There is No More Cake.

[puddingcat]

And good grief, I want cake.

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The effect of having gone through CBT* is that my "negative thoughts" get put into words, for ease of being custard-pied into insignificance. And so I end up with phrases stuck in my head. Phrases such as,

"When you're as short as I am, an extra inch can make an awful lot of difference".

*shakes head to dislodge thought, unsuccessfully*

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nannyo and I found nearly naked men in skirts last weekend in York, without even looking for them. No shoes worth buying, but lots of nearly naked men, wrestling. With small whips, which they were using hard enough to leave weals on each other. Blimey.

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Got steamingly drunk on Thursday at the tax barbecue** but managed to avoid a hangover by dint of drinking Hoegaarden followed by camomile tea at home. Missed Richard Hammond's explanations of why getting steamingly drunk is bad for you. ;'////~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ says Sausage, which pretty much sums things up.

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Explored the wing chun school in Piccadilly and signed up for the intro course. I'm not entirely convinced; I like what I saw, I like the traditional style & lack of hard sparring, but I doubt it'll get me fit and help me lose the extra padding I've developed since breaking my wrist (see! That's why I was thinking about extra inches! Originally.)

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Still feeling impoverished & sorry for myself. I know, technically, I'm well-off; the only debt I have is a mortgage (which is tiny, in all honesty), I have a car, and don't need to shop for bargain pasta at Kwik-Save, but I have No Savings and that hurts. Buying a new Celica would be an extravagance, but I can't afford to replace my heap of tin with anything more reliable. Seeing a 1986 Porsche for £4k last weekend didn't help, either; I could *just about* afford the finance, but have no garage. And a Porsche in Stockport would very soon become an empty parking space in Stockport. And I can't afford to move, cos I have No Money. And I couldn't even get Dad to look after such a Porsche on the grounds of "helping me to do it up now he's retired", cos he hates Porsches and thinks I need a nice, boring sensible car, and in any case would do all the work himself and tune the thing to within an inch of its life and decide it was far too dangerous for me and sell it again.

And I can't afford an iPod, or a digital camera, or a Tivo, or a holiday abroad, or to retake my bike test & keep the pass certificate this time.

Gah.

{end whine}


* That's the therapy version of CBT. As opposed to the motorbike version. Or the kinky version.

** Not, unfortunately, barbecuing tax practitioners, or even Butterworths books.

Comments

[faerierhona.livejournal.com]

Why were men whipping each other?

And when you coming to visit again?

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

It was York's Roman day (weekend?). Several market stalls and a "Roman combat" arena, with Greco-Roman wrestling and some "sword" play. A few of the performers were dressed up s overseers rather than gladiators,a nd were whipping the wrestlers if they stayed in a lock or grapple for too long. We could hear the sound of the floggers hitting from about 20m away, and the weals were rather more red than you'd expect for a public display!

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Oooh, and I'm not sure when I'll be down again. September's mainly booked up, but I do want to get into London soon. Although (and I'll have to check my diary) I'll be in Staines on a training course later this month, so could potentially see you before driving home?

Money

[dragonmamma.livejournal.com]

Yes I agree, lack of money SUCKS. The trouble is the best cure is retail therapy and then you have less money .......
I think if I live on about £12.00 per week for food for the next 5 years (providing I stay in work) I might have got 1 small debt off my back and be able to look at the rest with the hope that they may have been written off in the meantime. At least that's the sensible way of looking at it. If I have a life then I will need to earn some extra money for that and STILL be in the above position in 5 years time. Oh well its my own fault for getting so deeply in debt in the first place, but its really depressing when you are trying to get your life back to face the reality of that level of poverty.

Re: Money

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

See, that's why I feel bad about whining about minimal money. I'm so much better off than I could be, and better off than lots of my friends. What's hurting is the drop in disposable income & standard of living; 2 years ago, I could buy what I wanted (within reason) and not worry. Now, a CD / DVD a month feels like a luxury.

[dragonmamma.livejournal.com]

P.S. I have cake!!

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

Bah!

[dr-wez.livejournal.com]

I must say, I had no idea that Therapy? did CBT. What on Earth do they train people in, that can be considered productive?

On the subject of whipping, the current protagonist of the book I'm reading has just been given a cursory couple of strapping blows with a bull's penis.

By way of comparison, I have mainly been playing computer games and watching DVDs, and getting no gardening or DIY done.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

I doubt very much is was the official Therapy?, since I don't remember them having a tall lady called Jane amongst them. But I'd be interested to see what they'd do; it would probably be useful for sorting out the malingerers and attention-seekers, at any rate. "Cheer up or we'll sing!" would have given me pause for thought,at any rate.

Should I be worried that you didn't question the other versions?

If you were liing a comparable life to that in your book, I'd expect mentions of a horse's, or perhaps a webbed-fingered cousin's, penis.

Have a hamster to tickle instead.

[dr-wez.livejournal.com]

*tickle* *tickle* Ooooh! Watch the hamster dance!

Therapy? therapy might be quite good, thinking about it. To be honest, I wouldn't question the other versions, I'd be intrigued to know more about them. Do you have brochures?

I'm confused by the book comment, because I don't have a web-fingered cousin.

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

No brochures, and no pictures, unfortunately :( The bikes were too long ago, and I'm just not kinky enough for "The ABC of CBT".

I just thought that, living in Cambridge, ther would be plenty of inbred mutant fenland scum web-fingered relations (not necessarily yours) lying around. And horses, with the Iceni history.

I'll go away & listen to Queen now, I think.

[dr-wez.livejournal.com]

Probably for the best.

[dr-wez.livejournal.com]

When you've custard-pied a thought, do you have to clean up your mind with brain-vim?

[puddingcat.livejournal.com]

When it's a thought like that, Fairy Liquid usually does the trick. I reserve the brain vim for the sort of mental imagery nannyo provides.