Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Sunday, 28 March 2010

Sunday Snippet (15)

I'll never forget the day the day my Grampa gave me my first Werthers Original. I can remember well being whisked upside down by my dad, and the hearty cheer that went up after several back punches finally dislodged the lethal, creamy bastard from my windpipe! Gramps still  made me clean up the sticky stain from his carpet, mind you.

Wednesday, 24 March 2010

The Only Ginge I'd Let Near My Minge....!

As a strawberry blonde, I'm half way there myself.  I also gave birth to one and love him with all my heart. We're talking gingers here. Redheads are globally spattered (well, maybe not so much in Asia), there are heaps of them. So why then have I only ever found one sexually attractive.....?  As a twat who has dyed her hair all colours over the years (but not since 2000 - that was my millenium resolution never to do again!) and liked the spectrumed barnets of yore, why hasn't my secreting radar homed in on any other naturally juiced ginger?

In the 1995 film ,The Prophecy, where he played the nice angel, Simon, (below) I've always had a thing for ERIC STOLTZ. Fresh-faced and carrying a beautiful voice his character alongside Christopher Walken, (bad angel Gabriel) opposed perfectly:

Didn't quite fancy him so much in this film, but it was the film that really kick started his career. MASK was a tender movie, one I weep at with fury. I even tolerate Cher throughout the whole of it. Eric's acting was astounding in this true story where the poor little love died at 16:

He's slightly Bowiesque in this picture and I haven't a clue where it's from but I'd have no bother tending to what looks like a rather dry or punched bottom lip:

And here he is today, acting in some new drama series called CAPRICA. As much as they try to tone down those ginga locks to look 'subtlety-Brown' for his part in this Battlestar Galacticrap type load of bollocks (I'll get into Sci-fi one of these days) his redhead roots keep pushing in:

Eric - you are my only ranga, wannabe bonk.  Oh, how I'd love to share the ginger velcro effect with you. *sigh*, the pictures' formats aren't speckled they really are freckles.......

Friday, 12 March 2010

In Pieces Of Eight...

The delightfully mad and beautiful Dani has outed us to partake in her own recently tagged meme thingy. Here's my own pieces of eight.

8  TV shows I watch on occasion:

1. Judge Judy - can't get enough of her...damn, you American Idol. I'm losing Judy's because of you!
2. The Blue Planet.
3. Gary, Tank Commander.
4. Scrubs.
5. Eastenders. It's crap but it keeps the footie at bay!
6. Mock The Week.
7. Summer Heights High - Chris Lilley is Australia's best comedy writer/actor.
8. UK Customs - I'm amazed at what people think they can get past customs with. So fucking thick!

8 favorite places to eat and drink.

1. Gullnaar Indian restaurant.
2. Subway.
3. Marks and Spencer cafe - if I'm treated.
4. Pizza Hut.
5. Benny and Frankie's.
6. McDonalds.
7. JJ's.
8. Thorntons - okay, so not strictly seated for chocolate monsters but great for seeing how much you can eat before the police arrive...!

8  Things I look forward to.

1. My son Ross's band (video's are on my sidebar) CASINO playing a gig. (
2. My son  Adam's band  NO NEED FOR IDOLS ( playing a gig.
3. Plugging bands......
4. My daughter Kerri and son-in-law James, visiting from London.
5. Chocolate covered anything.
6. Blogging.
7. My bed.
8. Mornings with my cat.

8 things I love about winter.

1. Early darkness.
2. Snow if it's chuckable.
3. Christmas lights.
4. Dictating how warm I want to be, unlike summer.
5. Jim- jams and hearty soup.
6. Streets being old-people free.
7. Party time with flimsy outfits and stupid hats on.
8. Office party stories and how glad I am not to be working in one any more!

8 Things On A Wish List:

1.  My daughter to fall pregnant. She has  polycystic ovaries.
2.  Me to be pushing a pram as often as I can.
3.  To write more songs than I mentor!
4.  For that odd pound or two to bugger off  while I'm not looking (my purse not included in this wish!).
5.  To get seriously pissed (and be placed in the recovery position just in case....).
6.  For more people to be sincere.
7.  To turn back the clock and be a teenager again - just to kick Robert McMillan in the knacks for cheating on me!
8.  It won't really matter coz  I've no chance.........*sigh*. Yes....HIM again!

8 things I am passionate about.

1. Music.
2. Songwriting.
3. My summer bulbs. I jot down the design before planting.
4. Cruelty to children. I adore animals too, but my last pound would go in a children's charity tin.
5. Haagen Daz  Pralines and Cream ice cream. I'm a slut for that stuff!
6. Muller Cherry Fruit Corner. I need a daily fix and will moody-blueberry it if I run out.
7. My two handsome son's and their future. I would die for them.
8. My only daughter and her future. I would die for her.

8 things I have learned from the past.

1.  That some people never change.
2.  That I took shit I didn't deserve.
3.  That friends really do care more than family when it really matters.
4.  That kids (of all ages) take in a lot more than you give them credit for.
5.  That you'll be reminded of the bad things you've done (in haste usually) more than the good things.
6.  That music is a better healer than medicine.
7.  That others aren't quite so quick at helping out when YOU need THEM.
8.  That surprises are more rewarding than certainties.

8  Things I want/need alternately.

1. need - I need new reading glasses.
2. want - I want to run and jump and not care where I land.
3. need - I need someone to take a real interest in my passions, someone who shares the same.
4. want - I want to be a bad girl with a good boy. Illicit love affairs always interest me more.
5. need - I need a good bloody hair cut. It's a bit too long for my age now and I can't be arsed with tying it up and fussing over it every day.
6. want - I want to be at a non ending gig with every musical genius I admire. Local and famous.
7. need - I need to clean out PrettyBoy's goldfish tank. How that ugly google-eyed little fucker's surviving in that water, God knows. Me to the rescue again....!!
8. want - I want to stop feeling like a bloody public service and scream......"FUCK OFF!  DO IT YOURSELF"  but I never will. My heart's too soft and don't my head know it!

Sunday, 7 March 2010

Sunday Snippet (14)

A recent advert on television asked me to pay £10 per month to help free some mad bear. What a bloody disgrace! If anything, I'd pay triple that to keep the mental fucker locked up!  What's the world coming to?

Monday, 1 March 2010

Nefer On My Titi's!

We women would be liars if we said we were truly content with our bodies and features. We all have a little (or big) part of us we often say we would change given half the chance or monetary help.  I'm unhappy with my nose and always have been but it's my homage to my old dad. So I guess, money available, I'd keep Mr.Schnoz. Haven't done too badly in the past with it anyhow.  Had good looking boyfriends since high school days and the cheaper half was a looker in his time, too. My hair was and still is my crowning glory although I'm beginning to feel it's a little too long for my age now, and a bob is under serious consideration. Sometime soon.

So it truly baffles me how some women can take appearances to extreme lengths as did this Brighton woman. You'll no doubt know her story or seen her on telly for undergoing 51 surgeries to look like Queen Nefertiti. Her reasoning is that she was this queen in a past life but I reckon this is a curiously odd case of Body Dysmorphic Disorder.

After the famous bust of the Queen was found in 1912, she has went mental to look the double of it!  Sadly, she has failed. At worst she looks freaky. It is easy to tell that she has undergone self-induced mutilation.  Her now forehead goes on for miles and if I were her I'd consider a fringe lest she pad about in a Queen Nefertiti crown.  For all she knows Nefertiti may have had one once! I mean she was a bloody icon back then and no doubt was clad from the B.C.designers of her time (who was probably paid with wine, grapes and a snog/shag at her little brother or sister!).

I suppose my derision with someone like this is that there are lots of people out there with certain disfigurements that take a bashing from society.  My older son's (PrettyBoy) first girlfriend was born with a cleft palate. Obviously she had surgeries to correct it over the years and still is one of the prettiest little things (and gf I liked best so far!) I know. Inside and out. But it tore at my heart if anyone was cruel to her. There is mild scarring now, but it was a little more prominent when dating my son. She was real royalty to me though - a proper little princess. 

What I can't understand is how on earth this woman really knows what Queen Nefertiti looked like? I mean this genuine bust discovered a hundred years ago is really no certain assuring evidence (other than her supposed regular dreams) to rely on. Modern day women use and look for our most flattering photographs to share with the world and cringe and hide the truer versions if we can help it. So who's to say the bust itself didn't have a makeover.? That the sculptor did his Thutmose to deliberately chip here and there for the approval of the Queen?

 As with Cleopatra, I believe Queen Nefertiti was more of witty, than pretty woman. She stood by the side of husband Akhenaten and tried her utmost to change the existing religion to a monotheistic one, so everyone shared the same God, Aten. Yup, she was a lover of the sun as well!  The religion fizzled out after her husband died. Subsequently no one really knows the fate of Nefertiti. But I can say with utmost certitude she  isn't hanging around inside the surgery-riddled drum-skin of some 50 year old Brighton woman who's real problem in life is probably just ageing. It was what most Queens in their historic realms were afraid of most. Beautiful or not.