of just saying thank you, I pissed all over it like the EEJIT I sometimes I am. It’s all rooted in my shyness – and not wanting to be the centre of attention and not wanting to be noticed and talked about.... Yet I always am. Isn’t that weird?

Back to my shyness – I think it comes from a fear of rejection. I was often told no to things when I was younger. I was let down a lot... I guess that still resonates with me to this day.

I suppose my fear is that I’ll ask for something and I’ll get told ‘No’.
So I’ve learned to just stop asking. Which is bad.

I’ve realised that in business I do actually fart arse about quite a bit.. I talk too much but don’t say what I really want to be saying.... instead of just asking directly: ‘So are you coming to my show or not? If not... why not?’.

Instead I’ll tell you how wonderful it all is and why it’s going to be so good blah blah blah.. Instead of just saying ‘what size stand would you like today sir?’.

It’s the same with boys... Instead of saying ‘Yep, I like you and how about it?’.
I’ll talk about how wonderful I am, how funny I am, what a great cook I’ve become, how I love to travel yadda yadda yadda... but never actually say ‘Yes, I’m interested in you, shall we go out sometime?’ or words to that effect.

I’m 100% pants.

But luckily for me... I know all this and can work to make some necessary changes to these annoying nuances aka flaws that I have... enabling me to become a stronger business woman and a better partner for the poor sod who ends up with me :-)

Game on.

10 kittens.... Cuteness personified

Ridiculously Adorable.

Obesity

At the moment I am what I deem as being incredulously over weight.
I’m not happy with how much I weigh – and how I look at the moment.

It seems to be on my mind a lot lately.
I have to make some serious changes that are to do with my diet and my exercise routine.

Enough is enough.

Truly, it’s out of hand.

What i've been up to....

For a little there while life got a bit crazy for me.
I found myself enjoying being at work 15/16hours a day.

I became slightly obsessed with my new project, the actor expo show that’s happening at the end of the year. www.actorexpo.co.uk

Now, I cant swear to being fully over this obsession yet, as I’m still putting in a good 10hr day – but I am coming away feeling not as tired as I was during January and February this year. Man I was way under the radar for a while. I was too exhausted to talk to my friends, too tired to go the gym, had no energy to put my thoughts into my blog and was the biggest party pooper around. I don’t think I’ve really been out at all.

Does that make me a loser? Or just ridiculously focused?

I think a little of both I guess.

But would people say that of an athlete who at the peak of training cuts out certain parts of life’s pleasures? No drinking, no partying, no sex etc… Or would they say that they are completely focused on their goal and that’s how they should be… it is only for a few months a year?

Anyway – I like being completely focused. My mind is clear of shit and full of good stuff. Being so clear and focused sort of makes me feel a little bit powerful in some weird way.

I know what I’m doing! I know where I’m heading. I can see the end result. I’m excited by it. I’m challenged by it. I’m stimulated by it. I’m driven by it.
Those are the things that spurn me on.

Those are the things that enable me to go into meetings a confident strong person.
To approach people who are way out of my league and say ‘get involved will you?’.

This project has enabled me to meet, network with and connect with some amazing people.

That’s my tagline by the way: Network.Connect.Grow.
Yes, I’m a cheese ball, I know.

Along the way I’ve met some really incredible people which has made this whole journey all the more pleasurable. There’s the fantastic acting teacher who is very high up in his game and wants to be involved with this show. Full of ideas and has an equal amount of energy that I do (which is high).

I have made friends with an event organiser who is so knowledgeable and experienced that I sometimes feel like a small child in his presence. What’s remarkable is his abililty to share and be so open with me, someone who technically could be deemed as his competitor. He’s amazing and inspirational to me.

An American lady, who is kind warm and generous and again so willing to help with marketing.

All are renewing my faith in ‘good people’ existing still.

I’ve spent so much time around people who are secretive or selfish, by that I mean that they will only help or get involved in something if they can see how a situation benefits them first. I’m pleased to say that people like this are slowly and carefully taking a back seat in my life. Being someone who is generous, open and so willing to share what limited knowledge I do have, it’s difficult to be around people who are opposite to this.

But I’ve tried.

Anyway, today I have a mammoth amount of tasks to complete so am going to leave this blog here for today.

Hopefully I’ll be back with more updates soon, however I am keeping my video blogs as I go, I’ll upload them all one day.

Rems xx

Your dad dancing?

This is simply, brilliance:




I love this song SOOOOO much....

http://wonkette.com/336213/david-gregory-rocks-out-to-mary-j?autoplay=tr
click here to read funny comments

Christmas blues… Sort of..

Ok, first off, I’m really not depressed!

But this year I do not have even the tiniest sprinkling, minutiae of Christmas glitter about me. Not one ounce.

There are no Christmas trees in sight.
There are no flashing Christmas lights or decorations adorning my home.
There are no presents for myself OR anyone else for that matter about my person.

There is simply, nothing.
Just me and the cat.

The Christmas buzz and merriment has simply not reached me at all this year.
And I seem to have acquired a small hint of ‘Bar Humbug-ness’ about me.
But not the evil, mean kinda way – just the ‘I don’t really care about it’ way.

Do I feel mean spirited? Not at all.
But I just have not got that Christmas feeling this year.
I’ve avoided the shops like the plague. It’s just beyond unbearable. That’s not fun.
There is no desire to rush out and buy presents for people presents, because I’ll only end up pushing myself into further unnecessary debt.

And everything also seems to be so much more expensive than in the old days. Have you noticed the price of things lately? It’s shocking when you really stop and think about it.

It’s not all about money either; it’s simply there is no desire to celebrate this year.

And ultimately who are we really buying presents for?
Is it to make ourselves feel better?
Or is it to give presents that really means something to the recipient?
Or is it more about doing what we always do and that’s just follow the same old routine?
Trying to outshine other relatives and showboating… ‘hey, look how good my presents are… Look how much I’ve spent… aren’t I fabulous’.

Other than the prayer before we eat… do we even think about what it is exactly that we are celebrating?

Or is it simply a day to have off work and to give presents?

Ultimately, for me, it’s about spending time with the people that matter to me most and having a good time and reconnecting under one roof, for one day.
That to me is priceless and what it’s really about.
So that’s what I shall do this year.

Eat, be merry, share love and my time and keep it simple.

Free lunch - just be nice

There was a BIG fire the other day in London.

I was sat in the office and as I gazed in that 'day dreaming' sort of way over my right shoulder and out of the window... instead of my normal sight of the canary wharf tall skyline... I saw a strong, big, black cloud spiralling over the big tower.

My first thought was 'Oh Fuck'.

My second thought was 'Tell someone'.

So I ran to the studio next door, who has no windows facing the fire and grabbed Jacopo, the resident Italian photographer.

He came rushing to look and also said 'Oh fuck'.

He ran and got his camera.


He took some pictures, uploaded them, and guess what, 'Reuters', loved it so much they offered money there and then for the pictures.

This in a 1hr time frame.

So he's been promising me a drink for drawing his attention to it.

Then today - he calls me into the office and gives me a big hug and say's 'Guess what'.

'Reuters rang me up and booked me to take pictures at a reuters conference'.

It was a big job, which he done yesterday and was showing me his amazing conference pictures today on his computer.

Isn't it funny how 1 small thing leads on to other bigger things?

Anyway - he's so delighted he's buying me lunch.
Good shit.

The City of London

Today I was in the Kensington / Chelsea area looking at a venue for my next event.

I haven't been around that area 'properly' in years.
I was quite surprised.
No, scratch that.. I was REALLY surprised at how affluent and lovely it is.

It's the type of area you'd like to live in but know, you probably never will.

The cars were all easily £50k +, the woman looked liked they all had had surgery and sported the famous san tropez tans, they sported REAL designer handbags, the shops were high class, coffeeshops and eateries were everywhere and people were spending money in these expensive shops like we aren't about to go into a recession... I think we are by the way.... it's just around the corner, i can smell it in the air.

It was just an amazing difference to what i see on the streets of Lewisham.
People QUEUEING to shop in Primark and by £1 underwear.

The streets of Chelsea were clean. As in litter free. No mcdonalds litter or chewing gum staining the pavements. Just clean.

The shop fronts were unobtrusive and there was not a sniff of a spray can or any sign of graffiti anywhere.

I felt like i had landed on another continent.
Yet this was London.

As I got on the bus to head south (I thought i'd travel overland today rather than on the underground, so glad I did) - I started to feel a little bit depressed... that doesn't happen to often with me....

But as i passed big ben and the houses of parliament and went over the bridge and shuttled along the congested roads towards elephant and castle I felt myself sliding down the seat... slightly embarressed if i'm honest.

The streets became littered, people looked poor, ill even, the high class shops turned into fast food chicken shops, closed down businesses were bordered up, window displays were covered by window posters.

I started to feel like i live in the ghetto.
I don't.
But that's the overwhelming feeling I got.

I felt a rot in my stomach.

Sometimes lifting our heads over the parapit can be enlightening - but it can also be a bit depressing when you see how the other half live.

I know i should be greatful for all that i have and all that i am... but sometimes...

I just wish....

Laughing Baby, Brilliant

If i'm ever depressed I think this'll always lift my spirits.
This baby has the most adorable laugh and is cute as a button.

I watched this 10 times today and laughed every single time.

Just adorable.

Another Birthday comes

OK, so in the usual fashion… It’s my birthday.
I always blog on my birthday… Every Year, come rain or shine:- )

How do I feel?

Umm.. The same as I do every year really.. Nonchalant.

Nah, it’s all good really.

I do find around my birthday – I’m a little bit more reflective on life, where I am, what I’ve achieved, where I’m going to, who I can live without, who I miss dearly.

I always plan to make changes here and there around my birthday time. I think we all do.
Some I actually do, some I just pontificate about…

But right now – life is good for me.
I’m healthy, focused, driven and content.

As usual there’s a lot going on for me.

Another season of basketball is about to start, my team, London Storm plays our first match tonight. We have a new team, with a fresh attitude and hunger for the game. It’s so exciting to be apart of it and to be apart of a ‘Team’.

My basketball events are ongoing and growing every year… the next event is in Dec.

The talent agency throws me challenges everyday – but my heart is into this so much – I know it will soon be a huge success when my brand name finally takes off.

I am planning a huge Actors Tradefair for next year – this event is coming together nicely.

And city superstar is about to roll in to town 

I don’t like to talk about my personal love life or relationships on this blog as I think it’s highly personal and something’s I think should be shared privately.

But I will say – I’m single again and am totally cool with that status.

Being single allows me to remain focused, not misguided and distracted.
Being single allows me to breathe deeply.

My only wish for this year is that I’d seen more sun.
My work and time has limited my ability to travel as much as I’d hoped for, this saddens me, but is most definitely rectifiable.

Tomorrow night I have friends coming out to a bar in London to celebrate my 31st birthday. The majority of them I consider to be my family and are people who matter to me the most in this world. They are Kelly, Jim-bob and Metin.

Whenever I see them they make me smile inside if that makes any sense to you.
I feel I can truly be me with them.

I can be a little bit wacky, blonde and even retarded if I want to be and they couldn’t give a shit. They know my heart and soul; and not many people do. They get me. My snappiness often is like water off a ducks back to them – it doesn’t even register to them. Why, because they know it’s often about something else and not them. We never argue. We just say ‘Fuck you’ and laugh at each other. Never has a grudge been held.

None of us are jealous of one another or ever try to bring the other down – we embrace who we are and I am blessed to have friends who I can be open with and whom just accept me ‘whole-heartedly’ for who I am.

Not ‘Remi the entrepreneur’.
Not ‘Remi the organiser’.
Not ‘Remi, the person I used to work with’.

But just ‘REMI’ – and all that comes with that.

Right now, I am reading a book called ‘The Secret’ by Rhonda Byrne.
It’s about the Law of attraction and focusing your mind on the things that you want and I’m finding it’s evoking a lot in me right now.

That’s all I’ll say for now.

Love y’all x

X-FACTOR

Dear X Factor,
Can I just thank you for making me spend my sunday evening sat on my sofa BLUBBING at your show.

Why was EVERYONE crying?
No, seriously.

I ended up crying over the people who MADE it through and not even the rejects who I should've been crying for (good work by the way, they WERE shit).

Anyway, i'm glad this phase is over and now we can get on with the joy that is your show... 'Singing paupers who'll do just about anything' - at their very best.

And well done on kicking out the girl with the criminal record, i'm sure that now with all her hopes and dreams shattered, she'll go forth and stay clear of any crime that'll keep her in the ghetto. NOT.

Anywhoo,

Keep up the good work and i look forward to the next 12 weeks of sing-a-longs.

Toodle pip.

Remington of Lewish-Ham.

Michael Buble

Just for the record....

I intent to marry Michael Buble.
Right after I've married Justin Timberlake and divorced him that is.

:-D

*snigger*

Yellow Pages

Yesterday, as I walked through my apartment door... on the floor, besides the mail boxes, lay 6 copies of the latest Yellow pages.

I took 1 in to my flat and ripped off the unnecessary packaging.

To my surprise and delight - My company's name and address is in there!!!

Oh it made me whoop with joy.

Now I know it's only a small thing....

But all these small steps eventually lead to very BIG things...
Just you mark my words!

It felt as good as the first day the signage / placard went outside my offices to s=describe my business. I felt so proud!

Today was a GREAT and productive day, I worked from 10 - 9pm - Got Sooooo much work done on my latest project - tings are gwaan.... Happy Days.

;-)

Eat the ham

You know how women, whilst applying Mascara to their eyes, cannot do it without having their mouth open at the same time? It seems a physical impossibility somehow... Or just one of those many wonders of the world... Watch a woman on a train applying mascara.. yep, her mouth will be open :-O

Well in a similar vain...
Well ok, not really that similar at all really, more of a umm... a wonder really...

Why is it that when you are making a sandwich and you've buttered your bread, you've got everything prepared that once you open a packet of Ham it's simply not possible to get the ham on to the bread WITHOUT atleast popping a slice of ham into your mouth first.

It's just not possible.

No, Really.

Your mouth instantly starts salavating at the back, the smell makes your nose twitch and your
brain says to your mouth: 'Eat the ham, eat the ham, eat the ham'.

It's REALLY not possible to make a ham sandwich without the ham entering your mouth before it gets to the sandwich.

That's a fact by the way.

My Habits

Since living with 'S-to-the-D' we have both noticed some quirky, slightly weird habits of mine. Which include but are not limited to:

* Leaving kitchen cupboard doors open.
Sometimes arriving home and walking into the kitchen IS like a scene out of the Poltergeist movie. I even annoy myself with it. I'll walk in and be like 'Why the fuck are the cupboards all open?'.. Oh yeah, that'd be me. Doh.

* I sneeze A LOT.
Like, RIDICULOUSLY a lot. Doesn't matter what time of the day it is. Man, I can sneeze.
If it were an olympic sport....

* I use stupidly outdated and 80's phrases like:
'Fuzzy wuzzy' and 'Razzle Dazzle'. Which all still make me laugh.

* I am the mad washer woman of STH London - man I can't get away from the damn washing machine. I Love the smell of clean clothes mmm.

I'm sure there's way more...

Karma is a ITCH

I think I have written about Karma before on my blogs.
I do believe in it. What goes around really does come right back around.

I know some people think its a load of old guff - but I don't.

Today my cat has learnt the lesson of karma.
Yes, my cat!

I think it was last week that I wrote about my well loved, well brought up, fed twice a day cat who is adorned with love - Getting into a fight with a homeless cat in the neighbours back yard.
http://www.remioduyemi.com/2007/09/angry-at-my-cat.html

I thought this was quite sucky on her part, i mean the poor homeless cat has enough to deal with... Sleeping in the cold, eating out of dustbins, avoiding foxes and other spoilt cats beating it up, not going to the vets for injuries, bugs or tooth aches... I mean the list is endless, he has a pretty rough deal to put it simply.

But Karma has now dealt with her for her recent antics.

For the first time in about 12 years... She now has FLEA'S!

That's what you get when you rumble in the garden with an unclean cat.
And she has been MISERABLE as hell.
Borderline depressed.

I've let her endure it for about 5 days now...
Mean? Probably.
Lesson taught? I think so.

Being such a clean cat - this has been quite simply AWFUL for her!
Being a bit OCD as well... Probably an absolute nightmare for her.

She has taken to sleeping on the floor.
She's off her food.
And she has the saddest eyes on her - that just say 'HELP ME' everytime I look at her.

Karma is a ITCH.

Feel free to quote me on that. Lol.

Are You the Favorite Person of Anybody?

There are a ton of reasons why I love the internet, I always have and always will do..
But i'm not going to spout my list today about why I love the internet.

All I will say is sometimes when you dig deep beneath the tripe, you fish about, follow leads, poke around crusty sites... and sometimes you follow your nose and truly embrace the idea of 'Surfing the web' - And sometimes... you stumble upon little treasure troves that make you smile, make you laugh, touch your heart and even sometimes, 'make you think' deeply.

Today's find is not about me saying I am 'someones favourite person', because actually, i'm really not sure that I am... (don't worry, i'm not looking for reasurrance on this from anyone).
Being liked and respected is very different to 'being someone elses favourite person'.

I'll be honest, this neither adds or distracts from my life, but i just think its a simple yet deep question when you reflect upon it.

I suppose all I am saying, is that I think it's a great question.
I also think that a lot of people would say 'no' to this question...
But I also think we all have our own favourite people...

But 'Are You the Favorite Person of Anybody?'

Watch this short film.
It's poignant.
It's interesting.

It's a great question.

Alabama ER

I'm not really sure how 'authentic' this picture is.. However, it is quite a thought provoking picture nonetheless.

Hmm, what would I do.

Will the real REMI please stand up?

... So here's the deal....

I've been co-habiting with a boy for the last 6 weeks - we'll just call him 'special drew' for now :-)

Yesterday I baked 2 pumpkin pies from scratch and thoroughly enjoyed it.
Yep, I BAKED - incl the shortcrust pastry!!!
Errr.. Hellloo!!

AND Yesterday I made a salad with CELERY and BEETROOT in it.
Are you fucking serious?? Yes I am, and do you know what.. I enjoyed every mouthful of it.
These are 2 vegetables that from a very young age I detested.
Celery always tasted like posion.
Now I love them. It's totally freaking weird.

I think today, I might put a dress on...

Ummmm......

Coo weee - I'm back

I've not been blogging for a while 'kind of deliberately on purpose'.

I've missed not blogging regularly....
But I’ve also enjoyed not blogging as well... If that makes any kind of sense?

I suppose its the idea of just... sitting back and taking it all in wholly.... as opposed to taking in the tiniest bits of it (life and experiences I'm referring to here) and then rushing here to my blog to capture and regurgitate that sampling of something that has just happened or occurred.
Instead - I've just absorbed it all. Felt it. Lived it. Loved it.

And was just at peace with myself.

So much has happened in the last month or so and it's kind of hard to know where to begin really. But life definitely got a little bit crazy for me...
And I’ve loved every second of it. More on this another time.

But, 1 of my reasons for stopping blogging for a while was to see what all the parasites who visit this site regularly and steal or copy my ideas, would do in my absence... (Yes, I DO see your IP and know just how often you come here... Loser).

And what I had foresaw and predicted would happen - DID happen.

They blogged WAY less (cos they had nothing to copy) and when they did decide to blog...
Well, let's just say that even a kid with ADHD, pumped to the hills on coca-cola, sweeties, chocolate and even after popping a couple of ecstasy tablets to boot.... would find it hard not to fall asleep and into an instant coma from sheer boredom from my parasites blogs.

It feels so good to be proven right.

And yes I’m completely stroking my own ego, indulging myself in my own glory and superior ness and even sugar coating it with a tint of smugness thrown in just for good measure.

Why?

Because I’m good… and we all know it.

So there.

Are all vandals this thick?

As I left Tesco's today - I saw a car that was parked up and it had a parking ticket on it.
Generally, you can stay for 2 or 3 hours in the supermarket car park and then they ticket you.

Someone... had then vandalised the front of the car by scratching the following into the owners bonnet. They obviously thought they were clever in doing this.
However, their spelling let them down just a little...

"YOUR SCUM"

Apostrophe anyone?

All I can say is if you TRY to be clever.. then at least BE CLEVER.. not a dumb ass!
Also, how about doing vandalism somewhere where there isn't constant CCTV in action.

Talk about dumb and dumber.

I nearly took a picture of it but got scared and thought someone would think I had done it.

Karma, Gym, pics - weekend update

Friday Day:

The day could not have started any better: I got a bank payment from Lloyds for my reclaimed bank charges. Just under £1500.00 – It took 6 months, a court date.. but I hung in there!!
Time to book that well needed holiday me thinks :)
Previous blog on this here>>

GOOD DEED OF THE DAY – NUMERO UNO

As I was driving to my mate’s house... I drove past a women with 3 dogs. 1 of them was lying in the shade… Like he had collapsed from the heat (it was hot on friday). I thought about my sis and her 3 dogs and knew I had to stop and help. I was already thinking I have 12 bottles of water in the boot – I can give her those for the dog. As I stopped to stare at this lady and her dogs the traffic started to build up behind me… and they started tooting at me to move on. So I whizzed around the corner and parked up… Ran down the road to see if she was ok.

She was fine.

The dog was a lazy bugger who just liked to have random lay downs the owner told me.

Anyway, she was delighted to have me run up and offer her water for the 3 dogs. She accepted. So I went to give her some bottles of water and realised that I was stood right outside of my friend’s house. So I went in and asked him for a bowl of water for the dogs. Thanks fully he said yes!Good deed done.. Ended up playing with dogs for about 10/15 mins.They were totally cute.

This dog made me pull over!

FRIDAY night:

I went to buy a bottle of Baileys in Tesco’s. Not sure what I had on my mind… But I turned onto a new aisle, and this woman nearly walked into me…I nearly screamed out loud! (thank the lord I screamed internally) – it was a woman in a BURKA. The only thing on view was her eyes. Which were behind glasses. The type of glasses that magnifies your eye’s, like 5 times bigger than they are.

So picture this: A TALL woman, completely covered head to toe in black, with magnified eyes, nearly colliding with me, whilst my head was already in cloud cuckoo land.
Properly freaked!

I can deal with the hijab – where the whole face is on show… But the Burka, wow! That's fierce!
Kinda understand the uproar it caused in france and teaching kids wearing it!
If it scared me....

It genuinely freaked me out. But I think it was more the big eyes. Big eyes in or out of a burka are fucking weird! I proceeded to walk around the store saying inside my head ‘what the fuck? What the fuck?’

SATURDAY MORNING

GYM UPDATE: Running wk 4 – Day 3

So here’s what I did today:
Run 3mins, Walk 3 mins
Run 4 mins, walk 4 mins
Run 3mins, Walk 3 mins
Run 3mins, Walk 3 mins

Covered 3k today – woohoo!
I done 31mins on the tread mill.
Done loads of push ups and sit ups today!

GOOD DEED OF THE DAY – YEP ANOTHER ONE.. KARMA HOOK ME UP ALREADY

After leaving the gym and passing my local fire station I was nabbed by a black fireman.I noticed there was a lot of black Staff about and no fire engines. There was a black DJ, Black nurses and black doctors all onsite.

It was a massive recruitment drive to get more black people to donate and get on the register for the Anthony Nolan trust. There are not enough black people on the bone marrow register and it being on it could help so many black people with leukaemia – so I thought sod it Rem, take 30 mins out of your day and do it!

So I did.

Fact: if you are white and have leukaemia there is a massive register and a 1 in 3 chance of finding a donor.

If you are black however, there is a 1 in 100,000 chance of finding a donor.
They be some sucky statistics.
So I gave a sample of blood and added myself to the register.

Knowing my luck – I’ll get called up straight away!
http://www.anthonynolan.org.uk/

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

An impromptu picnic, wine drinking and hanging out in Greenwich park…
What a glorious day it was. I hung out with some of the bball girls and our 2 coaches.

Sunbathed and took lots of pics, had a good laugh and catched up with the guys.
The weather was amazingly hot.
Drank too much wine!







< Me being creative

SATURDAY NIGHT


There was a gathering at my mate Jimbob’s house (on the left).

Old school mates congregating.
Drinking, smoking and playing poker.

I’m officially an old woman!

After eating a kebab and chips (you know it’s a must have after boozing all day)..

I think I fell asleep about 11.45pm on jimbob’s sofa.

I’m rubbish and I know it.




< Colin fell asleep before me teehee...





SUNDAY MORNING
Popped around to see my mum real quick this morning.
Kelly popped around to fix the leak on my radiator this morning.
Lovely to see him as always. Forgot to ask him to try and open my stuck kitchen drawer thought. Doh!

Went for a quick run today…

GYM UPDATE:
Warm up:
Ran 5 mins, Walk 3 mins, Sprint 1 min.
Covered 1k

Did 11mins on the machine.

I was supposed to do a timed mile today… could not be arsed.

Got on the bike and cycled for 10mins,
Got on the cross trainer and did 10 mins.
Push ups… Sit ups.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Met Richard for Lunch in Greenwich.
Ate a delicious roastie at the North pole.
Drank some pimms… yum.

Went to the Novotel and watched a Jazz act.
Was all very serene and civilised this avo!

SUNDAY EVENING

Went and saw my mate Ian in the Greenwich market. I nearly brought a picture for £120 off his mate… for my front room. Bottled it! That’s the equivalent of a short flight somewhere!




Took some pics of the burnt down cutty sark :-(







I met Lorna for a drink or two at the Trafalgar tavern.
We sat along the river front, drinking pimms by the jug (it’s the only way), discussing men and people watching. Man, we do that so well. Lol.



We’ve established: Size does matter!
If you’re short… No way Jose. Jog along.
A wee man is not a good look…. Unless of course you are wee yourself.
I however am not wee.



It’s really nice to have a girlfriend - who isn’t mental…
And whom I don’t have to phone, like everyday…
to validate a friendship.

They are few and hard to find!

Blogging worldwide - blog visitors! Part 1

Ok, so this is a little self indulgent...
Well, actually.. It's very self indulgent and self loving too yadda yadda yadda.

However I think it's really cool... So I'm gonna share it!

I've been looking at where my visitors to this blog page have been coming from over the last 24 hours.. There are quite a few regular visitors to this page.

There are some tres bon destinations in there too.. Thailand? Poland?

There was me thinking it was just my little circle of friends in London, England....

The power of the blog:

Texas, Dallas, United States
United Kingdom,England,
London, England, Luton
Canada,
Minnesota, Pequot Lakes, United States
Virginia, Herndon, United States
Thailand
Belgium
New South Wales, Sydney, Australia,
Victoria, Melbourne, Australia,
Podlaskie, Bialystok, Poland,
California, Mountain View, United States,
Sweden,
Delhi, Delhi, India,
Texas, Dallas, United States,

Love it!

Hello friends xx

Thou shall not feed the trolls.

This is one of the 10 comandments of blogging
(I'll post more of them in due course)


* Thou shall not feed the trolls. When people spew insults, pick fights, or take contrarian positions just for the sake of being contrary, ignore them. Insulting online miscreants or engaging them in arguments accomplishes nothing, it just further pollutes the pages with pointless back-and-forth.

I love the word 'Troll'.

'Muppet' is also good.

No sleep

... I've been up all night in front of my laptop, writing emails and surfing the web!

Tomorrow is going to be a sucky day for sure!

My cat who had a very good sleep next to me on the sofa all night...
Just Got up.. yawned.. turned around and looked at me through her sleepy eyes..

And stared at me.

The look said 'You still here? Are we not going to bed yet?'

There's real daylight outside.
And the birds have actually stopped tweeting as the city is waking up...

...Whilst Remington is going to bed.
Night.

5.40am.

My Kitchen drawer nightmare...

It's been 7 WHOLE days....
Yup SEVEN whole days...

Count 'em up...

And would you believe it - I've still not been able to open my god damn kitchen drawer due to some random sodding utensil locking me out (you know when it gets stuck inside).

I have survived a week with:
1 Teaspoon.
2 forks.
1 cutting knife (ok to cut an onion with but not a water melon grr).
NO eating knifes.

Eating porridge and ice cream with a teaspoon... ummm, that's just about okish.
With my big mouth though I need a proper size spoon.

However, SPREADING BUTTER with a TEASPOON on to bread...
Is really not a good look.

I can't believe this drawer is STILL defeating me.
I seriously can't get it open - and yes i've tried from the back.

I need MAN help on this one..
Gonna have to call one of my mates over the weekend to help me...

Mood: Pissed & utensil-less

I love Pitbulls

This is how pitbulls should be seen more in the media.
Man, I love these dogs.

With the right owners.... They are a joy to behold.

See my previous rant on chavtastic dog owners

PIT BULL - AMSTAFF
Uploaded by Miss-Petons

Big Brother 8 - Remi's first impressions of the housemates pt 2

22.00.
A Fat Orange faced nanny entered.
With a stupid thick annoying accent.
P.S I like welsh people really

Every Laura I know... Bar one is Fat!
I'm not naming my child Laura.

Her friends.. Yep her FRIENDS think she looks like Peter Kay.
A big fat northern bloke. Riiight.

I hope there's a running machine in the house.

QUESTION:

Why do they all keep screaming when someone walks in?
Can they not just say HELLO like normal people?

The old bird looks like she might pull aknife out of a drawer and stab someone any minute.

22.05 Nicky nicky nicky...
An adopted Catholic Indian bird enters.
FUCKING awesome - a bit of rebellion. She looks like she has cahoona's/
She smokes and drinks and is not religious.
She would choose Vodka over men. She looks moody and like she likes a good argument.
I want to be HER friend.


22.09 OH MY GOD.
WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?

SHE HAS A MOUSTACHE.
SHE'S LIKE 95YRS OLD.
SHE DOESN'T WEAR A BRA.
HER BOOBS ARE IN HER LAPS.
HER HAIR... ERRM.. KINDA SPEECHLESS...
Looks like a giant turd on her head.

SERIOUSLY... did they find her coming out of a mental health hospital.

SHE'S BI SEXUAL.
men and women would go there? Fuck off. I don't believe it.
Look at the size of it.

OK. I GET IT.
SHE IS THE CATALYST.

SHE WILL BE THE CAUSE OF ALL PROBLEMS / ARGUMENTS / CONFLICTS.
I bet she smells of piss and BO.

THIS IS GOING TO BE A GOOD SERIES... I CAN FEEL IT IN MY WATERS...

Nuff arguments to come...

I LOVE BB.
Genius!

Big Brother 8 - Remi's first impressions of the housemates

Eating ice cream.
Decided to do a live blog and write my first impressions so that i can see how right or wrong I am by the end of the series. Impromptu so my typing might be a bit shit.

1st up - Sam and Amanda - Twins. Joint IQ (Yet to be discovered).
Think Olsen twins... Yup. JUST AS ANNOYING!
STOP FUCKING SCREAMING YOU IDIOTS AND LEARN SOME ACTUAL WORDS!
Seriously. Why were they not drowned at birth?

Next. Some old bird. Forgot her name already. But I foresee a mental breakdown and proper screaming outburst from her in about 2 months. She might stab someone as they sleep. whilst cackling to herself.

21.30 - Charley the 1st Black housemate enters the BB house... Quote 'I love money'.
She's unemployed and hangs around footballers and likes to party.
She's got long fake hair. Brought in 60 pairs of knickers. She wears hot pants and shakes her arse. My friend J would so bang her.
Bet she's gonna embarrass black ppl as all BB house mates inevitably do.

Tracey. 30 yr old hippy with pink hair. Looks like she needs a good wash and will have a BO problem. She also has a man's voice. Possible transexual. She likes dairylee. Fact.
I think she's gonna miss her spliffs and cocaine if she lasts the whole 3 months.
I don't think the housemates will like her. too Individual.
I'm loving that she had the word 'AVIT' on her floor and said 'AVING IT' as she walked in.
Big up my hannah at AVIT!
Her quote: unlucky kentucky.

21.45 Channelle enters.
From yorkshire. I hate her already.
Anyone who wants to be victoria beckham should be shot.
19. A proper Wanna be.
Ambitions: To be rich and famous. OK THEN.
She will have sex in the house... with anyone, so she can sell it to the papers when she leaves.
She will wear bikini's CONSTANTLY.
She will have conversations with the housemates WHILST looking in the camera.
She will cry for attention.
She will leave the house and get her tits out for a lads mag. Guaranteed.

21.47. Shabnam. Indian CHAV. Fuck off. Twat.
She likes people who like to eat.
Wow!
what a clever girl.
Nickname SHABBALICIOUS.
I repeat. FUCK OFF.

21.50 Emily arrives.
Blonde Indie girl. Likes rock boys. Looks like she'll be the honest sort.
Seems quite nice.
Favourite word: Hoodwink
That's a fricking cool word.
I like her.

Just went to the shops AND.....

2 things -

FIRSTLY... why did it rain the VERY second I stepped out of the door.
And stop the second I got back in?

We are talking a 3 min window here - it hasn't rained ALL DAY!

SECONDLY... (Brace yourselves)

Ummm.....

When did it become acceptable to help your 2/3year old child, on a public high street, take a shit?

Let’s be clear…. Not a pee (that perhaps the poor little lad just desperately could not hold in).

But actually hold your child whilst he POO’S on the pavement.
I actually saw the faeces slip like a smooth milkshake out of his bottom.

Then his parent pulled his pants up.
Walked off and left a steaming pile of shit for all and sundry to see, SMELL, slip in or have to watch some dog lick.

Are you frigging kidding me?

The Cutty Sark Fire - Devastating

Just for the record this SUCKS ass!

Whoever did this deserves their very own, personalised and pointy ship's mast shoved right up their crack for this.

As a child, we went on school trips every year to see this ship.

If i'm truthful - I didn't quite dig it as a child. I had no interest in it at all at the time.

But when it's something that you see (atleast once or twice a month) - and it get's taken away from you...
It kinda bruises the heart a little.

I'm beginning to see why people like history.

It was 138years old.

It was a powerful and dominating figure on the Greenwich landscape.
I can't believe that mindless thugs - left it looking like this.
It's beyond sad really.

How she used to look:

Fortunately the ship's rigging, seen here in 2005, along with much of the decking, had been removed to allow restoration work to take place on the hull. A forensic investigation has already begun, with police treating the incident as suspicious.

Pics are taken from:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/gallery/2007/may/21/1?picture=329885920
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/6675593.stm

Londoners Stop Whinging... Please.

Why do people always get so pissed off in stores because they have to queue for like..
Oh I don't know... say SIX minutes to get to a cashier?

Then they look at you (in the queue in front of them) - like you're supposed to agree with them at the inconvenience it is to their life. Err... How about fuck off, you sad miserable whining twat.

I mean seriously, are there not worse things in life to get stressed about and raise your blood pressure for?

Is SIX minutes REALLY that long?
Go on... Think about it.

They normally are: Grumpy old men / Grumpy (normally fat) women (cos their ankles hurt from all the weight they are carrying) / Or people in their 20's who are just discovering themselves and think it's cool to speak loudly in public - All huffing and puffing because they have to queue to pay for their goods.

Grumble grumble.. why have they only got one till open? Grumble grumble grumble.

Like there should be a cashier that magically appears, at the precise moment that they are ready to pay.

The above is also applicable for people waiting for buses, trains or for a waiter to come serve them.

How about one portion of Shut the hell up?

Ricky Lake... Looking good!

... Ok ok...

Now I know Ricky Lake looks great in this picture and has lost a shit load of weight and all... Well done love.

But what the fuck is up with that GINORMOUS head of hers?

She still has a fat person's size head.

And is that a bit of a man chest I see there?

Yeah I drink haterade...

... I don't care.

My fave blog (at the moment)

I found this blog about 2 years ago... Through the sheer power of 'surfing the web'...

It's called 'Anne... Straight from the hip'.

I just stumbled upon it and I love her writing, her style, her train of thoughts.. Just IT!
I love her photographs too...

She's a great writer.

If you fancy a read of a good blog sometime, check this one out.
You'll love it!!

I just read this one she wrote... It's a bit about PMS (See my own blog rant on this)...
and about people's behaviour. Great blog!
I like a woman who is not scared to use the Cunt word... IT'S JUST A WORD people!!!!
Get over yourself.

http://annecentral.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-last-half-hour-man-tried-to-run-me.html

Enjoy.

I confess I like to swear from time to time... So?

Can I just say that if you don't like the swearing in my blog... Then ermm how about..fuck off!

I know how to write without swearing.. However, it would not really be 'my style' not to (on some occasions). Language to me is fun. Language helps (I believe) to define us and who we are. Language is about expressing yourself, at all the various levels.

I've spoken this way since I was a child.
My mum allowed us to swear, as she believed it was an expression of self.
Not AT her, of course, but at one another if we wanted to.

You'll notice I use it more when ranting or am really passionate about something.

I'm not dumb.
I know big words.
I can have an intelligent debate 'without swearing' if I choose to.

But you know what, this blog is about me!
The realness of me... I'm not trying to be something i'm not.
And from time to time, I will swear just because I want to!
And you know what… sometimes it just feels so good!

Live with it...

Or Jog on.

Couldn't care either way....
:-)

... Shit fuck wank.

Can't sleep... But it's my own fault..

I'm no scientist..

But i'm pretty sure of my theory that... over the last week and a half, my not being able to go to sleep before THREE am... Is very likely to be related to OR May have something to do with those afternoon 'siesta's' i've been slipping in.

I've been kidding myself that they are 'power naps' and wont do me any harm.
Bollocks.

They are infact - 'sleep behavioural fuck ups'.

It's 2.45am and i'm not even close to sleepy yet.
I'm about to watch another episode of Soprano's and then desperate housewives on the laptop... I'm about 4 wks ahead... which is something good I suppose!

I'll probably nod off when the little birdies start tweeting circa 5am.

Mars STOPS using animal products - U turn?

Not that my blog had anything to do with it...
I was just venting in an earlier blog about the potential loss of eating some of my fave bars of chocolate... because of animal intestines being added to them.

Yesterday however, Mars did a big fat U turn... They apologised and have now said they are NOT going to be using those nasty nasty animal products in their chocolate!

Thank the lord!

Was probably all a big publicity stunt.

Anwhoo... I pinched this blurb off another site:

Mars in public apology

Mars has taken out full-page adverts in national newspapers to apologies to consumers.
The move has been taken after a public outcry in response after it emerged the whey used in the company’s chocolate products was changing from a vegetarian to an animal based source.

Some of the nation’s best loved brand - Mars, Snickers, Maltesers and Galaxy – were to be affected.

In a statement in the press adverts, Managing Director, Fiona Dawson, said, “We made a mistake. We apologise. The consumer is our boss. Therefore we listen to your feedback.
“But being sorry isn’t enough. Therefore we commit to you today that we at Mars UK will ensure that a selection of your favourite brands will be suitable for vegetarians in the near future.”

Dawson said the company would be changing their manufacturing process from today and that consumers would be informed on progress.

“Expect to hear from us soon, “ she said.
An embarrassing U-turn for the company? Perhaps.
However the headlines following Mars’ plans to introduce animal products provided no end of exposure, negative as it was.Today’s move certainly positions the company as consumer friendly and ethical.

Site taken from: http://www.utalkmarketing.com/Article.aspx?id=2035

My previous blog:
http://www.remioduyemi.com/2007/05/mars-starts-using-animal-products-wtf_17.html

A Weekend of nothing but FUN!!

Saturday Day: I took a day trip out and visited Leeds Castle (not in Leeds, but kent) with Jitka and Laura (Girlies on my bball team) - we got to speak to Parrots (Seriously, birds talking to you - is totally fricking cool!! - Like BIRDS!!!!! Actually talking - One asked us: 'Would you like a Hot dog?' AND then he had a bit of an argument with himself as well - that was funny) Oh how we laughed!




The Parrots were my highlight - they would fly over to the cage and get up close and look at you with their head turned sideways (cos their eyes on the sides of their heads)....

One was definitely checking me out!



We touched & Stroked baby Owls!
Fed the roaming peacocks.





We saw falcons Swoop over our heads and chase the seagulls!
& 3 girls... Naturally, we got lost in the adorable maze.





Oh yeah - The castle was alright too... Set in the most beautiful grounds!

Saturday night - My Friend Leafy had a BBQ at his place.

< Leaf and the Remstar

<-- Leaf and his Beyatches!

I took with me: Jitka and Laura and then invited my 2 basketball coaches (Mike and Eric) to come too - and they brought another friend as well. So the BBall squad represented! It was a good giggle! Lovely people, plenty of good food (including the home made cheesy burgers laura and I made) and AMPLE booze... I went home very merry indeed.

Sunday Day: Photoshoot: Avitclothing.
I spent the day helping out my friend Hannah at her photoshoot today (Hannah is my new office buddy - we share an office together, but both run our seperate business indepentdantly).

Got to meet some cool people: kick boxers, skaters, dancers, MC's, producers all sporting hannah's garments - they loooked SO hot! I was really impressed with her clothing products!

It was a great little networking thing for me too.

The photographer is going to take pics of my whole team too... Twas all very exciting indeed!

Sunday eve: Met up with Lorna in the evening, for a bite of dinner and our girly chats....
That's always a good thing!!

All in all - a lovely lovely weekend!!!

... And NO rain!!

More Pics to follow..... When i can be arsed uploading them....