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As far as the seven deadly sins go, gluttony is definitely my favourite.

Actually, I'm not sure if knighting it as my favourite is exactly what I mean.

More like out of the seven deadly sins gluttony is my biggest vice. 

That makes me sound like I'm as wide as I am tall - I'm not.

Why am I even talking about this?

Holy cannoli.

Basically, we went to Red Hot Buffet last weekend for Ross' birthday dinner and it was all kinds of glorious.

Sushi, duck pancakes, chilli tacos, corn on the cob and piri piri chicken all on one plate?

How had I never been to this place sooner?!

And the creme brulee...best I've ever had!

I may have even had two.

And when I say I may have, I mean I definitely did have two.

Seriously, best.place.EVER.

And whilst I'm in the mood for singing the praises of random things that I've loved lately, please watch this video.

It's an absolute crack up.
Also, where can I get me one of those skirts?

In other news, as if you didn't know already, today is Friday.

(REJOICE!)

It mortifies me that when Friday comes around Rebecca Black's song still pops into my head.

And now it's stuck there.

Oh joy.

Anyways, I'm not adverse to finishing this off by quoting a little Rihanna and saying 

"cheers to the freakin' weekend."

Raise your glasses my friends.

PS. I'm sorry that this post is so weird.

I haven't left the house in 24 hours and

I've also just consumed a massive

amount of sugar.

Varsity

Every year in Leeds, the two universities have a random day that is dedicated to competitive sports.

I know little to nothing of these things, but apparently it's the biggest student sporting event in England.

Sounds like a big deal, huh?

It was also apparently a big deal that I had got through right until my last year of university without ever having gone to the big varsity rugby match. 

So basically just to say that I'd done it (talk about peer pressure) I bought tickets for me & Ross and went with some of my Frenchies last night.

It was quite the experience.

Let me jump back in time to varsity night two years ago.

I lived in a student house right behind the rugby stadium and completely oblivious to the match decided to drive to a friend's house on the other side of the stadium.

I started my journey just as everyone was piling out of the stadium and onto the streets after the match has finished.

And when I say 'everyone', there were 10,000 students there that night, so the street was absolutely rammed.

10,000 students that were all feeling pretty merry and probably a little bit drunk.

So because I literally couldn't drive because the road was crammed with people, I locked my doors and just inched forward when I could.

Well, several people tried getting in the car with me, which was traumatic enough, but there was also one severely more traumatising occurrence that should have told me what to expect last night. 

I'd been sat on this street getting nowhere for about five minutes when a group of lads stopped literally an inch from the bonnet of my car.

One of the lads looked straight at me and then before I knew what was happening, whipped down his trousers, whipped out his...thing and then proceeded to do what I can only describe as a helicopter motion.

Vile.

So last night, I watched an hour and a half of rugby, which for me was an absolute first. 

I couldn't even tell you if it was rugby league or union. 

I do know what a conversion is now though, which honestly, I am so proud of.

Additional to the actual rugby, I also saw lots of people dressed up like Where's Wally, one of the Leeds Uni cheerleaders fall over in the middle of their routine, a fight in one of the other stands, one guy that stood next to me and sang "shoes off, if you love Leeds Met" who then took off his shoes and stood on the wet ground, one somersaulting streaker,  three other regular streakers (all of which ran around a bit and then got rugby tackled to the ground) and a guy about 10 meters from who weed into an empty cup on the floor and then threw his wee over one of his mates.
Again, vile.

Seriously, I could not make this stuff up.

But believe or not, despite all of those things, I actually had a pretty good time.
I won't ever go again though.

Chinese encounters

It's been a while since I had a notable encounter with any Chinese people.

Correction, it had been a while. 

Up until yesterday.

The phone rings whilst I'm at work.

(I have no idea why this family has so many people cold calling them all the time, 

but they have at least two a day.

I wish that all of them were Chinese people.)

Me: Hell-o

Chinese lady: Herro

Me: Hello.

Chinese lady: Oh, herro.

Is this Mrs M-C-I-L-R-O-Y?

(At this point I'm smirking to myself and wondering if she spells out everyone's name over the phone or if she just couldn't pronounce this one.)

Me: McIlroy?

Erm, no. She's at work. 

Chinese lady: Are you fam-i-ly member?

Me: No, sorry.

Chinese lady: Ho-k.

Pause.

 Are you just a close friend then?

Me: Ermmm...I'm just the nanny actually.

Chinese lady: .........Ho-k. Thank you very much.

Dial tone. 

I have absolutely no idea if asking me if I was a close friend was part of her script o if she just wanted to settle her own curiosity, 

but I was smiling as I hung up the phone.

I love me some Chinese people.

Imagine an accent: Take 2

I think there must be something inside of me that draws Chinese people to me.

Like a magnet or something.

That, or I have 'if you are Chinese please come and talk to me and say something funny to me' tattooed on my forehead.

So, I'm paying for all of the stuff that had crept into my basket in Boots and I look over at the Dior counter, where there's a Chinese sales assistant stood staring at me.

I didn't stare back, because that would have been awkward, but as I'm putting my purse back in my bag and getting ready to leave, I look up and happen to make eye contact with said sales assistant.

Next thing I know, the Chinese Dior lady runs over to me (literally runs) and says to me.... 

"I just have to tell you that you have beautiful lips." 

Then she runs back over to her counter before I even have chance to say thank you.

In hindsight, I think that she must have meant that red lipstick suits me (which is what I was wearing today...obviously), because no-one has ever commented on my actual lips before.

And more than the fact that no-one has ever commented on/complimented my lips before, no-one has ever run towards me, offered up the compliment and then run away again.

Not that I'm complaining.

I think I want to make friends with a Chinese person.