Me and Caroline ended up arguing AGAIN. So since we can NEVER settle this argument i'm going to hold a poll and I want you all to be truthful. Caroline always worries about how I get home. Never in my life have I ever had to tell anyone where i'm going what i'm doing how i'm getting, as the truth of the matter is no one actually cared.

So it was like quarter past 2 in the morning and there is no point getting a taxi as I live near to the city centre I can walk everywhere, also I can't really afford the taxi's as I had to buy a round of drinks in for people on my birthday instead of them buying me (except for daisy- cheers love, sorry I didn't actually drink it!).

SO! at the end of the night I told caroline that I was walking home and this is where the argument began. She seemed to think it was ok for her to walk home by herself but not for me. As many peeps already know, where I grew up was rough as fook and I was always avin to dodge the smackheads when I used to walk round there at 2 o clock sometimes 3 o clock in the morning when I was like 13.

Anyway will stop the waffle now in the end we ended up getting into a car with a lad that we know who had been drinking not sure how much he had had though, so in effect a drink driver was entrusted with our lives. If something was to happen on the street i could do something about it but if he lost control there is fook all I can do about it. If someone were to attck me in the street I would pepper spray them in the eyes- then would jab my finger in each of their eyes, get hold of their balls and twist them until i made sure that they could never spawn a clone of themselves and then take my shoe off and hit them over the head.

So the question I want an answer to is what do you all think would have been better to do- me walk home by myself or to have got into that car with a drink driver.So you all be honest as me and Caroline are both going to read this and whatever the most popular opinion is we will stand by this decision for six months. look forward to reading your posts.

On the upside, I got to Carolines and she filled her living room with balloons. Although I knew she was going to do this as I could hear her blowing them up whilst she was talking to me on the phone even though she told me there weren't any balloons, I'm not stupid. Also she had made me a birthday card as they are so crap here. It was actually quite good, she had good control of the scissors when cutting out the letters. and she also bought me some blowing bubbles, although I have no idea on earth what I'm going to do with them. I might save them for xmas. and she bought me a skipping rope. although it is for a child, it will come in useful, as you all know, I'm no gym bug, I actually hate going there i feel like a reet heffer, everyone is so skinny and judgemental. But I was reading that if you skip, for ten minutes, 3 times a week you burn like loads of Calories, and it's just a bit of fun too. and Caroline got me some cava, and a birthday cake of some description. The birthday cakes here are slightly weird, they just seem to be some sort of foam, or I dunno what, it is definitely not solid. It didn't actually taste too bad though...

Also have I mentioned that my boss is werid. I have been keeping a diary of all the stuff he has been saying to me, but the diary isn't as good as some of the other stuff he has said to me.

Diary of Isidoro-ism's (please keep out of childrens reach- May cause nightmares)

Thursday 5th Oct (incidentally my 21st)

am- pointed out that I had a huge spot on my face, well yes I know, but please let's not talk about it. He told me to use talcum powder for it. I said I didn't want to so he told me he has a spot on his arse because he is sat down all day and he has a sweaty arse and the sweat had caused him to get a spot and he uses talc to dry it up. He then told me that his wife has a big beautiful fat arse-I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW

pm went to him for advice about my professional objective. He told me that my personal objective should be to have a Spanish boyfriend- then winked at me. When I left his office he blew me a kiss. ergh.

Friday 6th Oct

am Thankfully did not have to go into his office as was inundated with orders but I know I will be in trouble for it later.

pm Trouble struck. I had to go to his office as I couln't find any work to do quick enough. He sang all you need is love by the beatles to me.

I will keep regular updates of all the weird things he says. Also, I've been finding all sorts of interesting words in spanish today:

sirimiri- Drizzle

chirimiri- Drizzle

chipichipi- continuous drizzle

jipijapa- straw hat (finely woven)