If you live in Great Britain you will have no doubt noticed the Daily Mail’s ridiculous headline calling the comedy show “My big fat quiz of the year 2012” a “sick show” because some of the celebrity comedians drank wine and were probably a bit drunk. Also because they made crude jokes. This is the nature of Jimmy Carr’s, the host of the show’s, comedy. It was broadcast after the watershed of 9pm which means it is fair game. if you have a problem with crude jokes, don’t watch it, there are alternatives to the show on, why not watch Jools Holland? I bloody love his hootenanny show.
To reiterate, don’t watch something you think you will get offended by, simple as. Leave it to us, who might enjoy watching it, and don’t take it so seriously as some people.
So today I took my first bath in over 4 years I believe. No, its not because I stunk, I normally shower. Nosey.
Now typically, baths have this image of being a wholesome experience that should truly enrich your life and restore all your emotions to balance. So, after having a long day at work where I had been non-stop, I thought this would be the perfect solution to a long day toiling at a computer.
I decided to set the mood by putting on some music, used some mellow lighting (not by choice, had to have a lamp since the main lights’ bulb had blown) and, of course, some soothing bubble bath.
I thought I was all sorted, after clicking play on the album (Rumours by Fleetwood Mac) and getting into the bath at about track 2 (Dreams) I rested my head back on the towel and tried to relax, taking in the sensuous scent of almonds, and enjoying the soothing sounds of Stevie Nicks vocals. And I found I couldn’t relax. My knees were sticking out. My body was crouched into the smaller-than-I-remember tub. The bubbles kept annoying me. I could already feel my fingers pruning. After being tired all day, now that I was in the bath, I was wide awake. To top all that, I got out the bath soon, approximately on track 5 (Go your own way) which meant I had spent about 5 minutes in the bath, which probably is less a time than it took to prepare it all.
Don’t you just hate it when you say something incredibly embarrassing to someone on FB chat, a joke that works between you two about the guy their seeing, just to find it was their guy they are seeing who posted that?
Dance with you by Black Lips is a brilliant dirty song. Not dirty lyrically mind, but rather the way the beat gets faster and slower almost lazily, and the distortion of the guitars plus the strained vocals gives it a great feeling of awesomeness.
I have been sat in this house all day pretending to do work because I am supposed to have a parcel delivered to me sometime between 9 and 5. It is currently quarter past 3, and I have yet to see anything but the most incredibly warm and sunny day outside which I have in now way been allowed to enjoy because of this PARCEL!!!
I sincerely hope that the lady or gentleman turns up with this parcel soon so I can at least take a walk down the road and feel the sun on my face, rather than having to pretend to enjoy it through a window.
Since I moved out from home and into the wide world of uni there are certain things you miss out on. Sunday roast dinners, for example , are something I greatly miss being cooked for me, and I never eat them at uni because, well, I am far too lazy to cook something as large as that especially when it is just for me.
What I wanted to talk about was Easter eggs. I am sure that a lot of people out there all enjoyed tucking into their Easter eggs on Easter sunday, full of Easter deliciousness. Easter. However I, being much much further away from my family than the average uni person, and the fact that I didn’t go home for Easter, I was not gifted with this scrummy chocolate delight.
But I have a solution, I have made it my own tradition to buy myself an Easter egg in the reduced sales after Easter has gone, this year I got my self a Cadbury’s double decker one.
But is this actually acceptable, or am I a bit strange? Should I force people to buy me one instead? Answers in comments/on a postcard people!
I love listening to my ipod on shuffle because there is always a song I have never listened to before and actually really enjoy, this is one of them. I believe this is the original version of “sun is shining” most people might know better from the bob marley dance remix brought out in the early 2000’s.
Either way this is an excellent track with a great brass sound and backing chorus.
- Don’t sit on bird poo. Having another creatures on your own bum is not a good experience
- Limkokwing university is a real university, although it definitely does not look like one on the outside (except its sign of course).
- Pigeons enjoy eating chocolate covered cornflakes, but not liquorice allsorts
- Cyberdog in Camden town, is the most surreal shopping experience you’ll ever have, clothing I’ve seen in there shall most likely scar me for life
- Camden town, incidentally, is one of the most surreal places in the UK you shall ever go. Except Plymouth.
London is a fascinating city, so many rich and diverse cultures all catered for in one massive hybrid of buildings connected by underground tunnels. So many people make and break their lives in this one place. This city makes decisions that affect not just the city, not just the UK, but more often than not, the world. Yet, when I travel about in it, the most fascinating parts are the small side streets, the quirky, unusual shops and buildings, hidden away from the vast majority of the public, but to that one person working there, is their complete universe.
I often look about and see people getting far too stressed out.
A prime example is whenever the Apprentice is on. They constantly stress because they are competing against each other, but are forced to work in a group. I would love Lord Sugar to sit them all down and discuss as a group why they think they should all have a job, maybe sum it up in a singular photo. This could be the way to decide who gets the job.
It shouldn’t be about who is the most aggressive but the one who can be happy to everyone and get stuff done.
Maybe we should all take life advice from Bez. if you don’t know who Bez is, he is a member of the famous 90’s British band, Happy Mondays. Well, band member is a bit strong, he started turning up to every single gig they played, stoned out of his head, so they got him on stage, gave him some maracas and let him just wander about whilst they played. Without a care in the world.
This is what we should all be like. Care free, and happy, with maracas.
This year, I’ve suddenly noticed how many people my age back home are having babies. Obviously the guys are not pregnant. But there are a fair few people who I was in school with who are either pregnant or have already had a baby.
I certainly have no desire to have a baby right now, but why do people people really want to have babies right now?? Does their life necessitate a kid?
There also seems to suddenly be a insurgence of baby programs. No one needs that in their life, it just makes women broody from my experience. Perhaps this is the cause of all these young babies. I shall put it in a simple diagram.
WOMAN ALWAYS WANT BABIES - MEDIA DECIDE EARTH NEEDS MORE BABIES - WATCH BABIES ON TV - WANT BABIES MORE - HYPNOTISE MAN TO HAVE BABIES - HAVE BABIES