Planet Marta

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Ladies belts of style and quality

Womens belts in stunning designs not available on the High Street is what you'll find at http://www.onceuponabelt.com from wide waist belts to classic black leather belts, jeans belts to obi belts.

Another cool fashion site for ladies shoes - interchangeable shoes that is

Ladies interchangeable shoes have been a hot topic in the UK since Jane Rafter appeared on Dragons Den with her very pretty Slinks retailing at £120. Their warm reception is good news for http://www.swaptopshoes.com launching soon as they specialise in the best of the interchangeable top shoe brands such as SwitchFlops (switch flops) and Onesole (one sole). They have plenty more exciting stuff up their sleeve too.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Cool website for womens belts

Love this site - onceuponabelt.com! All the belts a woman could wish to choose from.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

Neighbourhood wars - a hark back

Looking up Maria's address, hotmail has this cool new function of showing emails received from that person and I found this one which made me laugh. The tragedy of Marta life comes up as comedy.

"I´ve just stopped laughing after reading your latest neighbour-update! This is perfect material for your next film or book! But seriously, I can´t believe this is happening in 2002. Hang in there!

Love, Maria"

Marta wrote:

David, the real fruit loop alcoholic needing anger management counselling, who lives in the garage next to our flats, started rowing with me in the street calling me a bitch, telling me I was the root of all the problems anyone has ever had here, how awful I was asking Cliff to clear up his compost heap from the front of the flats (fair request I thought - a daffodil growing in it or not, he doesn't have one outside his front door)and how I was the devil incarnate etc. So Armen came out and started beating him up. 5 seconds later he was the most reasonable man on the planet - listened to my side of the story about the parking drama and then apologised! Promised it wasn't him who superglued our locks.

I was fine apart from being very upset after the point he calmed down.Until then it was fully battle armed spitting venom back, having had common sense calm reasoning met only with continual abuse. Armen kicked him and punched him - one of each only and suddenly he started talking and listening after squeaking out a "I'll call the police". I think I'll try that technique with colleagues at work that don't listen and that like to shout at me - just beat them into submission. Thinking of Mr Director that said to me "Now put your big ears on and listen. You are talking to a Director". I think I told him I had heard and was going to decide whether it was worth actioning. I so like a P45. Armen told David if he had a problem with something either of us do, to come talk to us like a 'real' man rather than gossip to everyone like some old woman. Armen said he never thought he had superglued our lock because if he did he would have been straight over to Dave and neither cared about police, nor prison. He's just brought us a box of chocs and Armen's given him a bottle of wine back. Ain't life weird?

Sometimes you need to make the person you fear, fear you. Perhaps one of my short films should be about that. I've tried it in real life before too. There was this weirdo when I was temping at the local council who was stalking and staring at us (that is my lunch buddy Amelia and I) as we tried to have our lunchtime picnic in Bournemouth Gardens. "Right I've had enough of this cat and mouse business. He's there again. Let's see how he likes it." as I whipped up the blanket and strolled indignantly in his direction. He ran!

Actually I'm really disappointed - not speaking to eachother meant I didn't have to listen to all the shit he comes out with. I would blank him when we passed eacother and it wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable anymore. He just didn't exist and therefore it wasn't a problem. The row started because he demanded to know when I'd be moving my ass out of the flats. He's asked us to keep a spare key to his garage in case he comes back early from France (finally the English wreak revenge by sending David to do painting and decorating there). He is the slowest P&D ever and least cost effective. There's a cup of tea every hour and he spends the whole time chatting with the world from his ladder. I think we got the key because he rowed with one of the other flat owners yesterday that he's normally friends with. Probably was all warmed up and ready to row with everyone.

So all those living in houses (especially detached), be very grateful. All those thinking of buying, avoid flats!

Marta

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Belated postcard from Mauritius

12th November 2007

Hello there

Having a great time. Were a wee bit worried when the rain started last night and poured on right through to mid morning. Thought we were gonna be those holiday makers taking videos of the rain before the cyclone hit. But no, it cleared up and was hot enough for another day by the pool. Today we had some of the complimentary celebrate love package (you get it if you book a suite for 7 nights and it is an excellent incentive) so a full body aromatherapy massage on the beach in the afternoon and a 6 course gourmet dinner served by the beach or on our balcony. We went for our balcony as there were 3 other couples by the pool and we like to see what's on the plate we are eating from. The table was decorated with flowers and it really felt very special indeed, right down to the guitarist performing in the midst of our billowing chiffon drapes in the door way to the balcony. It was yummy food and the best steak I've ever had in my life. That was unexpected as outside the hotel the restaurants are very shabby chic and you feel you are being fed by someone's grandpa while you sit in the middle of a flea market when plastic tables and chairs of a bygone era are going cheap. The town of Pereybere is not the exclusive retreat of the jet set I had somewhat imagined given the price of Mauritius holidays, but bloody relaxing and hot all the same which will do us fine and the hotel is fab. It does feel like a second fake honeymoon.

There's a huge amount of other free stuff at the hotel but as we're not water lovers we won't make use of it. The service is top notch and we particularly like it when they suddenly turn up at your sun bed with fried battered cod nibbles and a Mai Tai or Bergamot tea with cake. They do laundry for free which is good as the one pair of summer trousers that still fit my new ginormous backside were stained with insect repellent that had leaked in the luggage. I should have sprayed it on the plane as within 1 hour I got bit by something that gives me an allergic reaction and I now sport an itchy golf ball lump on my ankle.
Cockroach type things keep falling on me too. Had the second one just before the branch fell on me (well twigs really) as I was under the tree being massaged. The first was as sat down in a restaurant ready to enjoy the sega dance show. The beach is tiny but lovely with rocks and sailing boats in turquoise water to die for. Shame you can't walk anywhere on the beach though. There is piped music in the bathroom which is supposed to be the same relaxing stuff you can hear under water in the pool but not sure where the shake rattle rock and roll number fitted into that zen music experience.
Three things are weighing heavily on my mind and trying to ruin the holiday for me. First is the lizard living on our ceiling that comes out at night - I really don't do reptiles. Second is the dead kitten on a bit of waste ground right outside the hotel which has broken my heart and third is the skinny cat in the hotel grounds that I keep buying food for as I don't want him to go the same way but what happens when I leave makes me feel sad too.

Today we witnessed a bollywood movie being made in the restaurant just along from us on the sea front. First we thought it was someone's dad with a microphone showing off but then they were shouting the universal language of "silence on set and action". Tomorrow we may get the courage to expand our horizons and see the next town and then maybe the capital, and by the end of the week we'd have had a sight seeing day to the highest and prettiest points of this small island.

So I wonder how things are at work on the Basingstoke Riviera. Andrew has told me I am not allowed to QC my new website. Finding it very easy to sleep a lot and do nothing at all except make fun of the guest who looks like Rod Hull as we wonder what he's done with Emu and laugh at how every time a fish leaps out of the coy pond it sounds like someone doing a big poo. Did I really write that?

Must go - the mossies are coming. Aren't holidays great!

very best

Marta (and Andrew) xxx

I think it has now turned into comedic joys contrasted with Marta's tragedies, musings, rants and wanders down memory lane.

: Name: Marta; Location: Currently in the UK

Unusual girl (or perhaps I'm a woman now?) of Polish descent with a huge heart and an opinion. Described as “eccentric in an endearing way”. Bit of a culture vulture. Doesn’t know when to stop writing - is it a.m. already?............. And please let me say for the record: I normally blog fast & don't allow time to reread to correct typos etc. because I am a lazy sod onto my next idea or escapade............. Scroll down to select the 'Archive' links in this column if you'd like to read more/see more pics from me..............

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