I know I'm like, a week late on all this New Year shiz but I was back at work on the 2nd and then have just celebrated Andy's 30th Birthday yesterday so it's been a busy week.
Which is annoying in some ways as I really wanted to make a fresh start with the old blogging. I have lots of ideas (which I really need to start writing down because it's like as soon as I start trying to focus on the little idea that floated through my mind a week ago, it teases me like a wisp and disappears completely!!)
So, I had ideas for my New Year's Resolutions, my Life List (Bucket List), my creative writing, my weekly story, words of wisdom, Notes on a Depression, lots of little random bits and I need to sit down and pull it all together and try to come up with a weekly blogging plan and try to stick to it.
Which is hard, as there are only a few hours between Scarlett going to bed and my own eventual slink up the stairs to crash and burn in a haze of tired stupor... Not to mention the fact that I really ought to start working out as my weight has spiralled out of fucking control the last 2 months, it's obscene how much I currently weigh and having seen images of my arms at the weekend it's small wonder that I've managed to resist taking a carving knife to them as I'm pretty sure my bingo wings could cure world hunger right now....
So, there we go. I'm currently off work with some disgusting tummy bug I've picked up so once I've fixed the tumble dryer, sorted the washing and dashed to the post office, I'm going to sit down and write a proper plan for my blogging in 2013, because I'm a bloody good writer, I just need motivation and prompts and perhaps attending a course, because quite frankly I should be the next EL James or whatever!
Tuesday, 8 January 2013
Monday, 8 October 2012
Peace and Love
As most of you know, I'm a pretty big Beatles fan. To some of you that probably makes me a sad old fart, and perhaps my devotion to them denotes me as some sort of crazy fan girl. I guess the saddest thing is that I give too much of a shit what people think of me, and therefore, I often worry about admitting my undying love for a band founded more than 50 years ago (In fact, their beginnings were before my own mother was even born!)
But what I what to have a quick little rant about today is a certain person named Richard Starkey. Or Ringo Starr to give him his stage name. And why do I want to talk about Ringo? Well, mostly I want to tell you of my immense dislike for him.
Y'see, Ringo isn't a proper Beatle. That is to say, he doesn't go back as far as the others. Did you know that? Their original drummer was a fella named Pete Best. Now, let's be clear on this, Pete wasn't a very good drummer, and so I have to relent on that point, Ringo is an okay drummer (although, he will never be remember as one of the greats). The problem with Pete Best was that no one really liked him. The girls liked him, but mostly, he was crap a drummer and dull as dishwater and so they dispensed with him shortly after their first recording session and was replaced by Starr just a few months before the release of their first single, Love Me Do. But still, I will continue to confirm that Ringo isn't a proper Beatle....
So other than his heritage, why else do I feel less than warmly towards 1/4 of my favourite band? Well, mostly it's this:
Peace and Love my foot Ringo mate. Too busy? Too busy doing what exactly? Sorry, are you still recording and releasing albums? Oh, you are? Okay, what was your latest chart position? What? 181 in the UK? You sold just 752 copies of said album? Oh, oh right, no, I agree, you really are too busy to sign autographs!
Seriously dude, you're a quarter of one of the most ground breaking, earth shattering, musically talented bands that has ever graced this planet, and you can't even spend a little time each week corresponding with fans?! Fans who continue to buy the Beatles music and merchandise and continue to line your pockets.
This video has just really wound me up since I first saw it. Because it was just so gratingly condescending and contradictory in it's message. Peace and love, peace and love, but don't you dare fucking send me anything! And so, aside from not being a proper Beatle, it's this that makes me dislike Mr Starr.
Also, never trust someone who wears tinted glasses day and night.....
What I will also say, and this leads me onto a slightly random point that I'd like to explore in detail another time - is that I don't like his songs. Not his solo stuff, for as we've already seen, only 752 people in the UK liked his last solo album, but the songs he sung lead vocals on with the Beatles. Again, little known fact, the only songs he wrote, on his own, were "Octopus's Garden" and "Don't Pass Me By". I'm going to say it straight, I hate, with a passion, "Octopus's Garden". What a load of bloody nonsense that is, and it's just a rubbish song. As for the ones where he tunelessly warbles, I'm thinking "With a Little Help From my Friends" and "Yellow Submarine" in particular. Urgh! The one that I have to admit defeat on is "I Wanna Be Your Man," which was a relatively recent discovery for me, and I utterly love it. So maybe I'm being self-defeatist on this point, but I still maybe my anti-Ringo stance.
This led to me thinking about the songs I do like, and invariably they tend to be those written by George Harrison. Ah, George. But, I'll save the George love for another time.
What, if any, are your favourite Beatles tracks? I bet you've never given much thought to who they were penned or sung by (just me, being a saddo!)
But what I what to have a quick little rant about today is a certain person named Richard Starkey. Or Ringo Starr to give him his stage name. And why do I want to talk about Ringo? Well, mostly I want to tell you of my immense dislike for him.
Y'see, Ringo isn't a proper Beatle. That is to say, he doesn't go back as far as the others. Did you know that? Their original drummer was a fella named Pete Best. Now, let's be clear on this, Pete wasn't a very good drummer, and so I have to relent on that point, Ringo is an okay drummer (although, he will never be remember as one of the greats). The problem with Pete Best was that no one really liked him. The girls liked him, but mostly, he was crap a drummer and dull as dishwater and so they dispensed with him shortly after their first recording session and was replaced by Starr just a few months before the release of their first single, Love Me Do. But still, I will continue to confirm that Ringo isn't a proper Beatle....
So other than his heritage, why else do I feel less than warmly towards 1/4 of my favourite band? Well, mostly it's this:
Peace and Love my foot Ringo mate. Too busy? Too busy doing what exactly? Sorry, are you still recording and releasing albums? Oh, you are? Okay, what was your latest chart position? What? 181 in the UK? You sold just 752 copies of said album? Oh, oh right, no, I agree, you really are too busy to sign autographs!
Seriously dude, you're a quarter of one of the most ground breaking, earth shattering, musically talented bands that has ever graced this planet, and you can't even spend a little time each week corresponding with fans?! Fans who continue to buy the Beatles music and merchandise and continue to line your pockets.
This video has just really wound me up since I first saw it. Because it was just so gratingly condescending and contradictory in it's message. Peace and love, peace and love, but don't you dare fucking send me anything! And so, aside from not being a proper Beatle, it's this that makes me dislike Mr Starr.
Also, never trust someone who wears tinted glasses day and night.....
What I will also say, and this leads me onto a slightly random point that I'd like to explore in detail another time - is that I don't like his songs. Not his solo stuff, for as we've already seen, only 752 people in the UK liked his last solo album, but the songs he sung lead vocals on with the Beatles. Again, little known fact, the only songs he wrote, on his own, were "Octopus's Garden" and "Don't Pass Me By". I'm going to say it straight, I hate, with a passion, "Octopus's Garden". What a load of bloody nonsense that is, and it's just a rubbish song. As for the ones where he tunelessly warbles, I'm thinking "With a Little Help From my Friends" and "Yellow Submarine" in particular. Urgh! The one that I have to admit defeat on is "I Wanna Be Your Man," which was a relatively recent discovery for me, and I utterly love it. So maybe I'm being self-defeatist on this point, but I still maybe my anti-Ringo stance.
This led to me thinking about the songs I do like, and invariably they tend to be those written by George Harrison. Ah, George. But, I'll save the George love for another time.
What, if any, are your favourite Beatles tracks? I bet you've never given much thought to who they were penned or sung by (just me, being a saddo!)
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
Sour Grapes
Now, don't get me wrong, given my physique, you would be forgiven for thinking that I'm not that into sport. The truth is, I quite enjoy a bit of sport. Watching it, that is.
As an avid sport watcher (!), one can hardly fail to have noticed that a little thing called the Olympics landed in our fair isle a week or so ago.
We've followed the highs and lows of the Games, learning new things, watching different sports, oggling the ladies in the Beach Volleyball (don't deny it, everyone's had a quick peek on the Red Button...!)
There's been triumph and heartbreak. Records broken and personal bests beaten. And in all of this, Team GB seem to be doing pretty darn well. It's rather proud-making to watch.
The thing that is not very proud-making is the sour grapes that appear to be emanating from a certain track cyclists' mouth. I'm not talking about Victoria Pendleton, because I don't think I've heard her say a bad word against anybody, or Sir Chris Hoy, because I've heard he's a thoroughly bloody nice bloke. I'm talking about Wendy Houvenaghel.
Who? Well quite. Poor Wendy was selected for TEAM GB (I emphasise the word TEAM!) only to be left out of the Team Pursuit races at the Velodrome. The Team Pursuit races which ultimately led to another Gold for TEAM GB.
See Wendy in full flow here. I warn you, there's 8 minutes of it, I've only managed to get to 3.12.
Now, instead of being sporting and supportive and full of praise for her team mates, Wendy has instead come out to 'slam' and 'blast' her team mates and head coach for the decision not to "let her do her job".
I don't know why this has riled me so much, but I think it's just so disgustingly unsporting of her, in what is a really huge time for Team GB, a time for this whole country - no matter who you are, or where you're from, or whether you even like sport - to be proud!
Oh but hang on, Wendy has decided that the medal was meant to be hers, "for Northern Ireland." Right, okay. No further comment on that point.
You haven't seen David Beckham loitering in the Olympic Park, waiting to speak to a journalist and then decrying the fact that Team GB got knocked out of the Football 'because they didn't let me play'.
I get it, you thought you were in. For 4 months you thought you were in. Until 30 minutes before one of the heats you thought you were in. And that must be hard to bear. I feel for you, I really do, it's like being the last one picked for a team in PE and boy oh boy do I know how that feels. So yes, somewhere deep inside, I feel bad for you, and do think the coach should've just come out and said it to you, but he probably didn't want to hurt your feelings. Or maybe he felt pressured into it. Or maybe he's scared of you.
To call the girls "juvenile" is in itself the very same. They're probably scared of you too Wendy, I wouldn't mess with you, and one wonders whether to hit Publish at all for fear of the reprisals should you or one of your publicists stumble across it!
And if her 'people' do come across this, then I'm sorry, okay, don't sue me, there's plenty of people saying the same thing, here, here, here. All I'm saying is that I think it's bad form to come out and say those things, when your Team are doing so well in the Olympics. Think of all the other athletes who have competed, but not won a medal. I'm sure there are others who were selected and then didn't get the chance to compete. And what about those who weren't even selected? Those poor buggers who had to sit at home like the rest of us, except for them, they had to wonder what if.
Maybe it's the 'what if' that's bothering you Wendy. I know you're on the cusp of retirement, you're the wrong side of 36. But wouldn't it have been more graceful to come out and congratulate those girls? Those girls who have done wonders for your sport and promoting it's merits. Who won medals for Team GB, who helped us keep the Number 3 spot in the table amongst the might of China and the USA, little old Blighty, and we're Number 3 in the world, thanks to those girls.
And to Joanna Rowsell, who I cannot applaud enough, for promoting awareness of alopecia, to young women who are probably having a really hard time of it. For those girls, do you not think that seeing Joanna compete and win a Gold medal, has made them realise that there's nothing holding them back, they can be and do what they want and no one can stop them?
Anyway, I've had my rant, watch the video and see for yourself. Makes me quite sad to be honest. And actually, I think it's Wendy I feel saddest for. You were picked, then not picked, they played with your heart and your emotions. And some mad fool has shoved you into the limelight, wound you up and set you spinning for 8 minutes in front of a BBC camera. And for that, I feel for you love. You won't be remembered as one of the greats of track cycling, entering the sport just 6 years ago, I fear you may well be remembered for this ugly out burst.
Next time Wendy, remember, there is no 'i' in Team.
As an avid sport watcher (!), one can hardly fail to have noticed that a little thing called the Olympics landed in our fair isle a week or so ago.
We've followed the highs and lows of the Games, learning new things, watching different sports, oggling the ladies in the Beach Volleyball (don't deny it, everyone's had a quick peek on the Red Button...!)
There's been triumph and heartbreak. Records broken and personal bests beaten. And in all of this, Team GB seem to be doing pretty darn well. It's rather proud-making to watch.
The thing that is not very proud-making is the sour grapes that appear to be emanating from a certain track cyclists' mouth. I'm not talking about Victoria Pendleton, because I don't think I've heard her say a bad word against anybody, or Sir Chris Hoy, because I've heard he's a thoroughly bloody nice bloke. I'm talking about Wendy Houvenaghel.
Who? Well quite. Poor Wendy was selected for TEAM GB (I emphasise the word TEAM!) only to be left out of the Team Pursuit races at the Velodrome. The Team Pursuit races which ultimately led to another Gold for TEAM GB.
See Wendy in full flow here. I warn you, there's 8 minutes of it, I've only managed to get to 3.12.
Now, instead of being sporting and supportive and full of praise for her team mates, Wendy has instead come out to 'slam' and 'blast' her team mates and head coach for the decision not to "let her do her job".
I don't know why this has riled me so much, but I think it's just so disgustingly unsporting of her, in what is a really huge time for Team GB, a time for this whole country - no matter who you are, or where you're from, or whether you even like sport - to be proud!
Oh but hang on, Wendy has decided that the medal was meant to be hers, "for Northern Ireland." Right, okay. No further comment on that point.
You haven't seen David Beckham loitering in the Olympic Park, waiting to speak to a journalist and then decrying the fact that Team GB got knocked out of the Football 'because they didn't let me play'.
I get it, you thought you were in. For 4 months you thought you were in. Until 30 minutes before one of the heats you thought you were in. And that must be hard to bear. I feel for you, I really do, it's like being the last one picked for a team in PE and boy oh boy do I know how that feels. So yes, somewhere deep inside, I feel bad for you, and do think the coach should've just come out and said it to you, but he probably didn't want to hurt your feelings. Or maybe he felt pressured into it. Or maybe he's scared of you.
To call the girls "juvenile" is in itself the very same. They're probably scared of you too Wendy, I wouldn't mess with you, and one wonders whether to hit Publish at all for fear of the reprisals should you or one of your publicists stumble across it!
And if her 'people' do come across this, then I'm sorry, okay, don't sue me, there's plenty of people saying the same thing, here, here, here. All I'm saying is that I think it's bad form to come out and say those things, when your Team are doing so well in the Olympics. Think of all the other athletes who have competed, but not won a medal. I'm sure there are others who were selected and then didn't get the chance to compete. And what about those who weren't even selected? Those poor buggers who had to sit at home like the rest of us, except for them, they had to wonder what if.
Maybe it's the 'what if' that's bothering you Wendy. I know you're on the cusp of retirement, you're the wrong side of 36. But wouldn't it have been more graceful to come out and congratulate those girls? Those girls who have done wonders for your sport and promoting it's merits. Who won medals for Team GB, who helped us keep the Number 3 spot in the table amongst the might of China and the USA, little old Blighty, and we're Number 3 in the world, thanks to those girls.
And to Joanna Rowsell, who I cannot applaud enough, for promoting awareness of alopecia, to young women who are probably having a really hard time of it. For those girls, do you not think that seeing Joanna compete and win a Gold medal, has made them realise that there's nothing holding them back, they can be and do what they want and no one can stop them?
Anyway, I've had my rant, watch the video and see for yourself. Makes me quite sad to be honest. And actually, I think it's Wendy I feel saddest for. You were picked, then not picked, they played with your heart and your emotions. And some mad fool has shoved you into the limelight, wound you up and set you spinning for 8 minutes in front of a BBC camera. And for that, I feel for you love. You won't be remembered as one of the greats of track cycling, entering the sport just 6 years ago, I fear you may well be remembered for this ugly out burst.
Next time Wendy, remember, there is no 'i' in Team.
Monday, 16 July 2012
Oh Fifty, Fifty, Fifty
Well, my husband is very pleased to know that I've finished the Fifty Shades Trilogy by EL James. And yknow what? So am I. At first I was intrigued - "What's all this about Mummy Porn?!" I wondered. I'm a mummy... I'm not going to mention the porn part.... But I thought, okay, so this must be for me. Right?
Erm, well kinda. Firstly I didn't like the age of the first character - if she was aiming it at 'mummies' then making the narrator/heroine 22 years old was a bit of a crap move. I suppose it gave her more of an ability to play on the whole innocence lost theme. And trust me, that was a big theme, for both Miss. Steele and Mr. Grey. And that got boring. Quickly. As did the supposed heroines dumb-ass subconscious and the way she over-thought everything! Her over-thinking, takes up at least 1/2 the Trilogy. You've met a rich man who likes a bit of domination - stop whining about it and enjoy it for FFS. I bloody would!
But that wasn't the bit that bored me the most about the book. Quite frankly, the sex in this book was a let down. Kinky fuckery my foot! It was more vanilla than a tub of soft serve! And the language the writer used repeatedly was quite frankly childish. Has this woman had an orgasm?! It was repetitive and dull. I don't think any of it particularly turned me on. Perhaps it was too obvious, too in your face. I'm sure it has worked wonders for some couple's sex lives - but not mine. Mainly because my face was buried in it, gripped by the 'other' side of the book.
Because, supposed kinky fuckery aside, I will just say that parts of the Trilogy were pretty gripping. In a predictable way most of the time, but still, it had me hooked for a week! I think someone on Twitter hit the nail on the head last week when they advised, "It's not high art, but that's not what everyone wants. It's like a soap, but mucky." And of course she was totally right. It hadn't occurred to me until then. I had been spending a lot of time reading the books and getting somehow offended when people said they thought the books were crap and badly written. I guess because I felt it was an affront on my own intelligence - that I was thick for enjoying the escapism that the books were offering.
I feel a bit like, you need to read a soap opera of a book sometimes for your brain to recover from the more important stuff that you want to read and absorb. I'm not going to compare the books directly with Marian Keyes, Lisa Jewell, Sophie Kinsella et al. as the characters and storylines in their books are much richer, if not deeper, but it's the same sort of easy reading escapism offered by the general chick lit genre.
Lets face it, these books aren't exactly ground breaking - erotica and romance fiction has been around for some time now. Is it the level of kinky fuckery (or perceived level thereof) that has made these books such a hit? Housewives, used to the most vanillarest of vanilla are suddenly struck by the heady combination of pain for pleasure? Maybe. I wonder if Ann Summers light bondage range is seeing a boost in sales. And M&S silver grey ties for that matter...!
So yes, I think Mucky Soap Opera is probably a good summation of these books. By the end of the third book, I was totally ready for it to finish. The third book did have some good gripping stuff in it, but the rest of it was just a bit too predictable for my liking, I think the whole series was, and I think that's one of its biggest failings. Let's not forget, it all started as a bit of Twilight Fan Fiction, and the author even signs off the Prologue of Fifty Shades Freed in the style of something she's just posted on a forum thread. And this is where it comes back to the accusations of it being written by a teenager.
I'm going to let you in on a secret, when I was 15 maybe, a friend and I used to co-write a story. It was based around us, and two boys that we fancied at the time, it had moderate sex (a subject we knew utterly fuck all about, and looking back, I laugh wholeheartedly at the way we've written about it!!), marriage, houses, babies, holidays, nice cars. It was total, self-indulgent, fantasy fiction. And that's pretty much was Fifty Shades is - a story of a boy and a girl, who fall in love, own mad cars, plush houses, yachts, helicopters, have staff, security, shoppers and stalkers and who ultimately, have babies and live happily ever after! And you have to hand it to the woman - she's sold fucking millions of books, which are basically self-indulgent, mild sexual fantasy that started for her own gratification. If my friend and I had thought longer and harder about it, maybe we'd be the ones raking it in!
Oh, and as an aside, I have suggested Andy read them. He's declined, saying he will wait for the film. If they cast anyone other than Ryan Gosling in it, I may cry!
Erm, well kinda. Firstly I didn't like the age of the first character - if she was aiming it at 'mummies' then making the narrator/heroine 22 years old was a bit of a crap move. I suppose it gave her more of an ability to play on the whole innocence lost theme. And trust me, that was a big theme, for both Miss. Steele and Mr. Grey. And that got boring. Quickly. As did the supposed heroines dumb-ass subconscious and the way she over-thought everything! Her over-thinking, takes up at least 1/2 the Trilogy. You've met a rich man who likes a bit of domination - stop whining about it and enjoy it for FFS. I bloody would!
But that wasn't the bit that bored me the most about the book. Quite frankly, the sex in this book was a let down. Kinky fuckery my foot! It was more vanilla than a tub of soft serve! And the language the writer used repeatedly was quite frankly childish. Has this woman had an orgasm?! It was repetitive and dull. I don't think any of it particularly turned me on. Perhaps it was too obvious, too in your face. I'm sure it has worked wonders for some couple's sex lives - but not mine. Mainly because my face was buried in it, gripped by the 'other' side of the book.
Because, supposed kinky fuckery aside, I will just say that parts of the Trilogy were pretty gripping. In a predictable way most of the time, but still, it had me hooked for a week! I think someone on Twitter hit the nail on the head last week when they advised, "It's not high art, but that's not what everyone wants. It's like a soap, but mucky." And of course she was totally right. It hadn't occurred to me until then. I had been spending a lot of time reading the books and getting somehow offended when people said they thought the books were crap and badly written. I guess because I felt it was an affront on my own intelligence - that I was thick for enjoying the escapism that the books were offering.
I feel a bit like, you need to read a soap opera of a book sometimes for your brain to recover from the more important stuff that you want to read and absorb. I'm not going to compare the books directly with Marian Keyes, Lisa Jewell, Sophie Kinsella et al. as the characters and storylines in their books are much richer, if not deeper, but it's the same sort of easy reading escapism offered by the general chick lit genre.
Lets face it, these books aren't exactly ground breaking - erotica and romance fiction has been around for some time now. Is it the level of kinky fuckery (or perceived level thereof) that has made these books such a hit? Housewives, used to the most vanillarest of vanilla are suddenly struck by the heady combination of pain for pleasure? Maybe. I wonder if Ann Summers light bondage range is seeing a boost in sales. And M&S silver grey ties for that matter...!
So yes, I think Mucky Soap Opera is probably a good summation of these books. By the end of the third book, I was totally ready for it to finish. The third book did have some good gripping stuff in it, but the rest of it was just a bit too predictable for my liking, I think the whole series was, and I think that's one of its biggest failings. Let's not forget, it all started as a bit of Twilight Fan Fiction, and the author even signs off the Prologue of Fifty Shades Freed in the style of something she's just posted on a forum thread. And this is where it comes back to the accusations of it being written by a teenager.
I'm going to let you in on a secret, when I was 15 maybe, a friend and I used to co-write a story. It was based around us, and two boys that we fancied at the time, it had moderate sex (a subject we knew utterly fuck all about, and looking back, I laugh wholeheartedly at the way we've written about it!!), marriage, houses, babies, holidays, nice cars. It was total, self-indulgent, fantasy fiction. And that's pretty much was Fifty Shades is - a story of a boy and a girl, who fall in love, own mad cars, plush houses, yachts, helicopters, have staff, security, shoppers and stalkers and who ultimately, have babies and live happily ever after! And you have to hand it to the woman - she's sold fucking millions of books, which are basically self-indulgent, mild sexual fantasy that started for her own gratification. If my friend and I had thought longer and harder about it, maybe we'd be the ones raking it in!
Oh, and as an aside, I have suggested Andy read them. He's declined, saying he will wait for the film. If they cast anyone other than Ryan Gosling in it, I may cry!
Life List
So, having fawned over Sarah's Life List for a little while and laughed and thought, ooh yeah, that sounds fun to most of her entries, I decided to give it a go myself. Sarah reliably informed me that she saw the Mighty Life List over on Mighty Girl's blog and she believes this to be the definite article original blogging Life List.
So, I've had a stab. I've only got 64 entries so far and I've only crossed one off - which is a posthumous one in a way - I saw Paul McCartney live 2 years ago at Hard Rock Calling and honestly, my life was complete so I'm putting that on there as it's something I've achieved that I wanted to in my lifetime (obviously, there's still Scarlett and marrying Andy but erm, A REAL BEATLE, PLAYING LIVE, no sorry, that is fulfillment for me!)
I've put it on it's own permanent little page so feel free to have a look - I'll give you a post when I update it in terms of achieving something or adding something new that I've thought of!
So, what do you think of my life's ambitions so far?!
So, I've had a stab. I've only got 64 entries so far and I've only crossed one off - which is a posthumous one in a way - I saw Paul McCartney live 2 years ago at Hard Rock Calling and honestly, my life was complete so I'm putting that on there as it's something I've achieved that I wanted to in my lifetime (obviously, there's still Scarlett and marrying Andy but erm, A REAL BEATLE, PLAYING LIVE, no sorry, that is fulfillment for me!)
I've put it on it's own permanent little page so feel free to have a look - I'll give you a post when I update it in terms of achieving something or adding something new that I've thought of!
So, what do you think of my life's ambitions so far?!
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
The Wonderful World of Being a Mrs
So, it's been and gone. I do feel slightly bereft not having anything to worry and stress about in the evenings. And I haven't really but my new 'free' time to very good use lately, which is why I'm creating a Life List. But more on that later.
So, the wedding, The Wedding, THE WEDDING!! OF THE FECKING CENTURY! Oh my goodness gracious. Right, sorry, all other weddings, including those I have been to, and those I am yet to attend, but dude, we rocked the wedding thing. Totally rocked it. Thinking back, there is no way that I can't think, "Woooo Yeah!!" and get a little air punchy about it.
I'll post some pictures in a seperate page for anyone who hasn't seen them and really, I think I'll let them speak for themselves. I guess because A: I might get a bit too show-offy, B: Because I get sad that it went so quickly and C: Because I don't want to bore you all. Oh, and D: I'm in the process of submitting them to a wedding blog and I think I have to wait until after that!
Needless to say, the day went without a hitch (oh, wait, apart from my bridesmaids, Scarlett and the photographer getting stuck in horrendous traffic and me having to plead with the Registrars to wait. Thankfully, they did, and we were married about 20 minutes later than planned!). The food was excellent, my dress was ace, my shoes, whilst looking totes amazeballs, were bloody painful because I forgot the gel insole thingies (boooo!) and everyone had a grand time.
The evening was just the best bit I think. First dance, went brilliantly (more on that another time), sweet buffet went down a treat, cheese tower was admired, many silly photos were taken in the photobooth and, er, the best bit - THE BEATLES!! Well, nearly, but I tell you what, they were just so brilliant. Everyone was up and dancing to them. And the funniest bit - Starey George from Liverpool was there! Cue enormous hilarity between us Liverpool Hen Do Veterans and much hiding from Lex!
There's just so much that I want to remember, and I will, and maybe every now and then I will slip in a post every now and then with a fresh wedding anecdote, because there were so many amazing little snippets of the day I want to share.
All that remains for me to say really is, thanks for following the very sporadic wedding posts and that, if you want to carry on reading my inane babblings, please do. I have lots of writing projects in the pipeline that I want to share, including this blog going back to being just a run of the mill, normal blog. I hope you don't mind?! I promise to post pictures every now and then!
Yours,
Mrs Hiorns x
So, the wedding, The Wedding, THE WEDDING!! OF THE FECKING CENTURY! Oh my goodness gracious. Right, sorry, all other weddings, including those I have been to, and those I am yet to attend, but dude, we rocked the wedding thing. Totally rocked it. Thinking back, there is no way that I can't think, "Woooo Yeah!!" and get a little air punchy about it.
I'll post some pictures in a seperate page for anyone who hasn't seen them and really, I think I'll let them speak for themselves. I guess because A: I might get a bit too show-offy, B: Because I get sad that it went so quickly and C: Because I don't want to bore you all. Oh, and D: I'm in the process of submitting them to a wedding blog and I think I have to wait until after that!
Needless to say, the day went without a hitch (oh, wait, apart from my bridesmaids, Scarlett and the photographer getting stuck in horrendous traffic and me having to plead with the Registrars to wait. Thankfully, they did, and we were married about 20 minutes later than planned!). The food was excellent, my dress was ace, my shoes, whilst looking totes amazeballs, were bloody painful because I forgot the gel insole thingies (boooo!) and everyone had a grand time.
The evening was just the best bit I think. First dance, went brilliantly (more on that another time), sweet buffet went down a treat, cheese tower was admired, many silly photos were taken in the photobooth and, er, the best bit - THE BEATLES!! Well, nearly, but I tell you what, they were just so brilliant. Everyone was up and dancing to them. And the funniest bit - Starey George from Liverpool was there! Cue enormous hilarity between us Liverpool Hen Do Veterans and much hiding from Lex!
There's just so much that I want to remember, and I will, and maybe every now and then I will slip in a post every now and then with a fresh wedding anecdote, because there were so many amazing little snippets of the day I want to share.
All that remains for me to say really is, thanks for following the very sporadic wedding posts and that, if you want to carry on reading my inane babblings, please do. I have lots of writing projects in the pipeline that I want to share, including this blog going back to being just a run of the mill, normal blog. I hope you don't mind?! I promise to post pictures every now and then!
Yours,
Mrs Hiorns x
Monday, 7 May 2012
Liverpool Hen Weekend
So I promised I do a write up of Liverpool, but I kinda figured that actually, it's a bit boring to read a big long rundown of things on blogs (save for weddings, of course!) so hopefully below should be a slideshow of the photos I took that weekend.
They're in roughly the right chronological order. Enjoy, feel free to comment or question!!
They're in roughly the right chronological order. Enjoy, feel free to comment or question!!
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