Tuesday, 23 November 2010
Thursday, 18 November 2010
No Need To Panic!
It may be the smallest venue EVER, with the most expensive bar, but my younger son's band No Need For Idols are headlining at Behind The Wall in Falkirk, tonight. It'll be a fight between me, Trish (the bassist's mum) and a hundred-odd teenagers to bag the booth at the back to climb up on to, to see the bands and take fab pics from there, otherwise we'd drown in a sea of elbows, pogo-ing, hair pulling, slidey floor, dropped cameras/phones, heels and B.O.So, see you there, sons. And I pwomise, we won't show you up tonight. We'll be as good as gold, no screaming, swearing, AND we'll stay put. No Need To Sidle.
I'm a very naughty girl but here's the link for a sneaky scrappy listen to Casino' s new tune: http://helenshere.blogspot.com/2010/11/starlight.html
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Office-ensive Puss-Puss
I love this new version of the classic upload. The guy who does the voice over is spot on (well not entirely as PrettyBoy pointed out - snob!!) and it's hilarious. Nothing like a kitty to cheer up your day....
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Move Over Pudsy......
For the charity Movember, (a portmanteau of the words 'moustache' and 'November') that originated in Australia, my two son's are helping fight prostate and other cancers facing men, by being scruffy little gits. For the whole of November they are not gonna shave under their noses. Hormonally, the younger one is only 16 and shouldn't need to shave. It wasn't so long ago he was still playing with his Action Man squad. They now sport Barbie clothes whenever I babysit the niece. There is nothing wrong with transvestism or gay play in childrens development these days.
Anyhow, back to the absence of hairs on their chinny-chin-chins to jaggy philtrums. PrettyBoy's university's follicle-ridden scrawny imports are mostly all joining in. (So could some of the girls, apparently.)They must start the month clean-shaven and let nature and eventually fibre putty, take it's course. The more ridiculous the 'tache, the better. Gingernut (who's bottle blonde in the pic) grows his body hair at a rate 4 times quicker than his brother's, so by Dec 1st he'd be like Grizzly Adam's if he left that chin alone.
To help boost the donations, PrettyBoy is getting his band Casino's (you know - the band every other band fucking hate) front man, Telfer, (who's a stylist - hair not clothes!) to dye his 'tache black and give it 70's handle-bar extensions for the final snap.
In ridiculous anticipation of how they or others may look they dipped my make up bag and mascara'd their tache's and present facial hair before the big shave. Here's the result........GingerNut looking cheeky, PrettyBoy looking glaikit and both looking for a healthy future as they continue to sprout!
http://uk.movember.com/
Anyhow, back to the absence of hairs on their chinny-chin-chins to jaggy philtrums. PrettyBoy's university's follicle-ridden scrawny imports are mostly all joining in. (So could some of the girls, apparently.)They must start the month clean-shaven and let nature and eventually fibre putty, take it's course. The more ridiculous the 'tache, the better. Gingernut (who's bottle blonde in the pic) grows his body hair at a rate 4 times quicker than his brother's, so by Dec 1st he'd be like Grizzly Adam's if he left that chin alone.
To help boost the donations, PrettyBoy is getting his band Casino's (you know - the band every other band fucking hate) front man, Telfer, (who's a stylist - hair not clothes!) to dye his 'tache black and give it 70's handle-bar extensions for the final snap.
In ridiculous anticipation of how they or others may look they dipped my make up bag and mascara'd their tache's and present facial hair before the big shave. Here's the result........GingerNut looking cheeky, PrettyBoy looking glaikit and both looking for a healthy future as they continue to sprout!
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