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is an understatement, actually - the gusts have
been gale force) but fortunately I'd not had too many problems,
until today. I was driving down the road, minding my own business,
singing along to Maria Carey's Christmas song when I was almost
forced off the road by a black bin that was blown into my car at a
most inopportune moment. It thumped the side of my car so hard it's
left a dent and made me scream like a banshee. I was just glad that
it hit the side of my car and that it hadn't been launched in front
of me causing me to swerve or worse-I could have been killed!
(Let's just say I will be sticking to the speed limit in
future.)
    Anyway, that was the bad news. I'm feeling a
little better now that I've had three cups of strong tea with lots
of sugar in it (good for shock apparently). The good news is...
(Drum roll), Scott has asked me to go to his work's Christmas
dinner with him! Nobody has ever asked me to do that before;
probably because most of them have been too ashamed to be seen with
me or something. Isn't that great? He must like me. All his bosses
will be there and everything. We are going to the Lowry in
Manchester. It will be so cool. I even get to wear a formal evening
dress. Just call me "Posh". I can't stop thinking about it. When I
log off I will have to get ready to go out with Nick to a man who
claims to be the real reincarnation of Elvis Presley. I don't think
he is, not because I don't believe in reincarnation (my mind's
still open on that one) but because if Elvis were to come back
again, I'm sure he would pick a more exciting place to live than a
council house in Runcorn. It should be interesting though and will
probably take my mind off the excitement of Scott's party and the
shock of almost being tragically killed by a rubbish bin. I will
tell you all about it on Friday. But until then,
     
    Callie signing off
    xxx
     
    Hi guys
     
    Firstly, I just wanted to apologize for not
posting on Friday, as expected. I did try to post several times but
unfortunately blogger didn't want to know and kept sending me
errors. I then tried twitter to try and let peeps know that there
would be no update due to internet problems but twitter didn't work
either! So sorry to anyone who was looking forward to reading about
my exciting life! I will have to tell you all today what I was
going to write yesterday - let's pretend today is Friday!
    I went to see reincarnated Elvis, let's call
him Elv. His house was actually quite nice. He'd decorated it with
tinsel and glittery window lights and all the surrounding houses
looked equally festive. Nick knocked on the door and was greeted by
a man with a podgy face with acne; he looked about twenty-six and
he had a big nose and squinty eyes. I know you think I'm probably
being bitchy and you shouldn't judge a book by its cover and
everything but I'm a journalist - I have to tell it like it is,
don't I? It turns out that this ugly guy was Elv!
    Nick asked him why he
thought he was Elvis and he said that ever since he first
heard   Blue
suede shoes  one morning on the radio
he's been able to sing along to every song even though he hasn't
heard them before. (Which I find hard to believe) and that he knows
all the words even if it is the first time he's heard
it.
    Nick's nods and surprised
expression only made the situation worse because Elv went upstairs
to get his karaoke machine and proceeded to sing along (out of
tune) to   suspicious minds . I had a very
suspicious mind, by this time. Two hours we were in that house. My
ears were ringing when we got outside.
    I asked him if he thought there was anything
else that made him think he was Elv and I almost choked on my mince
pie (which he'd kindly given to me) when he said some people had
commented on his likeness to the king. I don't know what part of
him looked like Elvis but it certainly wasn't anything I could see.
Nick took some photos anyway and when the article was printed he
did that annoying thing some magazines do where