Like the seasons must change, so must my hair colour.

This season I shall mostly be wearing black

After the huge amount of hard work to pull of last weeks event (which you can read about here on my shiney new work blog) – I have suddenly come down with the poorlies. Which has meant a couple of days off work convalescing, sitting in my PJs and bored sh*tless by daytime TV.

However, I was cheered up no end by a ‘little incident’ that happened this morning.

V left for work at around 7.30ish – but not 10 minutes after I had snuffled by goodbye to him he was back.

A bird had shat on his head when he was just 5 minutes from our front door.

Oh I shouldn’t laugh – but he does take so much time getting his hair just right in the morning.

As I say – it’s the simple things sometimes.  Especially for an invalid confined to her bed.

It is the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall.  A cause for celebration sure – but who really was the driving force behind its fall?

After thorough investigation it appears that it can only be one of two men who single-handedly reunited east and west Germany…

hoffThe singer, actor and action hero David Hasselhoff (pictured right covered in puppies) claims to have sung down the wall.

 

But…

sarkozy

 

The altitudinally challenged French President Nicolas Sarkozy has recently claimed that he was instrumental in the collapse, as he patiently chisled it away with a pickaxe (see right).

 

My money’s on the Hoff…

Ah Morrissey…so melodramatic!

After being hit by a cup of beer at a recent gig in Liverpool, the melancholic old soul stormed off stage and refused to return.  Ok, it’s probably not very nice being hit with a cup of beer, but really – be a professional Stephen!

Here is a picture of the moment of impact (you shouldn’t laugh really, but it is quite funny):

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Interesting short video by Dove on the perception of beauty – just how do some of these models look so stunning?  Perhaps this is something that all teenage girls should see…

It’s alright to say that things can only get better – you haven’t lost your brand new sweater!

They don’t make ‘em like this anymore – early 90’s indie fun

It seems the creepy John Lydon dreams I kept having a few months ago were actually a portent of impending “giggage” – as Public Image Ltd have reformed and are performing in London this December.

So a couple of days ago I went out and bought a couple of tickets to appease the Lydon dream-demon.  Lets hope he leaves me alone now.

I do like PiL, and I’m really looking forward to the gig.  I just really hope that they play a variety of their earlier punk / experimental sounds as featured on the first few albums, Flowers of Romance, Metal Box and First Issue, and not so much of the dross from later in the band’s career.  Such as the hideous ‘dad rock’ sounds from the album That What is Not – which are enough to make a girl soil her bondage trousers in distress.

Anyway, probably best I end this entry on that unappealing note.  Here is some 80’s – tastic PiL to point your eyes at:

blackballoonThis feeling of worry, and impending stress is like a balloon being inflated inside of me by a vicious little demon.  When I feel it rise, I can squash it back down again – although it never goes completely down.  And I turn my back on it for a moment and bastard inflates it again.

It’s the fear of failure that is plaguing me.  Ridiculous, because I know in my heart that I have done my best, but I just can’t seem to squash that rising worry when I think that I could have still failed despite my best intentions.

Really, I should be able to burst the balloon of worry with my pin of logic – but the point seems a bit dull at the moment.

Ah well – the proof (as they say) will be in the pudding.  I just wish it was my culinary skills that were being tested…

I honestly couldn’t tell you how I’ve done it, but I appear to have somehow discovered the secret of eternal youth.

You heard it here first!

No, I don’t have a picture of myself aging in my attic (a la Dorian Gray), nor was I born old and have been getting slowly younger like Benjamin Button.   And, to my knowledge I have never drunk from the fountain of youth.

Yet, I appear to be looking younger as I get older.  Well – that is, if checkout staff in various outlets across the land are to be believed.

Lets check out the evidence;

  • May 2008 – ID’d buying beer for a BBQ in Sainsbury’s Colchester (they ask for proof of age for anyone who appears to be under the age of 25)
  • August 2008 – ID’d buying beer at Esso Garage, Exeter (they ask for proof of age to anyone who appears to be under the age of 21)
  • June 2009 – Bottle of wine in Sainsbury’s (again – they ask for proof of age for anyone who appears to be under the age of 25)
  • July 2009 – ID’d Entering a pub in Camden.  The lower age is 18 there.
  • August 2009:  Cigarettes in my local newsagent (the legal age to buy ciggies is 18 in the UK – which implies that I look 17! And no – I wasn’t buying them for me!)
  • Last weekend - ID’d for a bottle of wine in Marks & Spencer (they ask for proof of age for anyone under the age of 25)

Yet when I actually was an underage procurer of legally sanctioned drugs, I very rarely got ID’d for anything.

So – aside from possibly exposing my drinking habits –  this overwhelming evidence clearly illustrates that I am literally looking younger as I get older.

I can’t pretend I’m not chuffed to bits about this – being an elderly 27 years of age and all.

(When I find out how this miracle occurred I will, of course, share the secret on this very blog)

You know when you just have to listen to a song over and over again?

Well my ‘most replayed’ song of the week is Redondo Beach by Morrissey.

Originally recorded by Patti Smith, this song tells the tale of a how, following an argument between two people, the (girl?)friend commits suicide on Redondo Beach.

Nope, not the happiest number, but it has a lovely tune.

Listen below – or just look at the pictures of the beautiful Morrissey!

Serial charity shop shopper, idealist, cynicist, a would-be traveller, communications and community enthusiast, London based third-sector worker, and possibly more than just a little maladjusted.

The views expressed here are soley my own, and are in no way a reflection on the people I know or the organisations I work with. Just so we are all clear on that!

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