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A couple of friends and I are going mid November for a weekend to Butlins (Don't laugh). It's a 70's Disco Inferno weekend. I have been told not to expect too much from the accomodation but the night life is apparently great- we shall see. Anyway, one of the friends and I went to the Fancy dress shop yesterday and hired our outfits. We tried on so many and have never laughed so much. I tried on a shimmery blue all in one, bell bottomed legs and bell bottomed sleeved jump suit thing like Abba wore. Came out of the changing room and my friend just burst out laughing, so did a man who had been in the other changing room. It was miles too big, the crutch was down to my knees. I looked like an anorexic mermaid. These things are supposed to be skin tight and this just hung and I,m not skinny. It would have made a nice pair of pyjamas actually.
Anyway, we both settled for these very short dresses and white platform boots.. I think we're going to look more 60's than 70's but after very many drinks, who's going to complain.

After my induction last week I decided to actually go and do a proper work out at the gym. Everything is programmed so I can only use specific equipment. The main computer thing told me to use the exercise bike. I got on the wrong one, was supposed to use the upright not the incline, no wonder nothing happened when I put my key in. The next machine was a cross something or other, couldnt even find that, had to ask an instructor. Next machine I didnt know how it worked, this happened for every machine. it was either the wrong machine or I didnt know how it worked. I even went on the same machine twice without knowing. One of the Instructors even did me a print out with pictures, but still I couldnt work out which machine was which as a lot of them look the same. One machine had me set to do eight minutes and I got off it after two as I just couldnt do it. The Instructor came over to me and asked if I was OK, probably because I was bent over, sweating and sounding like I was having an asthma attack. I dont like that machine I said. He told me it would be easier next time., not sure if there will be a next time. Still, they did set my programme to end with a nice leisurely walk on the running machine. I dread going again but I bet they dread me going more.!

The recent story of the guy who was paraded with a placard around his neck stating he was a thief and on the way to the police station really split my views . I admire the boss for making a stand and can agree to an extent with what he did. However, why didn't he just call the police, and I didn't really agree with the humiliation part, nor the roughing the guy up beforehand. OK he did wrong, stole some money from his Boss, bit the hand that fed him so to speak and of course deserves to be punished/convicted but I dont really agree with the way it was handled. A public flogging or castration for paedophiles yes but not in this case, not really.
The guy lives in my town too,. Not the thief, the vigilante, lol.
Any views?

I am off out to lunch today with a good friend of mine. She is lovely, kind hearted, caring, generous etc etc. The only problem I have with her is that she is a terrible flirt, even at lunch, and thinks she is the best thing since sliced bread. I want to spend my lunch time talking to her about her job, kids etc and she just wants to talk about the men who have chatted her up and how wonderful she looks. I dont know where her insecurities stem from really but it can be quite embarassing and the only male attention she attracts is the wrong type.
She cackles loudly and brags about herself constantly.
She has far too many good points to drop her as a friend but how can I get it through to her that she is 44 and acting 24, if not younger.

Joined a gym today. My Instructor put me on about 9 different machines. Told me a couple of times to breathe, to which I replied, I am breathing. He said I did well. I didn't quite understand how the machines worked, the Instructor wasn't that informative. God knows how I will get on tomorrow. Still, at the end of the workout he told me that I had lost 73 calories, ha ha, thats one extra half a glass of wine tonight.