i am in a rage.
wonder what the journos at the daily mail would look like in a leotard.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1212138/Strictly-Come-Dancing-Natalie-Cassidys-lycra-dance-costume-disastrous-yet.html
10 September 2009
11 August 2009
Bobby Sands
It has just dawned on me that I have not been referred to as Bobby Sands in months, hurrah, perhaps the name caller has realised it's not really the done thing. Or maybe he's just concerned there's a potential tribunal to be had from the situation........
30 June 2009
Gigs
I have just found out that Motorhead are being supported by the Damned when we go to see them in November, I am very excited. Three days after Motorhead we are going to see Alice Cooper. I am going to turn myself into one of the girls from the background in Wayne's World for a few days at the end of the year.....
11 June 2009
A Day Out
A couple of weekends ago Mr T and I did what we do best, we went on a mini adventure. The best thing about these adventures is discovering somewhere new purely by chance, we don't use maps, we just get in the car and drive.
Following the 'Flintshire Leisure Drive' - a series of brown signs with a dragon and a number we stumbled across a beautiful waterfall, hidden away behind a little building. We still don't really know how we got there, but I'm glad we did, here are some pictures.....
I think this might be my second favourite day out of the year, the favourite being in the audience of the competition to find England's Strongest Man. No really, that has to be the best day out ever. I may have created a monster there, Mr T is now quite keen on becoming a strong man.....
Following the 'Flintshire Leisure Drive' - a series of brown signs with a dragon and a number we stumbled across a beautiful waterfall, hidden away behind a little building. We still don't really know how we got there, but I'm glad we did, here are some pictures.....
I think this might be my second favourite day out of the year, the favourite being in the audience of the competition to find England's Strongest Man. No really, that has to be the best day out ever. I may have created a monster there, Mr T is now quite keen on becoming a strong man.....
10 June 2009
Just a thought....
....if I heard right and Gordon Brown is considering reforming the way we vote perhaps he should consider some kind of telephone voting system via ITV, since more people had an opinion on the 'Hairy Angel' and a troupe of dancing teenagers than how their country is governed.....Just a thought
6 June 2009
Family
I have nowhere to go with this post, I just thought I would share these thoughts.
Watching television a day or so ago and the announcer said "....he is a model...", I turned to Mr T and said, "Modelling what, socks and gloves?" and then I realised I had turned into my Father. I sort of knew it anyway, talking to the television, commenting on whatever happens on the screen is a family trait but that line could easily have been said in a thick South London accent. What has happened???? I was brought up by my Father, it stands to reason I will act like him on occasion but I thought I'd be at least a bit older before that happened. Still better than turning into my Mother, a woman for whom logic and reason have no meaning....
Over the last bank holiday weekend someone drove into her in a supermarket car park, the next morning when recounting the story she said "and I mean, I wouldn't mind, but we'd been driving round Wales all day and then that happens" - as if driving round Wales is a perilous activity. There must be some logic there, I am sure.
A few months ago, after my Grandmother died, my Mother and youngest sister, M, went to visit a psychic presumably to seek some comfort (nothing wrong with that). Utterly convinced by the woman Mother told me that M was going to marry someone tall, dark and handsome (original) and that she would have two children, twins....... A few weeks ago Mother and M went to see Derek Acorah of Most Haunted fame performing at the local theatre.... "he said M was going to marry someone and have three children....", "but what about the other psychic said she was just going to have twins?", "that was weeks ago and this is a different psychic isn't it?" - makes sense doesn't it? No, it really doesn't. When I pointed out, surely both psychics should have the same future panned out for M the concept was dismissed. I give up.
I don't know what it is, why my family are so keen to believe in something but they do, they really do believe. Visiting our Grandmother's grave M was scratched by a rose bush "that was Nan, she did that because M took him (her boyfriend who nobody likes) with her to show him where Nan is...." my eldest sister (she's 40 and is closer to turning into our Mother than I am) told me, pausing for dramatic effect, "nothing to do with M putting her hand in a rose bush?" said I, "well I'm just saying, that's all. It's a bit odd isn't it?" Of course it was J, it was a message from beyond the grave.... Sounds like a more sedate version of that bit in Carrie with the grave and the hand.
I despair, not of my family but of the day when I come to agree with their reasoning.
Watching television a day or so ago and the announcer said "....he is a model...", I turned to Mr T and said, "Modelling what, socks and gloves?" and then I realised I had turned into my Father. I sort of knew it anyway, talking to the television, commenting on whatever happens on the screen is a family trait but that line could easily have been said in a thick South London accent. What has happened???? I was brought up by my Father, it stands to reason I will act like him on occasion but I thought I'd be at least a bit older before that happened. Still better than turning into my Mother, a woman for whom logic and reason have no meaning....
Over the last bank holiday weekend someone drove into her in a supermarket car park, the next morning when recounting the story she said "and I mean, I wouldn't mind, but we'd been driving round Wales all day and then that happens" - as if driving round Wales is a perilous activity. There must be some logic there, I am sure.
A few months ago, after my Grandmother died, my Mother and youngest sister, M, went to visit a psychic presumably to seek some comfort (nothing wrong with that). Utterly convinced by the woman Mother told me that M was going to marry someone tall, dark and handsome (original) and that she would have two children, twins....... A few weeks ago Mother and M went to see Derek Acorah of Most Haunted fame performing at the local theatre.... "he said M was going to marry someone and have three children....", "but what about the other psychic said she was just going to have twins?", "that was weeks ago and this is a different psychic isn't it?" - makes sense doesn't it? No, it really doesn't. When I pointed out, surely both psychics should have the same future panned out for M the concept was dismissed. I give up.
I don't know what it is, why my family are so keen to believe in something but they do, they really do believe. Visiting our Grandmother's grave M was scratched by a rose bush "that was Nan, she did that because M took him (her boyfriend who nobody likes) with her to show him where Nan is...." my eldest sister (she's 40 and is closer to turning into our Mother than I am) told me, pausing for dramatic effect, "nothing to do with M putting her hand in a rose bush?" said I, "well I'm just saying, that's all. It's a bit odd isn't it?" Of course it was J, it was a message from beyond the grave.... Sounds like a more sedate version of that bit in Carrie with the grave and the hand.
I despair, not of my family but of the day when I come to agree with their reasoning.
14 April 2009
An Evening with the Television
Here are some observations about this evening's TV viewing:
1. Gok Wan really grates on me when he says "literally" he says it too much.
2. Norwich Union, sorry Aviva, have had to make redundancies, it must be comforting for the former employees to see the adverts starring George Harrison, Alice Cooper, Dame Edna and Bruce Willis talking about their name changes. It must have cost a small fortune in fees for George Harrison alone, I cannot imagine what a kick in the teeth those adverts are for the former employees.
3. The Hospital, this programme is actually making my blood boil, there's the deliberately obstructive overweight, smoking teenage girl pregnant because she was having issues in school and wanted to have something to turn her attentions to, pregnant a month into her relationship initially thinking that once she was pregnant "he [the father] could just go away", oh and she won't have an injection to prevent potentially fatal blood clots preferring instead to endanger her life and her baby's life. I don't want children, it's not something I feel a need to do but I seriously hope if I were ever to get pregnant I wouldn't behave like such an idiot. Don't even get me started on a girl's response to the question of whether she was using contraception "I'd been with him for a long time so I didn't really think I could get pregnant". That's half an hour in, another half to go and I just know I will be shouting at the TV before this finishes.
That is all, sorry, rant over. I think I may be a little irritable today. I wasn't until I switched on the television, maybe I should stick to Radio 4.
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