Guiltless secrets

There are things that people don't admit to. I guess I shouldn't admit that when I'm peckish I pour a blob of brown sauce onto my hand and lick it off (or mayo or thousand island dressing). I ought not to admit that I spent the entire of my son's bedtime story tonight sniggering because it's 'The Faraway Tree' and in just one chapter there was Dick, Fanny and the queer folk of the Enchanted Forest.

Other things people that people might not admit to include the fact that I've totally decided that I'm not going to go for any sort of promotion in the foreseeable future. There are better jobs elsewhere and the potential for higher remuneration in my current organisation but I don't want to do more work. In fact, I'd rather do less work. It feels a bit maverick to admit that you don't want to move up the greasy pole as I think most people are expected to try to develop their career. But I don't want to.

The really guiltless secret is that I've decided that I want to remain single. I think I've realised that I'm a bit of a cranky lone wolf and I like things done my way. Over the past few weeks I've been revelling in my OCD and have done things like ensuring all the hangers in my wardrobe are black plastic. Tonight I went to Ikea and bought furniture so I can sort my room out and make it 100% clutter-free. Whilst my ex lived here the clutter was of Steptoe-esque proportions and I revel now in the complete emptiness of my house. Last night I was online at midnight tracking down a jewellery tree just so I can organise all my necklaces.

Obviously having come to the decision that I want to remain single has one major ramification. Ever since I decided that I don't want to play with boys I've had the opportunity to pull more than a barmaid at Oktoberfest. On Friday alone a doctor or dentist or something added me as a favourite on Guardian Soulmates. Then in town I got chatted up by J who was the world's shortest but funniest man. Shortly after a right fit man decided, somewhat randomly, that I was the girl to recreate that Uma Thurman / John Travolta 'Pulp Fiction' dance with. Finally, in a club 6 foot 5 of amazing dark handsomeness took a shine to me and I told my friend (for I was wholly shitfaced) that 'sometimes it's all about the ones you turn down'. And you know what, I resisted temptation ALL evening. I didn't want to kiss randoms so I didn't. I just stayed out with my friends and danced and enjoyed myself.

Now, it might be a bit odd to want to be single, but it's working for me.

Tuesday Night is Curry Night - part 3

Tonight's blog is brought to you by the power of mushroom and courgette korma and a quorn tikka masala, made by Velouria's little paws. Indeed, Vee could teach you to make a graph showing the fat, protein and carbohydrate value of the dinner but that would be just frightening.

Tonight's topic: Top Guilty Pleasure Choons

Velouria's:

1. Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac
2. Umbrella - Rihanna (it's raining tonight. Blame Velouria for this)
3. Here you come again - Dolly Parton
4. Galveston - Glenn Campbell
5. Since U been gone - Kelly Clarkson
6. Toxic - Britney Spears
7. Close to You - The Carpenters
8. Rush Hour - Jane Wiedlin
9. Only You - Flying Pickets
10. Twenty Four Hours from Tulsa - Gene Pitney.

Velouria is in a contentious mood and told me that I'm not allowed to simply list out ten Duran Duran songs. I pointed out that Duran are NOT guilty pleasures, in fact they are a New Religion (see what I did there?) and hence a perfectly acceptable pleasure. Her riposte? Maybe not for you, only for the other 6 billion people on the planet. Next week her curry will be accompanied by the gentle sounds of Natasha Bedingfield in revenge.

Rio's:

1. Final Countdown - Europe
2. Living on a Prayer - Bon Jovi
3. Maneater - Hall and Oates
4. Never Gonna Give you Up - Rick Astley (I'm not Rickrolling, I've always loved him)
5. The Frog Chorus - Paul McCartney
6. Too Shy - Kajagoogoo
7. Gold - Spandau Ballet (as a Duranie I am not supposed to like der Ballet)
8. Time of my Life - Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes
9. Islands in the Stream - Dolly'n'Kenny
10. Fame - The Kids from Fame

Your turn: which songs get you up on the dancefloor, howling like an over-excitable banshee? You can post anonymously but Velouria and I will just check where you posted from and work out who you are.