I’m starting to feel a bit self concious now about blogging about tv - I swear to god its not the only thing I do.
I just got bored of watching “Lilly Allen and Friends”, a tv chat show which premise seems to be “get the audience to write it for us and we’ll headline it with Lilly Allen cos she can sing good and is amusing”
The whole of the first episode seemed to be “here is an example of what we like, but we want you to send it in for us!” - eg, video clips of animals fucking (yes, ok, so they are strangely and wrongly amusing). They also got David Mitchell on and did a fairly bland interview, at which point I switched off.
In the beginning Lilly (I keep wanting to spell that with an e…I don’t know why) Allen (I also feel uncomfortable calling celebraties by their first name even though you know who I mean - I’m not friends with her and so it seems weird.) asked members of the audience to relay a funny and embarrassing story about themselves, and its always fun watching people sell their dignity for a small moment of telly time, but when she said their names, none of them even tried to pretend to be shocked - it was clearly rehearsed and that takes the fun out of the whole situation. Its far less humiliating!
I have to say I’m disappointed - I’ve thought Lilly Allen was funny and I like her music, but her show just felt very scripted. Maybe I’m being mean - she’s not a comedian really and this is the first episode and I couldn’t do better but I’m not going to be watching that again.
I’m also not going to watch it because its a bad influence and got me hurt; L.A (there, less letters…which I’ve just added by typing this…) can fit her fist in her mouth, and it looked fairly easy and I though “well everyone is always telling me I’ve got a big gob…” (despite being told by numerous dentists I have a very small mouth and have had to have a lot of teeth removed to ensure I don’t end up looking like I bought t-rex dentures) and yes, I stupidly tried…and failed, but in the process I managed to split the corner of my mouth. So now it hurts - stupid me.
Lotsa Love
Kat
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Everybody loves the story of the three little pigs - what could be cuter than pigs in building hats?! Well obviously not. I was pointed to this article by Simon, saying how the Three Little Pigs
“could not [be] recommended - to the Muslim community”.
- also - the story might ‘alienate parts of the workforce (building trade)’.
It went on to say
“Is it true that all builders are cowboys, builders get their work blown down, and builders are like pigs?”
Well actually when you look at some builders bums you do begin to wonder…
But seriously, next thing they’ll be saying is Cinderella is not suitable because of people who don’t have any shoes to loose, and what about snow white - adulterous bitch - 7 men?! What kind of a message is that giving?
This story actually made my blood boil. Honestly, what kind of madness is this that my children and my children’s children may not grow up with the legendary phrase “not by the hairs of our chinny chin chins, we will not let you in”
I’m all for cultural diversity, but can we please be sensible and think how many builders and Muslims have actually complained about this harmless children’s story - I think its an insult to these groups to believe they would be so petty.
In other news which isn’t
The coffee which makes you fat
and in reply I say
No shit sherlock, coffee, with cream, full fat milk, lard, chocolate syrup, chocolate sprinkles and marshmallows with a muffin has a lot of calories in?
*eye rolling*
Had my General studies exam today, and cleverly managed to get ‘teacup’ into my answer in which we had to respond to the arrest of tree huggers who had been camped out in a tree which was to be knocked down for the development of houses (I kid you not, that was the situation we were given, and we had to identify the problem, whose fault it was and what to do about it…) I said that it was
“Irresponsible and hypocritical to leave litter such as crisp packets, cans and teacups, laying around as these could all be environmental hazards.”
I also gave my examiner a little :) and a “Have a Nice Day” at the end of the paper.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
:) Have a Nice Day too
I just finished watching a channel 4 documentary (so you know its gotta be quality :p) entitled “My Fake Baby”. Its about People who collect plastic baby dolls which have been (very very skilfully) made to look as lifelike - you would swear some of them were real. Some even come with ‘heart beats’, they ‘breath’ suck etc (just like baby Annabell for those who know what I mean). Each one is a true work of art - really really incredible.
But…its so weird (if I’m honest a bit creepy). Some people spend so much money on what are, effectively, toys.
I mean I can start to understand the reasons, and it is harmless enough - for one woman she said she didn’t want children but liked having a clean perfect baby (Still, a little bizarre, but harmless). Another woman had a mock-up of her grandson made when he was a baby because he and his mother had moved to New Zealand and so she couldn’t see him much.
Its also sad…I imagine some of women have them who cant have real babies…and that really really is absolutly tragic.
Some of the models are just freakin’ weird - they look dead
For example
Yet, it is harmless, and I guess if I applied that to “you can have a real looking pony that neighs but doesn’t shit or die” hell, I get it completely!!
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
*EDIT*
I do not think these women are mad, I just think its creepy - and am I not entitled to my own opinion?
*EDIT EDIT* *EDIT EDIT EDIT*
Haha! I had no idea this would cause such a stir (okay, so not really a stir more a niggle in the grand scheme of things, but for this blog it really is an almighty whisk!) I have no idea how many of my commenter’s have found my blog but I naturally appreciate the interest.
I just found a ‘reborn baby nursery’ with what I think is a rather…inept name
Still Moments Nursery
No, I don't know here you can buy them etc, dont ask, you could try here.
In the oh so fascinating Irish History lesson yesterday, somehow I got into a heated discussion with Jess and Maria on the merits of each CSI series and which one was best.
I’m firmly in the camp of the original good ol’ CSI Vegas with Gil Grissom - man who knows all. Jess however likes CSI Miami. I detest that series - that bloody Horatio with those stupid sunglasses (well I suppose he is in Miami…) and that ridiculous flippy floppy hair (I suspect I’ve mentioned this before actually) I mean how many times does he need to take those sunglasses off and stare into the distance in one episode?!
Jess insulted Grissom, calling him “Bug Boy” - yes okay, collecting bugs is a wee bit odd, but he’s so smart and funny I can forgive him the odd peculiarity. He really does seem to know everything.
Maria likes CSI New York, which is a neutral territory for me and Jess - both can agree we can watch it.
I do love CSI. It is really really cool - its a good thing there are so many episodes to keep me hooked whilst I wait for the next series! (Whats going to happen to Sarah?! She and Gil were a way cute couple so they better not ruin that!)
I’ve had yet another revelation about history (they seem to be coming thick and fast) All this time I’ve been working, imagining this essay that is going to be like 10000 words, but…duh, its only going to end up at like 5000, which is about 650 words a section,and an extra 500 for one of my main points for me! So, I’ve already pretty much written 3 sections and I didn’t even realize it!
Whilst still daunting, this task is getting better with every moment of enlightenment.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
I watched a small section of dragons den today (Small due to the overbearing weight of history which seems to plague my every thought and luckily that worry now compels me to work. Finally!) and, whilst I do enjoy it, the more I watch it the more I hate the ‘dragons’. They sit there with highly conceited grins on their smug, fat cat faces whilst people explain their ideas - ideas which often people have invested entire life savings. Yes, some idea’s are truly ridiculous and do make you question the sensibility of humanity, the point is that these are peoples dreams, and those Dragons are just so damn rude about it all. Especially the lady - she seems to be constantly PMSing and takes every bad idea as a personal slight; seems to get angry about it as well! But honestly its such an example of the rich lording it over the little man, they sit and they play with them like cats with mice or Killer whales with seals before eating them alive!
Onto another rant (*oh god shes on that bloody soapbox again*): A2 courses
I hate the history course simply because its so incredibly stressful with this ridiculous individual assignment. Its massively huge and very very daunting and lurks menacingly in the back of my mind constantly. Personally I think it isn’t such a good idea to do it this way.
Maybe I’m missing the whole point of the education system?
Also, I (stupidly) chose something which most none of the history teachers know anything about. That was my own damn fault and I really would advise people against it - it means you are in the unknown and teachers cant even prod in the right direction (but picking an obscure topic means the marker is less likely to be an expert…)
Anyway I want to go watch Gordon Ramseys Kitchen Nightmares cos I’m sick of history.
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
I invite you to my house, along with around 46 other people, to enjoy a Halloween party where we all make far too much effort dressing up as everything from gangsters, pirates, playboy bunnies and Disney fairies, than 17 and 18 year olds should. I spend all day with two other party organizing Goddesses tidying, decorating and organizing the house.
The party itself is a blast for me personally and it seems to be, whilst jam-packed, a success and there was minimal sick, all of which was in a toilet.
There are about a million photos (which I will put up, people please stop bitching :P)
But then you had to go and spoil it
You use my house as a climbing frame for your own personal fun (and no, I don’t care if you’ve done it before. I also don’t care if you hurt your hand.)
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On other notes.
My dearest friend has been reading me her beautiful poetry - poetry which you should not listen too with a mouthful of tea as you will find yourself laughing so hard that a small amount of dribble oozes from your nose as you struggle not to spit tea on your week old monitor.
“You are ridiculous…enough said”
What a line people, what a line…
In my life recently:
I have failed as a student - I was doing work at 7am this morning due in today when I had all week to do it. As I was writing I was thinking
You ridiculous, stupid child. What exactly where you thinking? Did you think this would end well, did you think this was clever? Well let me tell you young lady! This was certainly not a good idea and I hope the teacher yells at you for poor effort and awful work.
I then realized I was actually talking to myself and quickly stopped.
I was offered the opportunity of a horse. Yes. An actual real life horse for me to help exercise. But due to certain obvious injuries I have, I had to pass up this opportunity. You have no idea how miserable that made me - I was -> <- that close…
A very much loved horse, Limerick, had to be destroyed due to colic at valley farm last Friday. I’m still struggling to believe it as I saw her late Thursday night after the vet had been and she was looking better. Its a great loss and she shall be missed - I know her stable buddy Lulabelle is currently pining for her (yes horses grieve)
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
Personally I do not understand these films or the mentality of those who create/enjoy them.
I Cannot understand why people want to watch other people be tortured - sure I enjoy scary films and thrillers, but these seem to be blood-fest’s for the sake of blood-fest’s: however brilliantly executed (no pun intended) they may be filmatically (I really don’t know if they are good in that way)
I have no desire to sit and watch human beings suffer, even if it is fake - that doesn’t seem like entertainment but more the quenching of a deep and dark fascination humans have with the thin line of sanity and the effect of pain and fear on people.
I know plenty of my friends like them for the gore factor, but is that truly it?
Please, can someone explain why you not only would pay to sit and watch Saw I but then go back another three times.
Its amazing how annoyed you can get just by reading something, I mean picture this; here I am just minding my own business, reading other peoples blogs (ok so not minding my own business) when BAZAM! I feel like I want to spit teeth and strangle someone. Maybe its just me, or maybe its the effect that the blog’s author has on people, who knows. But Seriously?! what the hell…
Yesterday I had another cross country lesson, which was awesome despite riding a pony (Saxon) who doesn’t seem to do anything other than a flat out canter when jumping XC. We did a few courses this time rather than individual jumps, the only trouble I had was slowing the little bugger down sow e could actually get a decent line up to and away from the jumps, so if anyone has some advice on how to slow down but not dishearten an excitable, hard pulling cob I’d really appreciate it (I tried half halts and I tried letting him run his own course). I mean, don’t get me wrong its really nice to find a horse so enthusiastic about jumping and clearly loving every moment, but I’d like a bit of control!
This evening is PARTY! W00ty! Due to many people working and so being about 10 people down from the numbers I usually have at my parties, I’m planning many drinking games and we have all been threatened with Aftershock by Jelly.
I’m looking forward to seeing all my bitches after our extended absence from each other where I feel I have become too normal and need to top up my insanity levels a wee bit.
I expect this is a fairly boring post
C’est la vie
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
God Allmighty please save us.
Why…why…why do the Brittish Government feel the need to use youtube?
I mean it was bad enough when Call-me-Dave did it with ‘web-cameron’, but now the ACTUAL government?
I mean, who are they kidding? HOw are they meant to be taken seriously when they are fannying around on a youtube channel? Whilst youtube is obviously a brilliant service, its not meant to be used for this…
Have a look at some NHS bullshit if you will…
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
I was watching the news and I saw the very sad case of how “A woman left infertile after cancer therapy has lost her fight to use embryos fertilised by an ex-partner.”.
Whilst I can understand how difficult it must have been for Mr Johnston to have to make this decision, I am disgusted at the outcome.
Completely disgusted.
He says “I wanted to choose when - I would have a child.” but for me that is the point - he has that luxery of choice Ms Evans will never have. To me, it seems very selfish of him; I can appreciate not wanting a child with an ex-partner, but surely there would have been agreements available so he would not be responsible for the child(ren). He is denying a woman the right to become a biological mother. I cant understand how anyone could live with that decision.
I cannot imagine what Ms Evans is going through right now and my thoughts are with her.
Please feel free to fight back if you don’t agree, I enjoy a good debate!
Lotsa Love
Kat
xxx
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