Palmtastic

So, at the weekend I went to a sing-a-long Sound of Music - it was fucking awesome and don't knock it till you try it!
Although randomly I don't ever remember there being Nazi's in it or the escape at the end of the film. I only ever remember them getting married, so maybe I used to turn it off after that (well happily ever after is so much more beautiful, especially when you're a young girl).

Anyway, the point of this blog is that after the fantastic evening, I went to The Pot to see Chips and Moneymaker, as they'd been working. Shortly after I arrived, my bosses came back to the pub with some friend and a friend's parents. It turned out that the step-mum was a palm reader, this got me VERY excited!!!

She said she'd happily read my palm, I was extremely estatic!!! So we sat in the corner, one of the first things she said was "you're very creative and not in just one area, you're really creative and you need to apply yourself more, it's the key to your future career" - correct and what the ?! My future career?!
- "In the last two years you've had two flings very close together, you're very close to meeting, in fact you've already met him, you're very close to starting up a relationship with the man who you'll spend the rest of the life with. You've a long long line on your heartline, which implies once you've hooked up, you won't be parting for a very long time." - score, although he's got a long wait if he thinks I'm going out of my way or going to make any effort, lol. Plus I thought maybe she was talking about my relationship with Paul last year and how within two weeks, I was in bed with a future fuck buddy. These were the last flings I had. Unless she's got her timing wrong and is talking about now. I've had some fantastic fun with a couple of lovely chaps but that's all. Plus if two years is recent to her, it probably won't happen for another 3 or 4.
- "You're going to travels loads, although they are rather short trips, not long excursions. They seem to be linked to your creativity, Maybe you'll be a journalist?" - Umm, you've seen my style of writing, it's unlikely but I do prefer long weekends away than massive bouts of holidays.
-"You're extremely centered, you know who you are, this is very good. It adds to your lovely nature and spirit" - thanks, it's hard sometimes to be so amazing but someone has to do it, lol.
-"You'll have children, looks like 3, 2 of them are extremely close together, maybe even twins" - run for the fucking hills, twins no way on earth. I want my children to be close together, if possible, but twins, hell no!!!
-"There is a 'V' here on your palm. I can't quite remember what it means but I'm pretty sure it's in relation to conflict. It's very prominent, so either you've had it and hold it close or you're about to have it. Either way, you hold it very close to you, almost too close. You don't want to forget it, you see it as a lesson" - I'm very peaceful generally but if I feel unfairly treated or as though someone is taking the piss, I'll put them in their place and this has caused some bouts of conflict in my life. I didn't talk to my grandma for 6 months due to disagreeing with her and have lost friends due to telling them they are out of order. I do hope it relates to a past conflict, as I don't actually enjoy conflict whats so ever.

I think that was about it. There were other things but they were pretty meaningless...I really enjoyed it though, was nice to get my palm read. I'd very much like to have it done by someone else, so I could compare notes but whatever. I also know it's very general, never precise but she hit some nails on the head and she couldn't have asked anyone about me before hand, as her step-daughter wouldn't have mentioned me in passing and I wasn't supposed to be there at all. Well no matter how you feel about it, I enjoyed it and love that sort of shit, so will happy try again...see what happens?!

Time will tell...

To make up or not to make up

Right, so I've got to write this now, as I've too much to say in a comments box. My dearest friend Axl wrote a simple blog about women not wearing make up.

Right, so I agree with them. Most ladies do look lovely without make up. I was always told by my ex that I looked better without but he was pretty insecure, so I always thought he wanted me to look pap so other guys didn't look twice at me (easily plausible). I'm very religious about taking my make up off and always think after I've removed the tired, half worn away make up and put some moisturiser on, that I look much better, than five minutes before.

Recently, after some good nights of sleep, my first thoughts in the morning when I look in the mirror are "wow I look half decent". I mainly wear make up to make me look awake. Recently I didn't wear any to work and I looked like death (according to my bosses - thanks for that) and I do look extremely tired without the make up, where as with it, I can pretend that I didn't work until 1am, get to bed at 2am, sleep for 6 hours and then crawl out of bed to come to work, for the last 3 weeks.

I used to wear loads of make up (I've never been a foundation girl but eye make up yes), I was quite insecure, I was one of those confident insecure types, whereas now, I'm very confident and happy. I'll go whole days without ever even thinking about it.

I have friends who'll sleep in theirs, in case there is a fire in the middle of the night. I have other friends who think a little bit of mascara is over doing it, some that like to wear a little here and there, others who wear the entire make up counter just to go to the shops and others who wear it for fun.

There are loads of different reasons for wearing it, loads and loads. Mainly it's a mask to disguise certain tell tale signs of sleepness nights, stress, scaring, etc. But some times it's just fun to still be you and look like someone else, someone who could conquer the world or run a bank or be a dirty little bitch.

It's the fun that I like most, it's the changes of expressions and faces. I don't think it's bad, in fact I think it's amazing but there is something incredible about a fresh face, which will always be classic. Just allow your lady friends to be who they are, reassure them that they are beautiful and they'll relax and show you the real face soon enough.

Some people should be left to get on with it

Now I know that the police have a job to do, as do the Motorway surveillance team. But, after watching the clip below, you really think that maybe they should leave some people to it. Watch the film and then read my rant, if you fancy having your ears chewed!

Stupid women

Here are two Swedish sisters walking down the central reservation of the M6 (for the non-British of you, it's an extremely busy road connecting the South of England to the North). The motorway team see them on the cameras, the police dispatch to bring them to safety, not only are they risking their own lives, but the drivers too.

The police slow the traffic, bring the girls to the side for questioning. As they are asking what I assume would be simple questions, one of the girls breaks away and runs directly in to the oncoming traffic (What the fucking hell?!). She gets hit by a lorry (surprise surprise), as she gets hit, her sister runs after her (I know they are blonde but seriously?). She also get hits but by a van. Now, if they want to kill themselves, do it on their own time, not on others and don't do it where they are likely to fuck up everyone else's day. Those poor drivers who hit the girls, poor poor people. On a side note, the traffic generally slows down when the police have lights flashing on the side of the road, so am guessing they got hit at about 40-50mph, this isn't the usual motorway traffic but still - ouch!!!

Because they made a break for it and got hit. The entire motorway stops!!! Massive tail backs ensue. People's lives are stopped due to these stupid bitches! One of them then tries to have a similar thing happen on the other side of the motorway, after assaulting an officer who is trying to save her life (let her fucking get hit, maybe she'll die and then she'll learn not to play on a motorway!).
Plus a helicopter gets called out to take the first stupid bitch to hospital. Do you know how much a call out of a helicopter costs? About £1000 apparently!!! And after all this bullshit, the second stupid bitch gets one day in jail! ONE DAY!!! The other gets to sponge off our National Health for 7 weeks! To me, this is extremely unfair justice! They risked their own and hundreds of other peoples lives, as well as upset a couple of drivers who hit them and also, could have caused numerous crashes along the way. They then have a helicopter called out to them, another cost. They probably had legal aid at the court hearing and 7 weeks on the NHS and then we get the added cost of paying for one of them to go to jail for one day - I'd have rather invoiced them for everything and made them pay it or face jail in Sweden for 6 months! At least that would have made more sense and not pissed our money and services up the fucking wall!

Now I know I sound like I read the Daily Mail, wear wellington boots to walk my dog across the fields, while in my Barbour mac and obviously vote Conservative but really? Can you really tell me it was worth saving their lives? Is one of them going to save someone elses life? Is one of them going to cure Cancer? Doubtful!

Some people have said to me, they can't be straight in the head, drugs must be involved but still, what the fuck?! In my eyes, it would have been easier, cheaper and quicker to have left them to it.

Nothing like a clever advert...

http://www.break.com/usercontent/2008/9/Diesel-SFW-XXX-577249.html

Max & Gabe

I stole it from Radiohead's website, they stole it from the web, but it is funny...

The best lies we tell, are the ones to ourselves

I'm the queen of making up excuses for why I should or shouldn't do something. This isn't generally directed at work related things but towards my personal life, yes indeed.

I spent 6 months telling myself why I shouldn't date someone before, I also spent 4 months telling myself I should. I've spent nights lying awake at night convincing myself that I must buy something - mainly clothes but I can convince myself that my life will end if I don't own a certain item - I'm the worst or the best person to go shopping with, depends what you want. These are all excuses for one reason or another...basically, I know when I'm procrastinating but that doesn't stop me.

For the last 2 years I've been making the excuse that I don't run, due to not having the appropriate music playing device. Before this, I used the excuse of no suitable footwear. After 2 years of constantly telling myself and myself happily believing it, I've caved and spent £30 on a 2gb ipod shuffle. I did save £10, so this is a worthy cause to spend my hard earned cash on. Plus I don't currently have a boyfriend to waste my money on, so am quids in!

Although I did realise something awful yesterday, I don't own any sports socks?! Now, it's not that I don't want to go running, I actually do. It was the only sport I was good at, at school. But I'm easily distracted by things like beer, food, sitting, watching mind rotting tv, etc. I get excited about heading out and then find a reason not too.

2 years ago, one of my other excuses was that I lived on a very main road (far too public to get cramp, red hot, sweaty and eventually keel over in), then it was that I was cycling loads so didn't need to run but now? I live near the park on a very quiet road, so can keel over in peace and quiet. But I live half way up a hill (not a good look - crawling up a hill, not quite what was expected). I know what will happen, I'll run down the hill first (it just makes sense) and then get to the pub at the bottom of the hill, jog on the spot outside the window for about 10 minutes and then decide I need to use the facilities and on my way out, I'll stop for a chat with the bar person and then will have to order a pint, as it's just being polite, but of course I'll run home afterwards, it only makes sense.

I am going to attempt a little run here and there, if I can I'll go once a week, if not to the pub, maybe further. I mean, if I don't, no one else will. And this spare tyre I store will only stay put. Although like I said, I don't have any sports socks...what was that?...a pint free...oh ok, if you insist.

Another favourite blog of mine...

www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com

Pure genius!!!

Now time for the best URL of our time

The best url I've seen in some time: http://www/ivefuckedupbiggergigsthanthis.com 

This is a blog from Radiohead's crew, who at times get a little bored!

Waiting Room Game

When waiting at the doctors, or hospitals I like to play a little game. When you walk in to the waiting room take a look at the people in there. Now pick someone and give them a name, it has to be someone you was in there before you, as they are more likely to get selected before you.

Now give that person a full name. Maybe pick a couple of people and give them name. Then sit and wait...maybe if you fancy it, give them a little story too. Eventually they'll get called up, they are (sadly) never called what you've named them, but maybe one day?

It's not much but it passes the time and is normally quite entertaining!

You can't catch a toilet seat from aids

'Morning Campers', is what I was hoping to hear at the weekend, alas I was camping but not in the 1950-60's, shame really. My obvious response would have been "hi-de-hi", instead of the tent turtle sick bucket that I became after drinking everything Devon had to offer in the way of alcohol and having a drunken walk down to the beach at 3am, where the coastguard kept on coming by to make sure my friend hadn't found the sea and decided to go for a morning swim in the dark.

This weekend was glorious, it was Luke's birthday, he was turning 27, so had the grand idea of dragging a group of his nearest and dearest friends to the Devon coast to camp??? I know, I was thinking that I was 26, not 6, but I have a rule of only one camping expedition a year, so had to stand by that rule. Most went down on Friday, myself a couple others took my shiny new car down on Saturday due to other commitments on Friday night.
The drive down was quite funny and so long due to everyone in the north part of South West England deciding to also head that way and the roadworks Bristol is currently doing, grand idea to do them on the South West express route during the "summer"?!
We finally arrived to head to the pub, in true countryside style, it was about a 3 mile walk away from anywhere. The weekend was a rather lovely affair, with a great group of friends and some how I managed to get some sun, even though I spent nearly all of Sunday puking and hungover in a tent, well what else is drink for other than to make you feel incredible about yourself and then take it all away again.

My new car is finally here, at last, only a month late and I nearly didn't it at all. It's come with a dent (which is be beaten out, once the chap can fit me in) but also a nice discount for said dent. It's shiny and relatively new and goes like the clappers and has backdoors, you've no idea how important they are until they are taken away. I'm not use to them yet, I keep on trying to load things through my front doors. I no longer have a boot release but am coping with that just about. These things are tedious but the simple things are what you deal with everyday when driving...need less to say, I'm in love with it!!!

Anyway, enough of my drivel, I've a car to drive and work to do.

Sore losers are nothing but sore!

So, I'm not that in to the Olympics, I don't expect to win (isn't getting in to the event enough, I think so) but I have enjoyed it, not because we've been winning medals but because when I watched the opening ceremony, I spoke with an Australian friend of mine, who said she was going to support Oz this time round, as at least that way she'll see medals be won.

WELL, was I full of glee when on Sunday not only did we have more golds but we also had more medals in total! I'm not one to gloat, I find it generally a vulgar thing to do but I do like to put a little dig in occasionally, because I can. So I asked that for the next Olympics this friend continues to support Oz, couldn't resist. At which point, she said "well medals per population of the country, you come way down the list to us", I'd respect this comment, if the whole population competed but they/we don't. Only the athletes do!!! I know that we do come some way down the list of population per medal, as I also listened to the Radio 2 show that did this tally chart. Why did they do it? because they were ripping the piss out of the States for also being sore losers and for tallying the Olympic results by total medals! In fact, the country that comes first in medals per population is Bahrain and Oz is about 6th or 7th but realistically, I think the correct list results should have been medals per athletes!

Right the results are -

Country Gold Silver Bronze Total Competitors

China 51 21 28 100 639

USA 36 38 36 110 647

Russia 23 21 28 72 474

GB 19 13 15 47 311

Germany 16 10 15 41 452

Oz 14 15 17 46 435

So, if we do it competitors by total medals it reads:

USA 5.88 competitors per medals

China 6.39

Russia 6.58

GB  6.61

Oz 9.45

Germany 11.02

Now in my eyes this is how it should be viewed, not by population, yet if the Australians have to find some way (as the Americans did) to make them sleep safe at night and feel as though they are still a force to be reckoned with, whatever?!

I don't actually care, I guess I just have the typically English view that if you lose, you accept it, at least that way you can hold your head up high and also, they haven't lost, they've done a great job especially compared to many other countries (there were approx. 204 countries competing and they've come 6th, that's good in my eyes) but I guess to some, that's just not enough!

Oscar Wilde had it right...

...with one of his more commonly known quotes "I can resist anything, except temptation". Too bloody true.

Temptation, it's a hard one, for me as a consumer it's all around and I always buckle, someone mentions crisps or chocolate or going out for a pint and my mind starts spinning...dreaming of those salty potato slices, the sensation of melted chocolate on the tongue or that fizzy golden juice to quench my thirst. Even writing this, I'm thinking about how on my way home I could pick up some beers. And then my main problem crops up again, I've no money. I've ways around this by going to the pub I work in and putting it on my tab but no no, can't do it...I've been so good lately. 

I've been so good in fact, that I've finally finished jobs around the house that needed doing; I've finished wall papering my wardrobes (only took me 8 months), have also resorted my wardrobe, finished a friends birthday present, fixed some broken items and I may even tonight get my sewing pile semi sorted, who knows?! Or then again, I may get bored of being in and cave by going to the "pub at the bottom of the hill" for a thirst quenching drink?! 

Bloody temptation, no matter how little or small, it's all around and always ready to pounce.

I've also just discovered that New Look is finally online, ever since the new shopping centre in Didcot opened, it's become my favourite shop to buy clothes and shoes from, not that I buy much any more due to my "financial issues". This is enough to make me want to drawl through the pages and pages of shoes and clothes, was also trying to suss out ways to buy without having to pay immediately - yeah I know, stupid as it is. I won't be applying for a store card, that is one lesson I've learnt. Also don't have a credit card currently due to my "issues" and have no intention of applying for another one. But in the back of my consumer run brain, someone is crying 'find a way, these things sell like hot cakes, they'll be gone by the time your cheque comes through, just do it!', but I won't give in, well not till my cheque comes and then I may give in a little...

Story lines that don't add up

Lots of people complain about Sex and the City (all blokes can please hold their comments) and how unrealistic it is with pay, flats, lifestyle, etc (i'm a huge fan, don't get me wrong, not in a compulsive scary way but I like it) but my biggest problem is the fact that Miranda Hobbs had a baby with a guy called Steve Brady. They aren't married and live separately, she decides to call the kid Brady (yep his dad's surname) and then in Series 6 they get married, so the kid is now called Brady Brady - is it just me or is this extremely cruel? Especially as it's brought up when Samantha mets Smith Jared that it turns out his parents called him Jared Jared.

And another problem with a TV show I have is Fraiser. Daphne (played by Jane Leeves who is from Essex) is supposed to be from Manchester, she has a southern accent. Her brother Simon (played by American Anthony Lepagho - Without a Trace) comes to visit and has an cockney accent, even though he's supposed to be Manchunian. Later on, her brothers Michael (played by Robbie Coltrane - Scottish) and Stephen (played by Richard E Grant, English) visit. Michael has a mumbly Scottish accent and Stephen has another southern English accent. Fraiser is supposed to be an intelligent show, surely someone realised that Manchester is up north and has a rather obvious accent, and they got away with this monstrosity of accents for 11 years! I like the show but every time I watch it, I just get frustrated and it doesn't help that it's on TV at the time I'm getting ready to come to work, so it's either put up with it or watch Jeremy Kyle - there no contest really.

Back to me, with the old way...

Randomly, I'm slowly becoming less private than I was, which is kind of scary. I've spent the last year of my life, being very private and over the last two months I've slowly become the old me (who wasn't a bad model) and am glad for it. I'm not so guarded or sheltered. 

Hence some drunken blogging, nothing like it!

Have spent the day with Viktorious. Awoke, called the wonderous being, showered, dressed, joined her for some shopping delight, obviously her shopping delight, we all know my current financial plans. We pottered, we ate Mexican for lunch (was about the size of a small baby), shopped some more, drank a jug of Pimms, tried on some of the most horrendous dresses Debenhams had to offer (truly awful), some drinks in Copa (Wig & Pen to the old Oxford lot) at which while walking up some stairs, I stumbled, threw my pint and her wine up, caught most of my pint and lost most of her wine, stabilised myself, curtsied, thanked everyone for watching my trick and carried on my way. Watched Sex and the City the movie (just what I wanted, tears, laughther, shit in the pants fun, Nina joined us for it - yeah!), Sushi and then some more beer fun and banter!!! - fan-fucking-tastic night!!!!!!!!!! - extra !!!!! for the fucking hell of it!

Am now drinking fizzy wine and watching Grease 2, trying not to sing along, like Chips and I did last week - all  the while wearing awesome emo alice bands from Harrods (Primark), "Reproduction, baby give it to me now, Reproduction, is that all you think about", yeah you know the words, sing along!!!

God I love life and my friends for being exactly who they are! x x x

Here's Nina for some random crap in the pant hell of it - 

so as pippa mentioned we're watching grease 2 (first time for me) and i'm slightly bemused by the a) extreme 80s take on a supposedly 60s soundtrack and b) how the hell frenchie has a voice naturally that sounds like shes been inhaling helium all her life and just now c) pippa singing in my face using a bubbly bottle as a microphone and interpretive dance moves- it's impressive...

i seem to have develop a sign recently that states 'i'm single and want very weirdo in the place to speak to me'..i suppose it could be entertaining to a point except that i seem to have also developed and instinctive 'fuck off' response followed swiftly by an apology for being so arsey. to be honest i just need to kill the apology response...it's mildly amusing to be able to tell people what you actually think of them. ok very amusing...i'm sure i'll grow up soon but in the meantime :o)

anyways, i shall leave the entertaining  to pippa..i seem to be better at insulting people at present..oh, but for the record i highly recommend sex and the city... i was surprised and impressed at how much of it rang true to life.....

Let's do it for our country, the red white and the blue - maybe that's just me, willing to do it. Ok maybe not, but with the charm, banter, cheesy lines and usual bullshit, I love it all! Although if someone did start singing this song to me, I'm not sure if I'd call my gay mate or shag them - who knows, let's try it and find out, preferably with the guy I fancy but I doubt he even knows this film, he's way too COOL - god damn it!

Am really enjoying our house currently, it's in the exact clean state I left it in, no broken glasses, drunken alcohol, eaten food or mess. I'm not really one of those people who actively misses people. If I remember them, there is a part of me who wishes for a minute with them but in every day life, it's just not part of who I am. While in Kiwiland, I missed a couple of my best mates, because I desired to be the real me, not the polite well brought up me but I didn't long for anyone in particular. But there is a hole in our home and it's filled by our version of the Vengaboys - party all hours of the day, leaving mess, chatting usual drugged filled party crap and kebab wrappers fuckers - bless their little fun having hearts. It wouldn't be as fab without them and it really isn't! They'll be back on Tuesday night and I'll probably hate it, loads of drying laundry, rotten food and stories. 

Crushes, are they called so as that's how you end up feeling?

So, I've been having trouble keeping up with my blog, I've already apologised about this but I have found a way to track my brain sick, while on the run, or should that be road - well whatever. I've found a new way to still bore you all sensless with my inane crap. Bad luck!
Below you will see how they will probably look from now on in. Except when I have an occasion near my computer, obviously!

The only down side with this type of blogging, is that you'll realise how bad I am at puncuation and grammar - god bless the auto correct, if only they could do it for proper English, rather than the crap American's claim is English. And could implant it in my brain.

How time flies when you work...

I know I've been neglectful and don't deserve my blog. I have attempted to write a couple of blogs but I get halfway through and loose my track of thought, or my wind, or my effort, etc - I just get bored, I suppose these things happen when you do something for so long, after a while things get a little boring. Plus I've been extremely busy and don't have much time for myself at the moment, which kind of sucks but I'm coping.

Recently I've been having to relive my past. It's been very strange...way too many break ups going on in one place. Although for once I don't feel tired, fed up, angry, upset, fed up, annoyed, wound up, depressed, for once after having to relive what happened when I last broke up with someone (the almighty heart crippling break up), which was about two and a half years ago or so, I don't want to tear something shred to shred. I feel at peace with the past. Yeah I suppose it should have taken less time but when new things constantly crop up, raking up the past, it's hard to allow it to be left where it should be but for once and all, I'm at peace with the break up that broke my heart. Also, am extremely comfortable with being single, I actually forget at times that I am, which has happened since I was about 16. I suppose both things could be linked to the next thing (below), as when you have no time, you have no time to over think, which would make sense I suppose.

I've been working my arse off. By the end of this month, I will have worked a total of 255 hours. On average about 53 hours a week. It doesn't sound like much to some of my friends and to others it sounds like hell. But I'm coping. It was hard in the first week, 4 nights at the pub, 5 days at work but now it's just what I do. And it's what I'll be doing or another year, although after June, I may lessen my hours or rearrange them slightly, so I can rest more during the week. But it's been fun and I feel like I'm actually working towards paying off my debt. Although right now, most of it has gone to the utility companies, which sucks!

Plus, is it just me or are others also tired with having to constantly ignore friends requests (on facebook) from people they went to school with, whom they have no interest in. Constantly I get requests from people whom I hardly spoke to at school, let alone gave a shit about and now they constantly try to add me, surely they get the idea?!
My friends are: people who I know relatively well or had a very good laugh with once or twice, people I see regularly, people who mean something to me, people who are just too good to pass up the chance to not be friends with or to spy on.
Not people who I met once and never spoke to again, or people who I once went to school with 10 years ago and haven't seen since and if I did, I would most probably ignore.

Morons were placed here to annoy/entertain us all...

So, this week has been a week of constantly telling people that these people aren't available, and a whole lot of yes no three bags full syndrome.

I have sent quite a few emails, apologising to people (who want to borrow the people I work for) as these people are unavailable due to heavy work loads this year and every time, I receive a reply along the lines of the following"oh i didn't want to do it immediately, are they free at the end of the year?", now surely my response of "i'm sorry this year is very busy with schedule, promotion and touring", books up the entire year?! Well I'd have thought so but apparently not. I now have about 10 emails I'm ignoring, if i could reply once more in an unprofessional manner, my response would be 'if you can't read, don't email'.

Also, had a classic call a minute a go.
Chap: "Hi, I wondered if such a such were free for a party next wednesday?",
Me: 'I'm sorry they are playing a gig up north on that day'
Chap: "The whole band?"
Me: (thinking: No, of course not the whole band, that night we decided to be experimental, send half of them to your party and the bass player and keyboardist to the gig - of the whole fucking band! Professionalism kicks in), yes the entire band are playing the gig.

IDIOTS!

Glange Fever should knock your socks off!

A very funny video by some chaps I know:

Anyone for squash?

Now I generally find Victoria Beckham rather repulsive, but of late, I find her even grotesque and one of the main points of disgust are her breasts, they're so horrid.
At which point did people think that two flatten balls of flesh pressed against the torso was a good look?
I like breasts, of course not like a man, but they are very attractive and can look incredible but when someone has fake boobs, not much can be done to make them look better, or attractive in my eyes.

When a breast is lifted (by bra or whatever method) it should slope and look pert, not be squashed and flattened.

I think that one of the sexiest things about a ladies cleavage is the natural slope from the top to the tip. And the slight cleavage spacing, not tightly squashed together but loosely pushed together - it looks amazing!

I know it's not just Ms Beckham's breasts which are repulsive (look at her face?! Nah, that wasn't quite what I meant), I'm implying that I know loads of people have boob jobs and some of theirs look fine (not constantly squashed and horrid) but her's are just awful and if girls are growing up, thinking they want to be like her and see her breasts as nice, they are seriously misguided.

I do wish she'd put them away to be fair, well in fact, I wish someone would put her away full stop and loose the key. I mean seriously, what does she do?! And how can someone live without smiling constantly?! And what sort of materialistic screwed up view on the world will her kids have?!

My CD player extraordinaire!

The CD player in my car has been having issues of late. He has started to believe he is anything other than a CD player.
I'm not sure what he thinks he is but it's definitely not a CD player, other wise he'd play the CD's I put him in, regardless of what they were or maybe he is fed up with my taste in music and decided to take it upon himself to stop playing anything he dislikes?!

It used to be that he would play anything but occasional home burnt CD's. But over the last few months, he's got pickier and pickier. It started with him refusing to play some pop (Kylie was most put out), then he decided that he'd refuse perfectly good classic music (The Mac and Mamas & Papas weren't overly impressed to say the least), now I have to confess around this time I was also listening to a lot of Queen and I mean a lot!!! So maybe he got fed up with me singing along to all 3 greatest hits albums?!
But since then, the beginning of December to be precise, he's become so temperamental that the only CD's I can guarantee he'll play are: Barry White, Tina Turner, Radiohead's In Rainbows and occasionally Arcade Fire's Neon Bible and that is it, from my collection of about 20 CD's in my car!

So when I've a craving for something special, as long as it's one of four CD's, it's fine or if I've got my iPod, it's fine, although it really isn't, as the iPod trip I've got occasionally buzzes and also is a lot quieter than the CD's are, so there is no chance my eardrums will start bleeding due to excess noise.

I'm definitely thinking that my CD player thinks it's a cassette player or something similar. He just doesn't quite understand the media of the digital age anymore...bloody thing!