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!

I’ve done what I never thought I would do.  I’ve gone got myself a Macbook, and sold my soul and related accessories to Apple.

I never thought I actually would.  Not because of the product itself, but more so because I get a bit pissed off with the brand and it’s creeping world domination.   Also, people who use Macs are such creepy converts – its like a cult or something.

So why have I done the deed?

Is it because I’ve finally realised my creative talent that I’ve got myself a Mac?  Well no.  Sorry Mr (or Ms) Apple Brand Manager – no matter how you position yourself, I do not believe that owning an Apple Mac will make me creative, arty or individual.  That you need the talent there in the first place is obviously bad news for the Dalston-East-London-floppy-haired-spray-on-jeans-self-proclaimed-fashionista-art-types.  Owning a Mac doesn’t automatically make you a designer.  Sorry about that.

Ok, so is it because the MacBook is easier to use than a PC?  Well…to a seasoned Mac user perhaps it is.  But for a newbie like me it certainly isn’t.  It took me about an hour to work out that the cmd key is the equivalent to the ctrl key on a PC.  And I had no idea how to delete things until someone showed me (its fn and the back arrow in case you want to know).   Also, crazily, the hashtag symbol is alt + 3.  Why God!  Why!  It makes no sense!

So is it because it has better functionality?  Perhaps.  I had a demonstration a few weeks back on the amazing things that Final Cut can do.  And I’ve just downloaded InDesign CS4 on a 30 day trial and it works really well on the Mac.  I also really like the mouse pad (although its very sensitive – I keep rotating things accidently which is really annoying!)

So is it because it is pretty?  That might have had something to do with it.  After having a shockingly ugly laptop for years (it was in a sale so I got it despite the fact that is was uggo), its nice to have something that is sleek, silver and has a big glowing apple on it.

Alright – the real reason I got a Mac is because, well, I could.  Prior to a few weeks ago, I would not have been able to afford one, but courtesy of the thieving idiots that burgled my flat and the competent insurance men, I was in a position to replace my original shit laptop with one that was a bit more pukka pies (i.e. had a decent about of hardrive and wasn’t Barbie pink – yes I don’t know why they thieves took it either!)

So there.

Oh and the friendly man in Comet gave me £50 off.  Bargain.  (It always pays to barter in shops).

Anyway, despite joining the cult of Mac, at the moment, the verdict is out as to whether it is actually better than my old PC.  A good start would be if I can just work out all these buttons…

The New Forest

The New Forest

Me - Monkey Lady - about the climb a tree..

Me - Monkey Lady - about the climb a tree..

Walking from Lyndhurst to Brokenhurst, New Forest

Walking from Lyndhurst to Brokenhurst, New Forest

See how I jump the burbling brook...like a gazelle!

See how I jump the burbling brook...like a gazelle!

Beasts of the Forest

Beasts of the Forest

The intrepid explorer views the terrain (Bear Grills has NOTHING on V!)

The intrepid explorer views the terrain (Bear Grills has NOTHING on V!)

Beasts of the Forest part II

Beasts of the Forest part II

Welcome to Devon and the Bleakest Beach in the World!  Crabbing in the rain on the beach with V's nephews

Welcome to Devon and the Bleakest Beach in the World! Catching crabs in the rain on the beach with V's nephews

The Valley of Rocks

The Valley of Rocks. Lynton, Devon

Beach at Dawlish Warren, Dawlish, Devon

Beach at Dawlish Warren, Dawlish, Devon

the Devonshire Hills

the Devonshire Hills (another view from the Valley of Rocks)

…just board up all the windows from the inside!

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