Tuesday, 30 June 2009
Friday, 26 June 2009
Wednesday, 24 June 2009
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Monday, 22 June 2009
Upstairs afternoon meeting.
Translation/Summary of Rant:
"Roisin, i'm going to shit all over you and you have to clear it up. OK? I just don't have the fucking time to fucking deal with my own messy stupid life."
Friday, 19 June 2009
Tuesday, 16 June 2009
2. Anyone that has lived that long to tell the tale, and by this I mean anyone over the age of 65, can say what they want. As soon as it pops into their mildly rascist wrinkly heads they spout it out. No filter between head and mouth. And the worst that they get in response is a tut tut or a rolling of the eyes.
3. Not only do they say what they want, but they eat what they want too. No more pretence at a figure keeping diet. If an old lady wants to eat biscuits three or four meals a day, then she will. Oh, and smoking pipes and/or 60 a day. Awesome.
4. The elderly get seats offered on buses they don't have to pay for. And they can talk to strangers and stroke dogs and coo at babies without anyone causing a 'what the hell's that peedo lady doing?' fuss. Lucky for some.
5. They don't have to work unless they want to. They can spend their pensioner days wearing slippers, doing crosswords, putting the kettle on, and watching afternoon telly. Sigh. Heaven.
6. By default, they have the best stories to tell because they have lived longer and seen better things, they know what they know, if you know what I mean. And you're never likely to forget these stories (if my own granny is anything to go by) because they get repeated to you so many times so many times so many times.
7. Nodding off is completely allowed, forgiven, and even expected. You've had a big meal and feel dosy? Why not fall asleep in your chair! Someone is waffling on about something that you can't hear or understand or care about? Take a nap! Oh, the envy.
8. They give the best hugs. A combination of a bit of bodily wobbliness, comforting old lady perfume, soft hands and spare time.
9. Their ability to constantly shock and surprise with choices of gifts. Book of erotic lesbian literature anyone? Marijuana leaf wallet per chance?
10. No matter what you think of them, they don't care. They were going to do what they were going to do, with or without your support. Rock on.
Monday, 15 June 2009
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Thursday, 11 June 2009
This reminds me of my 'too much time on my hands' adolescence. If the creator of this hadn't got there first, I'm sure I would have bothered to edit special effects into it too.
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
The story goes that Klass's insect repellent reacted with the varnish on the posts. Ha! Oldest one in the book.
The source tells how "Hotel staff had to peel her off slowly but surely."
Myleene Klass - omelette woman.
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
How do you move forward from this? He peaked at 4...
"However, in 1994, the French government banned six-year-old Jordy from television and radio, out of concern that he was being exploited by his parents. Rumors of exploitation were furthered when the Lemoine family opened La Ferme de Jordy (Jordy's Farm), a children's tourist attraction which was a financial failure. In 1996 Jordy's parents divorced; he returned to school and was later emancipated.
As a teenager, Jordy appears to have an interest in returning to the spotlight. His appearance on the second season of the French television show La Ferme Célébrités 2 on April 30, 2005was his first public appearance in almost 10 years. He was the final winner of this show on June 28, 2005.
His new band called is called Jordy and the Dixies, It's kind of emo but you would be if you divorced your exploitative parents... they're here and not very good....it's no Alison or Dur Dur, he doesn't rap anymore...
Here he is in an interview- check out the collar, the jury's out on weather he blossomed into something great or not. I say no.