Not recommended

I cooked peas in the microwave at work today, it's not recommended.

Bliming cameo's

So I finally went to see Hot Fuzz yesterday, I thoroughly enjoyed it and liked it a lot more than Shawn of the Dead (please keep your comments and views to yourselves, lol). I haven't laughed like that for ages, so really enjoyed it.
I loved the cameos from so many well known actors and comedians but most of the way through the film, I couldn't suss out why I knew who Blower and Wainwright were, it irritated me for ages and finally, thanks to the wonders of the web...Frank Bloody Gallagher, damn him! And only bloody Dead Man's Shoes star Paddy Considine, god the internet is a wonderful place!
Yeah, I'd recommend it to everyone.

As for Babel, it's another film (after Se7en, Fight Club, Twelve Monkeys, need I go on?!) where Brad Pitt decides he has to prove he can act "for christ's sake, we know this already, get over it!". So yeah, it's ok, really long, a bit shit and pointless...although the portrayl with the Japanese deaf mute girl has an interesting part with the night club, which is actually quite intense but the rest of it is dull. The only thing that kept me going were the occasional clips of Gael Garcia Bernel, god bless his pretty face and soul. Don't bother, unless you've time to waste.

What does the Internet smell like?

I was having a charming chat with Lukas through the power of emails and I brought up an interesting question: What does the Internet smell like? I assume it smells like sweat, hot wires and sperm...but there must be more to it than that. If the internet existed in the sense that space does...surely there must be a scent. I imagine that space smells too, like charcoal maybe?...but I'm sure that a scientist would tell me otherwise and then give me a three hour lecture on why there can't be any scent, or whatever.
If the internet does smell as I assume, would it be just sperm or would it be more female juices too, or just the basic smell of sex? As sex is generally an act between two people and yet a lot of what happens online is between one person and a camera/computer.
If anyone has any ideas, let me know?!

On a lighter note, I've started a blog about my experiences of no myspace (proper addict style of replacing one addiction with another), it'll be like the Big Brother updates (as suggested by Dale or Carl, well they suggested it for their's but I'm stealing it)...although probably a lot less witty and without the northern accent, I would try but anyone whose heard my attempts at accents will know why I'm avoiding this matter.

I watched The Science of Sleep last night and it was brilliant, very beautiful and rather funny. Gosh, I love beautiful arty films which make you think or just look at life in a different sense. I recommend it, to those of you who like artsy films, and to those of you who don't like artsy films or the occasional subtitles - avoid!

Strange going ons.

The toilet at work smells like cat wee and I can't get enough Peppermint tea at the mo, I'm not sure why this is but I love the fact that the box claims it to be 100% Peppermint leaves and no caffeine. And it smells like mint and makes me crave roast lamb, oh roast lamb how I love thee.

Other than that nothing to report, oh I'm giving up Myspace for lent, decided if I'm going to be a good Catholic girl?! That I should give up something worth while and at least I can start my exploration of better things online...there must be something else to occupy my time, so I don't miss it.
I have also changed my comments to be approved only, so I can't cheat and see what people are writing, when I commit, I commit properly.

Stranger Than Fiction is a pretty good film. And I can't wait to see The Science of Sleep tonight, CAN NOT WAIT!

The season of Lent.

40 days of sacrificing something your so used to, it's like the blood in your system. Giving up something that is a painful experience, something that means a lot and something that represents your willing to show your commitment to life, or your religion, whichever way you want to look at it?!
Every year my father asks the following question Philippa what are you giving up for Lent? and every year I give him the same answer, the same answer I give when people ask about my New Year Resolutions and my birthday wishes - Nothing!
But this year represented a change in me, I have two New Years Resolutions (stop biting my nail and to sort out my finances, so by 2008, I've some savings and no overdraft) and I'm also going to give up something for lent but what to give up is the ultimate question. Plus it's right over my birthday, so I don't want to give up alcohol or something that I may rely on for my birthday celebrations but I want it to count and make me think about life.
I've spoken with my housemates about it. Lollipop suggested all fizzy drinks but that would include Soda water, which is a hell no! I could give up just Coca-Cola but since my last stint of not eating due to anxiety, I've hardly drunk any and Diet Coca-Cola is such a momentary thing that it wouldn't even register on my scale.
Swearing was suggested but I'd break that immediately, I've tried for my mother's sake to stop swearing before but it never lasts. She then suggested that I just gave up the C word (Cunt to you and I) but it's my substitute swear word and having to wait 40 days to call someone it, would kill me, especially when no other word will do (only other passionate swearers will truly appreciate the poetry in that statement, I know Lukas will for sure).
Cleaning was suggested but it wouldn't last long and would probably cause me to be commited under the mental health act and as lovely as Littlemore appears, I like viewing it from the outside.
I could try to give up Bitching but my life would become so black and white and I'd end up crying myself to sleep, as I'd be curving my natural instinct to say what everyone else is thinking.
There's no point in giving up crisps, Jaffa Cakes or chocolate, as since going back to work after Christmas, I've hardly eaten any.
I could give up shopping or pub trips but I've not done any of these things recently due to lack of funds.
Giving up things such as Family Guy, streaming America TV online or Myspace, would cause my days at work to be so unbearable, I'd cry cry cry and not in a 'I wear my emotional heart on my shoulder and cry at everything' sense, more a I'm loosing the will to live, oh dear god be done with me immediately and put everyone else out of their misery, by doing away with me.

So I'm left with the final question of what to give up and I've only one day to make my mind up.

I could try Myspace and at least everyone would be able to see if I've cheated or not. But I'm lost, damn it, trying to please my father for the first time in ages in relation to the faith I was raised as, is so hard!

It feels like ages, since I felt like this...

On a day where Anna Nicole Smith has died for currently unknown reasons, Axl claims not to find the appeal of porn appertising and my fortnight finally looks like it's going to take a turn for the better, finally.
I today have found myself watching two films while sat at my desk. The first being "Perfume: The Story of a Murderer", now I got excited about this when I saw the trailer and I wasn't disappointed (except for the lack of attempt at accents, bloody American audiences), although I haven't read the book and when I told Julie from the office what I was watching, she observed that he wasn't unattractive enough and then continued with her comments. although little do you all know, that I'm refusing to ever read the book before watching the film, as I'm always so dissapointed with the film and I hate being disappointed by films, as I adore them. If the book takes my fancy, then I may carry on with a book but I'm not a big reader, in fact it's more I don't find much time to read, I'm always on the go with creating, sewing, cooking, baking or something else.
The second film I observed was "A Night at the Museum", it was rather good. It had a brilliant cast and I did enjoy it, it was nice to just be able to switch off and not think about what's going on and as always the typical Disney ending was installed, which is nice.

I've had an odd week, with interesting revelations, horrendous hangovers, sales offers for my creations, home truths, dinner parties, calls from abroad, forced holidays from friends who need to be alone to deal with their past, tears and upsets, mega make-up, burnt mouths from Ratatouille, trips away from Oxford, an amazing gig and a crap gig and finally, Karma coming to serve up some just deserts, which is always pleasant to observe, especially when I've been on the receiving end of these certain people's actions. I wish all the best to those who are being bitten by Karma but don't turn to me anymore, as this door mat has walked away.

For once and the first time in a while, I'm thinking about me and not how my actions effect others and it feels alright. I'm not sure how long I'll wear this jacket for, as it's not really my thing but for now, it's a cosy fit but I think I'll keep the training wheels on for a while, just in case.

Fuck YEAH!!!

The new series of America's Next Top Model is on tonight, I'm oh so excited, it is the greatest show and I can't wait to see who the next Jade will be.....yeah!!!!

The Static Charged Jeremy Kyle Show

I haven't really watched that much Jeremy Kyle of late, there is only so much polyester, screaming obscenities at the tops of their smoked effect voices with their badly enunciated speech, TV watching that I can do, before I start wanting to kill myself or buy a stately home somewhere remote, to continue my belief that Georgian (2007) England is a marvellous place, where women are ladies (who wear dresses, cross their ankles, sit up straight, do the daily household chores like embroidery, speak in such pretty voices and are generally marvellous human beings) and men are gentlemen (who wear britches, ride horses, find it hard to say the right words to express how they are feeling, defend the honour of every lady and are generally marvellous).

I used to quite enjoy Trisha though, as she'd been everywhere and done everything...she'd have a guest on the show who'd be a scag hooked prostitute, who was beaten by their mother, sexually assaulted by their dad, ridiculed and made to feel worthless by their uncle and her brother would be her drug dealing pimp and Trisha would have done it a little better, by doing it while constantly juggling and on a unicycle...god she was great.

But Jeremy Kyle just tells people that everyone gets a say on his show and then when they try to say something, he shouts at them...I do however, love how he always penalises one of them, in the typical bad guest/good guest stylee.

The average person in the audience, look as though they didn't know that there is a difference between man-made and natural fibres. And with the glare and shine the camera picks up when it swings round to the audience, it leads me to believe that they are on average wearing man-made fibres, as well as too much blusher, a base which is wrong for their skin tone, a bra 3 sizes to small and were unable to get to their mate to have their toilet bleach highlights retouched.
Now generally in studios, there is a lot of electric energy running around the studio, with cameras, cabling, lights, etc.

So miniture mathematical equation: Man Made fibres + electricity/friction = static charge!

Basically:
How much static energy must be in the Jeremy Kyle studio?
Do Jeremy and his crew have to wear anti-static armour?!
Do they earth the bottom of the audiences seats?
And if it's of considerable amounts, could we harness it some how and use it to shoot rockets of the guests in to space or maybe just Jeremy?

Onions, Apples and Potatoes

Apparently, if you tasted Onions, Apples and Potatoes without your sense of smell, they would all taste the same and feel the same, texture wise.

I don't know if I believe it but I'm tempted to try it out. Maybe one night or on some weekend very soon, I'll try my own little experiment and I'll write a report and let you all know.

I wonder if it matters which type of Onions, Apples and Potatoes I use, and obviously I don't mean ones like Pickled Onions, Toffee Apples and Potato Chips (Crisps), I mean as in: Red or White Onions? Braeburn or Pink Ladies? King Edwards or White Potatoes?

Anyway, here's to science and still performing experiments years after I left school...I always did appreciate Chemistry.

The Life Of A Bluffer...

The older I get, the more 'The Life Of A Bluffer' looks grand. I'm thinking that bluffing, dipping and diving through life with no real plans or beliefs would be a easy option. Although to be fair I don't have many plans in life, other than to be happy and as for beliefs, I have many but whether I'll debate about them, is another matter. So maybe I am a bluffer but in disguise of someone whose collected and organised?!

Either way, I may change my non-existent plan and go for the jugular of Bluffer.

Who knows, or maybe I could join the directionless wannabes and become a "Scenester", chat shit about bands I've never heard of and couldn't care less about and dress like Karen O (is she still cool?), as dressing like me would be way uncool!

Whatever happens, it's all pointless and meaningless, so at least I'll never loose sleep over any of it. Which is nice!

Worry Wart!

Why do warts worry? And which was the first wart to worried?

I personally think that in the olden days, they believed that warts were caused by worrying but that makes far to much sense and is the sensible answer, so anyone got any ideas?!

Onions

Is it me, or have onions shrunk in recent years? I remember them being so much bigger, when I was a young whipper snapper, maybe it is just me?!

Oh well, that's all I've got to say, not much I know but at least it's something.

The Trials and tribulations of Owning a Goldfish Called Bob (Part 2)

Yeah, at last, our water was good and we were finally allowed two more fishies. The water isn't perfect but it's a clear improvement and it's all pretty good, so today CarrieMac and Viktorious purchased two more fishies.
CarrieMac bought Mr T and Viktorious bought Claude.


Bob, Mr T and Claude

Bob and Claude

OK guys, that'll probably be the last time you hear about the fish, well until one of them dies, so don't loose your will to live just yet. Lol.

Enjoy.

The Trials and Tribulations of Owning a Goldfish Called Bob (Part 1)

Just before Christmas, I finally took the dive and bought myself a pet. A few years a go, I owned fish with my ex, they resided with him, we went through about 7 and we gave up, I'm not sure if they starved, were over fed or just depressed but none of them survived.

So, after some time of continually telling my housemates that I was going to buy a goldfish and call it Bob, I finally did!

On the Friday before Christmas, when most of my housemates had departed for home, I purchased little Bobafet. I was going to buy the cutest little glass bowl, but was informed that if my beloved housemates were to buy one each, I'd need a larger one, so bought a huge bowl, it's the hugest thing in the world, if Bobafet died early on, I would have used it as an astronauts helmet...yeah that big!!!

So, one bowl, one cute little fish, some food and some water conditioners later, I was on my way back up Madgalen Road.
Once home, I introduced Bob to Lollipop, just before she left for the north (and I mean the northernest part of north, all the way up by Geordi-land!). Once set up, little Bob was rested for a while to aclimatise to the water, then released...a little like when Willy was freed by that annoying little kid. He swam and dove and ate and bobbeded (I know it's not a word, but go with me) everywhere. I fed him and watched him for hours, everytime I walked by him, I'd say hello and give him a little wave. He shat a lot and I mean big long ones that stuck to his bum, he also danced a lot and also came to the surface without any qualms when feeding time arrived.


Bob in his bowl, on the day of purchase

After Christmas had come and gone and my housemates had returned, CarrieMac and I popped down to The Goldfish bowl. Once in the shop, I asked for a water check, as I didn't want to pollute any other fishies than my own and CarrieMac went to admire the fishies and select her fishy, after loads of debating and tooing and throwing, she decided on one which looks like a little punk, I want her to call it Ray but it's up to her, so we will see...she was keen on a Bubble Eyed but I convinced her other wise, as I wouldn't have been able to take the bowl seriously. Once the water check was back the man chuckled at me when he returned and said that I was killing my fish, so I got a little upset and £30 later had purchased a water filter and the information to save Bob. I was also told to not feed him as much, although I was hardly feeding him in the first place, so Bob went on a diet.

5 days later with bastard New Year out of the way, Viktorious, CarrieMac and I went back to The Goldfish Bowl. Once again with a water test in mind, I wanted to make sure that Bob's water was getting better. CarrieMac went to check to see if her fish was still there, it was and Viktorious went to see which fishy she'd opt for...with fishies in mind, I went to collect the results of my water test and once again I was informed that I was still killing Bob, although it's better than it was, which is nice. So I discussed which gravel would be best, as maybe the stones I had weren't helping, I was right and I got some new filter tops and some lovely gravel. I was informed to part change his water once a day for three days and to not feed him.

Friday morning came round (that's today by the way) and I woke up to change Bob's water. Once done, I also put the new gravel in, I rinsed it and made it all pretty, added the water and poof! It became all murky, so I hoped that it would clear up, I put the filter on and after an hour, it was still gross, so I took the exective decision and did a full water change and rewashed the gravel. Once all back in with the water conditioners and the right temperature, I left little Bob to potter around his temporary bowl and in Viktorious' care, as I had a lunch date. After lunch, back home, yes I know I'm not a very caring mother, leaving him in his hour of need, I checked to see if he was fine and he was happy as Larry (although I'm still unsure who Larry is and why he was so happy! but that's another blog), the water was still a little murky but it was clearing up and is still clearing up...he's bobbing about and I'm trying not to taunt him by eating in front of him, as that is cruel.


This is Bob today, he's looking good but getting a little camera shy. (Sorry if you can't really see him againist the gorgeous golden curtain of wonder but it's impressively Golden.)

He's the love of our house' life and he's so happy. Everyone has chats with him and we all end up giving him looks, while the TV is getting boring. He's a fixture and we all adore him. Once The Goldfish Bowl has stopped telling me that I'm killing him, we'll have two more fishies with him, although I'm concerned that maybe Bob will be to set in his ways and way to much of a loner and won't be able to settle with two more fishies but who knows what will happen. Let's just hope that on Monday morning, the water will be perfect and Bobafet will have some little buddies, yeah!!!

Chrimbo, Ho Ho Ho!

Ahh, so at last, Pauline Fowler has passed on and how sweet, full of redemption and regret but oh no, it's just that little bit to late, gosh darn it!
Last night was a night filled with perfecting the Christmas presents I was giving, making some last minute pieces of jewellery for some of my friends and watching bad films relating to Christmas. The worse being: Whoppi Goldberg's "Call Me Claus", in which she discovers that she is in fact, the next Father Christmas, it nearly made me loose the will to live but fortunately, I've watched some crap in the past, so that saved me. The best being the ultimate Christmas film - "Santa Claus: The Movie", although watching "Uncle Buck" (not a Christmas film but on at Christmas) was a thoroughly enjoyable hour and a half spent.
At half ten, I popped to a place called The Zodiac, not sure if any of you Oxfordian's know of it but it's a fantastic little dive, which is close to my heart and means a lot to me. I spend most of the evening in the DJ booth with the delectable Miss Nelly B Page and Mr Tommy Kneecaps. I also came out of the ladies downstairs and slipped arse over tits, the first and hopefully last time ever, 'twas quite funny. Photos to follow of the evening on my myspace blog.
Christmas was spent with the family, feeling hungover and tired, making adult conversation and opening presents. Joy!!

He deserved a slap!

My day today started quite well. I had a good nights sleep and didn't have any weird dreams, for once. I was rather alert and awake as my alarms sounded too, which for me is a feat.
Up and dressed I got and so I started my day. The Cowley Road was rather empty as I tootled up it, which was nice and then to The Royal Mail Sorting Office I went. I was running a little late for work, so I needed to fly in and out to collect my parcel and then carrying on to work, work, work!
I arrive, no parking bays free, typical I mutter. So as I'm intending to fly in and out, I park on the double yellows, I'm only in the way of one form of the public and that's the pedestrians and it's a industrial estate, so that's not much of a worry. So out of my car I get, to be informed by a nice lady (whose in the sorting office) that the clampers have discovered a lovely little black spot with this said area and the crapness of the 8 bays they offer to visitors and customers of this said building, so are pretty much on the case and hover and strike the unsuspecting people (obviously if your a clamper, it's far easier to sit on black spot, instead of clamping the real pain in the arse parkers). She says that she'll be departing very shortly in her red MGF, so I get back in my car, turn around and hover, for her to move...5 minutes, two more customers and the watching of one stupid woman in an MPV who can't mount the pavement, as she may upset her son in the back of the car later, not as quick as she implied, she departs. I pull in, better than she had, so that the stupid woman in her MPV can pull in next to me, does she? like fuck!!! I really shouldn't have bothered my little head about it!
Once inside, I ring the bell, one minute later a post guy (not a postman, just a postal worker) smiles, takes my card and buggers off. A minute later, another man pops in to the window, to collect the stupid woman in the MPV's card, while her son constant need to pull faces, makes me want the wind to change drastically, that'll teach the little shit!
While waiting for the post guy whose dealing with my parcel to return from the depths of Oxford's sorting office, I notice and read the sign saying that the Royal Mail's workers are respectful and polite, so could we please be so to them in return. I start thinking about why you would want to abuse one of these people, they have your parcel, you give them the card, they give you your parcel..occasionally you exchange it for money but it's not their fault, it's the head honcho's fault for increasing the prices or the person who sent you the parcel's fault for not paying enough...it's crazy to think someone would want to insult one of the post guys!
Finally the smiley man returns laughing. I enquire to why he's laughing and he says the following, while pointing at my parcel "Mole, I know, I know" (To which I'm expecting him to say, "I know I shouldn't be laughing at your surname but I'm a prick and have no respect for anyone, my days are spent sitting in this little office with him, and he has a flatulence issue that can make the atmosphere polluted and the job ever so hard, so I'm trying to find certain issues funny, to lighten my day, please please please except my deepest apologies at being so rude, I'm ever so sorry. And please have a pleasant Christmas". But does he? Fuck off does he, instead he completes the sentence with the following.) "it's funny isn't it, Mole! ha ha ha".
At which point I look at him in dismay, he chuckles some more expecting me to chuckle with him and probably say something to the effect of "I know, stupid name, it makes me laugh everyday, I'm so lucky, much better than being a boring old Smith or Jones, ha ha ha, I really am lucky to have such a hilarious name". But no instead, I look at him and then the respectful sign with the implication that the Royal Mail staff are ever so respectful and feel like giving him torrents of verbal abuse starting with the saying "How very dare you?! You ignorant cretin! blah blah blah", but I don't, as I'm respectful...I give him a dishearten look and depart.
Fucking Prick!!! What a fucking nerve, how fucking dare he...ignorant little twat...what the fuck did I ever do to him and at which point did I ever ask him to comment on my surname or ask his opinion, I don't think I fucking well did. I know he must have a pretty shitty job at times but don't we all?! So at which point did he think he had the right to criticise my name! I've lived with the surname Mole all of my life and I actually have grown to like it, after years of ridicule and names being chucked in my direction, it's quite hard to find a name that I haven't been called and if it's a drunken ignorant prick at a party, who I have just met or only know through a friend, I laugh with them and chuckle away, as I know I'm better than them (in many ways but mainly through respect and decorum), but as for the people who are supposed to be supplying me with a service, paid for by the public...it's outrageous!
Needless to say, I was late for work!

So It's all about ...

I had a dream last night that I was the "Ghost Whisperer', it's was awesome, I was walking around talking to all these dead people and catching up on the gossip...shit thing was, that one of the people was my mum and hell no, there is no way that is happening for a while, I'm so not ready to say goodbye to either of my delectable parents! Other than that though, it was quite cool...although waking up crying, as I was upset due to my ma's passing, wasn't overly great but it's not the first time I've had that dream and it won't be the last.

I'm all about steak at the moment, I can't get enough dead cow, it's quite worrying, it can come with anything and everything, I've eaten out twice in the last 2 days and have had steak both times, both medium rare, both with different sauces. both yummy and I'm hoping that I won't need a third one, other wise I may fret.

I'm sleeping so heavily that it's making me exhausted, which is a bizarre experience.

My brow won't desist this constant need to tense, so I'm always fixed in a frown, which is an odd thing to do...I'm now developing wrinkles between my eyebrows and suffering from constant tension headaches. I've even found that turning the brightness down on my work computer and laptop doesn't help much, I think I'm doomed to have watchers brow (the observers equivilent for smoking drag lines) for the rest of my life!

Oh well back to the incessant requirement to be at work, without any work to do.

Talking of work, the other day we were sent the following book for one of the people we represent:

Originally, we thought 'wow, what a lovely gesture. I'm sure he and his children will love it', thinking an atlas, great and animals, even better. There is nothing more that a young boy would want. Although on a closer look, we realised that it was a Creantionist's book of their supposed "proof" that evolution never happened and that the almighty placed everything on this planet, with a greater plan.
Now, I'm a fan of random religions and The Evangelical Church of Creation, is one of my more favourites, in my eyes they are up there with the Mormon, who are brilliant...the reason they are one of the largest religions is because they convert the dead (fantastic idea, bless them) and the fact that they compared the South Park Mormons episode, to what the Mormons' are taught and they admitted that it's near enough the same. Crazy and they aren't even concerned with how ludricrious it looks but then again, why should they be, as they've got faith and that's all they need.
One of my other favourite religions is Scientology, it's based on a science fiction book...pure genius! Although I probably shouldn't laugh, as all of the other religions are based on books...lol.
If anyone ever fancies a flick through this book, just let me know...their excuses for how you can make a fossil within a day, is impressive! If you'd like to learn more about them Click Here. i know for a fact that I'd opt to go there, instead of Disney World, why go to see fairy tales in progress and Mickey Mouse, when you can learn and find out about an alternative view, a view that comes from 300 years ago, way before Darwin and his crazy ideals.


Toddle Pip.

I want one scrap that, I need one!

I've been wanting a Chrimbo jumper since I was small, after spending many hours watching bad American TV.
So this year I set about, finding one. I'd like one ultimately in red or green with some hideous tesselations of Reindeers, Christmas Trees or Father Christmas', just something gross!
So when I stumbled across this one, I fell in love but for something that's a joke, I couldn't justify spending £60 plus.
So for now, I'll dream a little dream of this jumper.

My addiction...

So, I've known for some time that I enjoy bad TV and it was my way to escape reality and to relax. It's also why I read crap books and enjoy crap magazines.
I'm not an overtly deep thinker but certain issues weigh heavy on my mind and I spend a lot of time thinking about people, situations, etc. I'm also quick witted and what I would call a social intellect.

So when I recently started to analyse how much crap TV I watched, I was pretty scared for myself and my friends.

There are two categories of TV -

TV shows I like, know are rubbish but will stand up for my right to watch them:

America’s Next Top Model - My addiction to this programme has gotten so bad that all of my housemates are now hooked on America's Next Top Model...most of us love Joanie and hate Jade. Roll around Monday night and everything goes on hold for an hour, from 9-10pm.
Ugly Betty - This is truly awful, so horrendous, but I adore it, so so much! She's great and Daniel Meade is just for show. Wilhelmina and her friend in the cosmetic surgery are just entertaining and as for Jim Daniels being American once again, crazy!
The Ghost Whisperer - What is it with her telling everyone her real name and then telling them all her secret, she's going to pass everyone over and everyone's going to know her secret...she fell out with a friend at uni because of this very matter and she runs around shouting her mouth off. She's constantly talking to herself and everyone excepts it and the ghosts all have shadows? Her colleague/business partner except her never working in the store or immediate departures in the middle of the day and how many antiques can you sell in one small town, to justify running such a large store?! As for the shittest titles I've ever seen in the world...well I just love it, all of it! Except for the fact that it makes me cry like a baby, I'm so pathetic!.
The OC - It's The OC, lucid story lines, bad acting, everyone forgives everyone, just because. They always look incredible. Huge houses and constant rich, bored kids. What more could you want?!
Ed - He's great, one of my favourite episodes was when they locked Ed and Carol in the bowling alley, until they admitted that they still loved each other. It's great. It's set in a small town, around a bowling alley, and a great group of friends.
Most Haunted - The old ones with Derek were better, now it's shit!
8 Simple Rules - I haven't seen the episodes after the dad has died but it's crap and the girl from Charmed is mega skinny (it makes me want to puke, which is probably what she does after every meal). Also, the youngest daughter is actually 8 years senior of the skinny blonde one. The more entertaining of the whole affair is that the mum from 'Married With Children" is in it, yeah!
Everybody loves Raymond - It annoys a lot of people but I love it, so much, sorry but the dumb/not dumb brother. The over bearing mother and Peter Boyle, he's great, from such classics as: Santa Clause 1-3, Doctor Doolittle, While You Were Sleeping, Malcolm X, Where The Buffalo Roam & Taxi Driver.
Judging Amy - Typical drama of being a working mum, with mother whose the world and it's all about doing the right thing and making the best decisions for everyone. It's a classic!
Providence - Similar to Judging Amy but a little more intricate, with her dead mother's ghost, who pops in. An idiot brother. A highly strung single sister with daughter and an ever loving father, whose a vet.



TV Shows I like, know are rubbish and try not to admit to people I like them, as I'm ashamed:

Derek Accorah's Ghost Towns - Like Most Haunted, without Yvette Fielding screaming.
Charmed - It's crap, total and utter crap. To many storylines and it all hangs in the balance of which or how the actors are feeling. Shannon Doherty decides to pull out and they kill her off and bring in Rose McGowan, a long lost sister. As for the fact that they never know where the kids are, irresponsible parenting. And the most stupid "let's kill ourselves off, so we can live a normal life, opps! it didn't work, oh well, let's carry on regardless". Crazy but it does have the ability to fill my time and it's normally quite entertaining.
Britain's Next Top Model - Lisa Snowdon trying to be Tyra Banks, It's painful, as for the stupid cows...English girls really are bitchy!.
Australia's Next Top Model - As bad as the British ones, minus the Tyra Banks wannabe Lisa Snowdon.
Kings of Queens - Awful, but it has the fantastic Kevin James in, he's so loveable and with Jerry Stiller for good measure. True Brilliance!
Hope and Faith - How awful is this?! The two sisters are crap, the storylines are dreadful. The oldest daughter, is old enough to be a sister. It's pure bollocks and I love to hate to love it!


Yep, I'm sick, sick in the head...but I love it, oh so much and surprisingly most of my friends except it and even join me in the watching of these crap TV shows.

Please refrain from pointing and laughing at me in the future, as I've fronted up and admitted that I'm ill. Plus if anyone fancies ever joining me in the crap TV watching, then they are more than welcome anytime!

I found a grey what at 24?

I've known for some time that I had the occasional grey hair in my bonnet but jesus...I realised a few days ago, why I've been dying my hair since I was 13, it's because I knew that soon enough, I'd be sporting the aging look.
If it was in the perfect style of Cruella Deville or Caryn Franklin, then I'd happily keep it and go for gold in the delicate art of aging gracefully but at 24? I do think not!
And I am so fed up of my blonde friends laughing at the idea of having grey/white hair at 24, jesus girls, half of your bonnets have been white/grey for some time, making up a good percentage of your multi-tonal crowning glory.
I personally like discussing this matter with my like headed friends and also those whom believe that they natural colour is something totally different to what it actually is, as they haven't truly seen it in ages, yonks, donkey's years, centuries, need I go on? I don't think so.
As for the pulling one out and 5 growing back, it's bastardly true...although I think that grey hair is more like mould, once you get one and notice it, it's spreads and grows at double the rate it did.
So here's to praying that all of my grey hairs start discussing the matter of growing in a collective and give me a graceful streak.
The only buggering thing about it, is that my regrowth under the dye, looks horrendous and I can't get away with being lazy and avoiding the matter of redying...so here's to being more on the ball and denying the art of growing old gracefully, well for at least another 10 years.