Thursday shiteness

I have routine for Thursday's. Mr C usually plays football, so it means it is MY night of doing what I want. It usually has a vein of finishing work sharp, meeting my mum for a bite to eat & a catch up or shooting home and making myself something childish for dinner (spagetti hoops on toast is a favourite).

I then usually watch what I want on TV ( eastenders/ makeover stuff/ ghosty things..) without the male cry of 'why do you watch thiiiis?!' while particpating in some beauty routine - nails/ leg waxing/ facial ..

Imagine my sheer delight when a friend told me that The Izzard had a new series beginnning tonight.. On a Thursday, MY night, uninterrupted.

Now, imagine my disapointment (and utter hatred of the Virgin / Sky fight) when I find out he does indeed have a new programme on tonight but on Virgin's main channel.

I subscribe to Sky.

I do not get Virgin 1 on my Sky television.
Arsebiscuits.

OH NO!!

Not Keifer..

http://www.splashnewsonline.com/2007/09/25/kiefer-sutherland-arrested-for-dui/

Today's query..

Shall I dye my hair dark again? I am not liking my highlighted look at present.. Everywhere I look there are highlighted blonde heads..

Plus it is expensive to maintain & needs done every 6 weeks as I HATE roots showing… so maybe a nice warm glossy chocolate for winter?

But then when I get it done will I find it too dull & want it back blonde again? Hmmm.. What to do..

(yes it is tough being me..)

Good God.

Shoot me...

My celebrity crushes are taking a turn for the worst. Not satisfied with humiliation of lusting after a man who wears a head band, I have now wandered into the cross dressing territory of Eddie Izzard.

I have always had a thing for men in make up, (Let me just state for the record – men in makeup not any she-male stuff ..OKAY?)

It all started with a love of Adam Ant. His prince charming outfits and eyeliner shaped my fashion love from the tender age of 4.., David Bowie, Mark Bollan, all made my list of utter coolness.

Later it manifested into the God of F**k himself, Mr Marilyn Manson. (Who I still secretly admire even though he is embarrassing himself quite a bit these days.. )

And now Eddie..

Hey, at last we can share nail varnish. I hear he has a fantastic collection.

Happiness is..

I will be taking inspiration from Mrs Fashion’s post and going home to scrub away by day. I love a hot bath with lots of products, so I will be running a deep one with lemon meringue scented bath foam , rubbing in some honey & brown sugar scrub to the rough bits … followed by lashings of Palmers coco butter and a fluffy bathrobe.

But before that I have some salmon fillets in the fridge which I will grill and serve with new potatoes (boiled until soft and then slightly bashed with some melted butter) and some french beans. Mr C and I will sit at the dining room table and dissect our day, interrupted occasionally by telling The Escape Artist to stop trying to climb up the back of our chairs or that he isn’t getting outside so he can stop yelling.

After that, I will be curling up with a cat & reading some more of my new book Wicked.

Some days, I just live for the clock to strike 5pm so I can go home to my family.

Cinderella Musings..

Given Thursday’s hissy fit, I gave the situation more thought and it made me think of a tale that my Mum told me when I was young..

That if you let your parrot/ budgie go outside, the other birds would attack it for being different as they wouldn’t understand it’s brightly coloured feathers. I am not sure if this would happen, but that is the thought that springs to mind in here. Is there a baser instinct that makes people want to drag the brighter ones down?

Anyway, less of this musings over the gimps in my office and onto important things.. like shoes..

I have a posh do in November, which is Mr C’s annual management do, where the wife’s and respective others have a day of pampering and preening while the men golf, all usually in the likes of Gleneagles Hotel. The outfits are formal with the majority of females opting for black of some sort ( I never wear it as rule because of that) and the men suited and booted, with some opting black tie.

This year, I intend to wear the FCUK purple jewelled tunic dress (the one Cat Deely and Mischa Barton wore in white).. I have an image in my head of leggy effortlessness, softly tousled hair with the jewels of the dress just lifting it enough to be formal. And maybe a jewelled clutch (didn’t Monsoon do a nice mirrored one?).

But I am in a quandary of footwear. I would like to wear super high platforms, (think Emilio Pucci not Jenny Jamieson) and I found these..



But are they too fashion? Too high? Too stripperish?


Or shall I opt for the more traditional 'night out' shoes… that will not be as high and leggy effectiveness but not so out there either and the majority of people will be wearing something similar..?

Thoughts please..

fashion haters

I don't feel much like blogging this week, I am slowly sinking into a depressive mood with the black clouds are slowly gathering. I don't think there has been any definate real reason or trigger, but suddenly everything just seems black, and my view on things are slightly skewed. As a result things and people at work are getting to me.

So in order to lift my mood, I decided to focus on updating my wardrobe for the change in season (don't you just love new seasons?) and today's esemble consists of a 3/4 sleeved black crepe shift dress with a frill bib front (very mia farrow) with purple opaques & shiny high heeled patent mary janes. A couple of chunky charm bracelets (one silver & one clear plastic) and I was pleased with my outfit. If you can't picture what I mean I took inspiration from this outfit worn by the delightful Ms Minogue.

However a previous rat-faced boss' attempt at humour over my outfit has spirelled me into indiginity. The halfwit had the cheek to as if I got dressed in the dark this morning.. Anyone else I wouldn't mind, but this coming from a man who attends work do's dressed in clothes only fit for gardening.. I am sure you can imagine the scathing reply that he was sent back under his rock with.

Now without turning this into a full blwn rant (cause the idiot does'nt warrant my full rage) Don't you just HATE people who make comments like that? Ok, I accept that clothes are not the be all & end all for everyone, but it is ALWAYS the people who do not get fashion at all but feel the need to go out their way to put others down with their nasty little comments that makes my blood boil.

That and managing to throw tomato soup about my own & a colleagues desk this afternoon. (and my dress!) means my mood is now borderline psychotic.

On a cheerier topic (for me) I finished Marco Pierre White's autobiography, and now Hell's Kitchen has ended, I am having withdrawal symptoms from him. And even though he wears that flippin head band and minging hair.. Comments like this just make me love him more.

A moral dilemma

If you had a good friend, who you loved dearly, but was doing something you wouldn't agree with - would you tell them? Even if it might end the friendship?

I have a dear friend, who is currently involved with a guy in a relationship and she is slowly setting herself up to be the other woman. It started off innocently, a few drinks after work, then dinner & she didn't know he had a partner, bit by bit he dropped in the facts, until it materialised that he is getting married. My friend at first had the stance of not while you have another girlfriend, but slowly the boundaries have moved & now it is much more than just friends. Meanwhile his wife-to-be is oblivious and happily planning their big day. And while he bleats that he doesn't want to go ahead with it, he has no intention of calling it off.

Now, I am not naive, having been engaged myself before & calling it all off, I realise that people make decisions for the wrong reason or fall out of love. I am trying to keep out of it, and keep my thoughts of sympathy for his wife to be, to myself. I can't help putting myself in her position as I would be devastated if that to happened to me.

And I am not sure if my friend (who will be my bridesmaid) sees the irony in that...

A tiger by the tail.

Every time I see or read something on the McCann case now, I can't help but think 'Heaven help them', what a truly horrific tale this becoming.

I am a cynical mare by nature, but I really struggle to believe that the picture that is being painted can possibly be true. And no doubt like the majority do I want it to be true. At present the claims are that they killed her, hide her body under the world spotlight for 4 weeks then moved her putrifying corpse (cause it would be at that stage in that heat) to it's final resting place? Likely? At present there is no evidence on the case and we must take the McCanns as exactly what they seem, a bereft couple trying to keep their daughter's abduction out there in the news.

But with this nor do I think the Portguese authorities should be being given the hard time that they are over the investigation. This whole mess has been ignited my a media frenzy and ignorance to the Portguese laws than have fuelled speculation in what is quickly becoming a story befitting of the best & worst crime novels.

I am all for freedom of speech but I think there should be a united sensible approach by the world press until the facts become clear.Any time there is a case that captures the nation's heart, the media go into overdrive wrecking lifes in its drive to sell more copies. Again and again we have seen similar situations, Lindy Chamberlain, the Australian mother who's child was snatched by a dingo was was the victom of a terrible miscarriage of jutstice to the more recent case in 2003, when an Edinburgh teenager, Jodi Jones was found murdered. Her boyfriend was later convicted but not without concerns of trial by media and a jury change after the impact of hysterical press coverage.

So let them spend the fund on defending their honour, I am sure no one will grudge the £5 or £10 that they donated. I do not want to watch the grotesque play that is unfolding before us as they lose everything that they have left and become crucifed by the press. It is not a soap opera now, that we can all go to bed happy that the good guy's won. This is a family's life that at present we only know they made a simple mistake that has tragically cost them their daughter.

At the moment I feel regardless of what comes out now, they are damned. The path of suspicion has now been laid, with the only thing that will now rectify this sorry state of affairs, is the return of Madeline safe and sound. Which despite all the lurid tales and amateur detective work at the coffee machine , is what we all wanted from Day 1.

Bionic eyes..

Well.. Not really. I was fitted for contacts lenses this morning which went quite well. My vanity was winning over on the glasses front & I wasn't getting over the self consciousness of them while on. So I now have a pair of 2 week wearable doofers to test.

I am impressed myself by being able to put them in and remove them quite easily. Although opti-eye-person then put some orange stuff in my eyes to test the moisture levels (they are quite dry apparently) and I am now paranoid that my eyes look alien and weirdy, or worse I look like some test lab bunny with weeping peepers.

Other than that, I trying to unravel the legal mysteries of getting married in a hotel via a civil ceremony. I am sure it is not as complicated as I think it is, but people keep quoting forms to me that need to be send off/ filled in and the order it has to be done in and by whom is a bit confusing

My winter coat..

Thoughts?

The importance of being sober.

We had a Marketing conference yesterday & then a dinner/ dance thing at night which was good fun. The hotel that it was in was fabulous, based around an Oscar Wilde Opulance, with food & wine to match. Which some people took to the letter..

I learned very quickly in my working life, that copious amounts of alcohol and work night outs should never be mixed. By taking this approach, sensible and boring as it maybe, I safely know that I will never mistaking (again) tell the CEO that he doesn't have a flipping clue about the company; have to face my boss the next day after she has held my hair back while I puked; or cop off with some unsavourvary character who I then spend the next 3 months trying not to hurt their feelings but do not want a repeat performance with.

Not all of my work mates take this approach, infact I can quite frankly tell you it is terrifying what some people get like with a few glasses on wine. A previous boss of mine was running (yes running) about like a wee boy grabbing people and generally being very annoying. That coupled with his spinning & jumping wonder woman impressions on the dance floor left me in no doubt that my previous character summary of him being an utter f*cktard was not unfounded.

At that point while watching open mouthed at him twirl & skip across the floor boards, and I made a promise to myself that my instincts were right & I should follow them more in future.

So come today, I am sitting a bit tired & flat at my desk, eating junk food in a desperate hope to quell that horrible empty belly feeling, while all the time wanting to be in my bed.

Speaking of beds.. My copy of MPW's autobiography arrived yesterday, so tonight I will be curled up under the duvet with him.

A Dear John letter.

Sorry Kiefer,

I think I am changing my mind, about you & I.. I have a new crush, which is terrible.. It happened all so suddenly, snealking up on me while watching Hell's Kitchen…

I know he isn't as handsome, and not the traditional action man. But I have always had a soft spot for ugly men and he is soooo charming.. Plus he is a closer to home ( the travelling was worrying me Kief) and he can cook..

Sorry. I hope you understand..

A song for Your Wednesday

I find this song immensely sexy for some odd reason. It may have something to do with Kelly Jone's husky voice.

As I am currently using public transport at the moment, I am listening to this a lot on my ipod.

Empty Head Ponderings..

I am a bit subdued today folks after a weekend of hard drinking and ridiculous outfits. Overall a good couple of days.. but today I am tired,feeling a bit mentally fragile and slightly paranoid. (does anyone else get like this after boozing?).

Friday night, I discovered I wasn't over the hill quite yet as one of Mr C's young trainee's from his team tried his luck with me using the immortal lines of ' I think we are compatible'.. and 'he was the better man' (over Mr C, who is his boss) and that I should call off the wedding.

As tempting as sharing a single bed at his mum's house, the promise that one day he would buy a car & the prospect of dinner dates at McDonald's I decided to gently reject his offer..

I was going to post a picture of an old hag to keep with the over the hill theme, and while searching on google, I found this.* Which I thought I would share with you..

*Disclaimer : please do not read if you are easily freaked by Most Haunted or stuff of a similar nature.. Like me who is now off to surround her bed with religious parphenilia..