Entries Tagged ‘Opinions’



Dating is one big game, I just get the feeling I’m the one being played.

For the past month or so now, I’ve been trying on men the way most women, or so I’ve heard, try on shoes. I know they’re not really necessary, and yes, I’ve already owned a similar pair one time or another which have been relegated to the back of my closet for various reasons (they no longer fit, I’ve grown bored, they’re not in fashion anymore, they refuse to sit nicely on me feet etc) but I can’t help myself.  With each date I go on I feel this might be the pair that finally fits, this might be the one that makes me feel as if they were made for me and me alone; my sole mate as it were.

The reality is much less glamorous than I’m making it out to be.

Sure it’s good to go out and date new people; good like chocolate starts out to be but after your third family size bar, all you end up feeling is sick.

And yet, once the sick feeling goes away, there I am reaching out for another slab of the good stuff.

It’s a vicious circle.

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Some people might call this entrapment. I prefer the term forward thinking.

Every few days or so my friend Peter and I get together via the magic of the old dog and bone and discuss the current happenings in our lives. More recently for both of us it’s been about our current dating situations (as in now the weather is warmer I’ve shaved my legs and have come out of dating hibernation.) Of course we’d love to actually meet up with each other and discuss this but our busy schedules simply don’t allow for it (what with my tea addiction and his for taking nude photos of himself.) So we end up conversing using the free minutes on our mobile phone contracts instead.

Well, they do say the best things in life are free.

Which does make me wonder why people actually pay for sex.

Anyway, during one of our table tennis conversations of non-stop jokes and innuendos, I randomly blurted out: I love you.

I say this quite a lot to people. It doesn’t mean I want to be with them forever and ever until we make lots of little (clay) babies and live in a big house. I mean a small house is just as good. I’m not picky. It just means I have an overwhelming urge to express to them how awesome I think they are.

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You look exactly like a human being and yet you sound like a complete arse

Some time ago, I wrote a piece on the different reactions I get from customers after telling them a plastic bag will set them back a whole one penny.

Today I encountered a response that not only took the biscuit; it effectively smashed the entire packet into smithereens.

Let me explain.

The transaction started off as most do: customer plonks a bunch of books down on the counter, I proceed to smile at them, (the customer – not the books) I say hello, perhaps comment on their choice of books and then I ask them if they need a bag.

This can go two ways.

They can either say yes or no. If no, I breathe a quiet sigh of relief. I won’t have to bother with the whole one penny spiel. If yes, then I pray to someone’s God.

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Extra, extra. Read all about it!

The Checkout Girl – By Tazeen Ahmad

Having worked in a supermarket myself, I’m all too aware of the types of customers that are found lurking within the contents of this book. With this in mind, I delved into its pages with an undisguised glee, hoping that Tazeen’s own experiences were just as memorable as mine were. I wasn’t disappointed.

2008 saw the UK fall arse first into a deep recession. It was during this time that the author of the book decided to take on a job at Sainsbury’s. Her goal was not only to earn some extra cash, but to see firsthand how the recession affected the general public through their spending habits. Over the course of a six month period, Tazeen observed the unsuspecting customers and shared her experiences with us, the reader, with all the wit and tact required of a checkout girl.

In what should have been a very uninteresting book (let’s be honest, scanning items through a checkout isn’t what you’d call exciting) its Tazeen’s own honesty about her customers, colleagues and at times, even herself that drives us through its pages, laughing and sympathising all the while.

The recession hits and with it, a true account of modern Britain is revealed. The view from the till side provides a highly personal account of the struggles most consumers face when forced into redundancy, or simply having to meet the rising costs of living. Families, students, pensioners, single people, the employed and self employed – all are affected and no one is left untouched by the growing financial crisis in the UK.

Despite all the doom and gloom, there is a sense of hope and resiliency amongst the customers and colleagues. The humour is spot on and is a much needed relief both for the reader and the author.

I rarely venture into the reading world of non-fiction but Tazeen has a likeable writing style which instantly hooked me from the beginning. If this book teaches you one thing, let it be that checkout workers never miss a thing.

A review by Teesee



Romance isn’t dead. At least not in the Romance aisle.

I’m not ashamed to admit it, but I thought working in a bookshop would be romantic. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t expect Mr Darcy to come galloping out from the pages, all dashing and misunderstood, I mean hoped… but didn’t actually believe.

It just so happened that my one great love affair has always been with books. They are that proverbial shoulder to cry on. They cheer you up, they bring you down – they even make you think WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? At least that’s what I thought as I turned the last page of Breaking Dawn and proceeded to throw it into the bin.

Oh alright then, you caught me. I didn’t actually do that. I mean I wanted to, badly in fact, but at the end of the day, it was a book. And it deserved more. Besides, haven’t I just been saying that my one great love has been BOOKS? How could I chuck something away that I essentially loved? It’d be like chucking away a boyfriend. It’s to that end, I rarely get rid of books; and if owning one was like a marriage, I’d be a polygamist several million times over.

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