Saturday, March 31, 2007
Fruit fly's don't!
Fruit fly's are the new breed. They are young, and yes I admit that I am of the age where all the Mr Plods look like they've just graduated kndergarten, but these girls are junior junior league. When I see them in the clubs I keep looking round for their legal guardians. They are predominantly blonde and all wear similar little skimpy black dresses and lots of bling. They all have their own pet boy. I just don't understand, what have they done in life at their tender age to want to hide in this sort of relationship, AND, the boys are mean to them. The boys try to make the fruit fly's jealous by going off and dirty dancing with the sexy hot lesbians, and still they hang around. This has me so confused that I think I need to go and conduct more market research.
One more thing to ponder though is why is there no Lesbian equivalent? I guess the heterosexual male is the answer to that. If a fruit fly's pet boy started snogging another fag the fruit fly would back off. If a lesbian was out with a pet het and started snogging another woman, the het would want to join in, simple really.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
As I suspected, one needs to shake with both sides equally. Conclusion, purchase with caution.
Monday, March 19, 2007
When will people learn, I DON'T DO BALL SPORTS.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
- It's taken me the whole season to accept that my idols have been replaced and to warm to the new versions and,
- If I know I am going to watch the show I need to spend the entire day prior chanting "she is not a drag queen", "she is not a drag queen"
So, a whole days chanting wasted.
Jamie was particularly boring, I do tend to think he is so last century but apparently there are still millions out there who don't. Personally I think they just watch him out of pity because his parents didn't care enough to take him to speech therapy. In the last few years he has set up a new restaurant with social misfits as staff, revamped England's (well the Home Counties) school dinners, travelled on his own round Italy cooking al fresco, and now appears to be doing his version of the "Good Life" in some rustic cottage somewhere. Where is the wife? Where are the children?
However, the point of this post is that he has a new gizmo. This is the boy who turned the old stone mortar and pestle into a designer household item, but evidently they are now just so yesterday. To replace it he has an item that looks eggshape and screws together in the middle. Inside is a large round ball object. He places the herbs inside and shakes it very hard, he did appear to be giving himself an injury, and he really should take turns to shake with each arm equally as you wouldn't want to get lop sided. This gizmo seems to be made of a very strong material, maybe wheel manufacturers should investigate. It also had a name which I didn't catch and as the whole show was just so dreary I'm not about to rewind to find out.
I do forsee though a queue forming in trendy cooking shops around the country. I may do some market research during the coming week.