Hashtag Olympics

I have to admit that I'm well and truly gripped by Olympic fever. Sports I didn't know existed (canoe slalom?) I suddenly care about. Even watching the ping pong table tennis is fascinating viewing, though neither of the two playing at the moment are as good as Forrest Gump. As Denmark has a contender I am at the same time absorbing new choice phrases in Danish, which have been mumbled and bounced around our living room walls since Denmark took Spain in the handball (HVORFOR-SKAL-HAN-VAERE-SAA-GODE?!) so that's good, it gives me something to shout at when I go to see FCK.

The more I watch the Olympics, the more I love it. The more I hear people naysaying the Olympics, the more I love it. Though since the Olympics has started, the naysaying was killed - maybe it's because I've hidden the miseries on facebook or maybe it's because people got sucked into it as soon as Sir Steve handed the baton to our future athletes. I hope it's the latter because the atmosphere it's given London is undeniably incredible.

Well, I cannot write anymore because Philip has been watching the table tennis ... the German player cried like a Samurai every time he won a point (against Michael Maze of Denmark) and it actually has put me on edge slightly.

I'll leave you with a picture from my living room.

Me, my blog and I.

Ok, so not the most original of post titles. And I don't exactly have the writing style of ... well, I can't think of a good example right now (Austen a bit too prim, Atwood a bit too 'out there') but I do hope that you take some time to read this and, if you wish, leave me some feedback.

I'm Nicola. I work in marketing. I hail from Essex, live in London, and am of both English and Filipino origin (with a dash of Irish and twist of Spanish thrown in for good measure). I'm quite tall for a girl with Filipino blood (5'8"). I've been with my wonderful man for just over two years, who I am marrying in April 2013. 

On a somewhat superficial level, I like cheap regal tat and polka dots. On a not-so-superficial level I like the music of Debussy and Google Analytics, not that the two can be immediately linked. I also have a massive love/hate relationship with the Sunday morning television debates that the BBC inflict on us, or, to put it another way, I inflict on myself. Never has a Sunday morning gone by where I don't want to throw something at a pompous person with an opinion on the telly.

Anyway, the main reason for starting this blog is because 2012 has been the biggest year of my 31 years on earth - I've lost a dear family member, I've just gotten engaged and I'm emigrating - and I guess as so much has gone on and is going on that I want to document this, even if just for my own sake. My goal isn't to become a "famous blogger" or to have a super cool writing style ... ideally I'd love it if someone found my blog useful to them, be it for weddings, emigrating or dealing with every day stuff. Who knows.

And that seems as good a place to sign off as any, so I'll write again soon. Probably tonight.