I mean... it's not like I'm a naturally funny gal, like Dawn French. Although...
I think I need to change my hair.
Friday 31 July 2009
Brief.
I'm worried that I'm wasting the rare witty remarks that pop into my head on @Twitter.
I mean... it's not like I'm a naturally funny gal, like Dawn French. Although...
I think I need to change my hair.
I mean... it's not like I'm a naturally funny gal, like Dawn French. Although...
I think I need to change my hair.
Monday 6 July 2009
RETROSPECT
Mood: Enervated
To do: Interlude
Ronan Keating was right all along.
Life is a Roller Coaster. This blog is literally the only stable thing in my life at the moment.
This month has been a musically bounteous one.
From Glasto and Blur
to MJ "R.I.P"
and not forgetting Take That
If I wasn't such a wilting coward, I'd talk about 'cool' bands thats 'rocked' Glastonbury and openly criticise how Carl Barat is SO 2002. (Despite his massive comeback at Glasto '09: come 8.00am Sunday morning, equipped with acoustic guitar, singing What a Fuckin' Waster.. super glad i didn't miss that).
Instead. I'm going to write a smallish review to saturate your minds and tell you about the show of the decade. TT.
Sitting somewhat strategically next to Jason Orange's twin brother (J.O being my definite fave) my Mother and I got to enjoy a truly stupendous show. The Circus.
Lady Gaga opened the show. And her legs. It was the second time I'd seen her that week. The second time round I could see more of her face. The first time round she forgot to put knickers on. And also forgot the month... 'Hello Glastonbury, its the 26th of July, I'm Lady Gaga..' June Gags... June.
Now, more importantly, TAKE THAT. I was utterly shocked at how supple 3 out of 4 member were (Barlow, not so much). They even had skills such as:
riding tricycles
holding a leg up to an ear
using their supple hips to create snake like wiggles
I could even go far enough to say these men still have the (se)X factor. (Barlow, Owen, not so much).
The first half of the show held the delights of watching them perform their all time classic 'Back for Good'. What seemed like a giant sprinkler was aimed at the stage. It set the scene:
A giant blow up 'circus ringmaster' dominated the stage in the second half. I wasn't sure if the excitement had made me delirious or the overpriced beer had travelled faster to my head then usual, but to me... it just looked like an inflatable Michael Jackson.
As the show slowly drew to an end, I turned to see J.O's brother crying with happiness and a small child crying in fear at the giant inflatable MJ.
It was Beautiful.
c.xx
To do: Interlude
Ronan Keating was right all along.
Life is a Roller Coaster. This blog is literally the only stable thing in my life at the moment.
This month has been a musically bounteous one.
From Glasto and Blur
to MJ "R.I.P"
and not forgetting Take That
If I wasn't such a wilting coward, I'd talk about 'cool' bands thats 'rocked' Glastonbury and openly criticise how Carl Barat is SO 2002. (Despite his massive comeback at Glasto '09: come 8.00am Sunday morning, equipped with acoustic guitar, singing What a Fuckin' Waster.. super glad i didn't miss that).
Instead. I'm going to write a smallish review to saturate your minds and tell you about the show of the decade. TT.
Sitting somewhat strategically next to Jason Orange's twin brother (J.O being my definite fave) my Mother and I got to enjoy a truly stupendous show. The Circus.
Lady Gaga opened the show. And her legs. It was the second time I'd seen her that week. The second time round I could see more of her face. The first time round she forgot to put knickers on. And also forgot the month... 'Hello Glastonbury, its the 26th of July, I'm Lady Gaga..' June Gags... June.
Now, more importantly, TAKE THAT. I was utterly shocked at how supple 3 out of 4 member were (Barlow, not so much). They even had skills such as:
riding tricycles
holding a leg up to an ear
using their supple hips to create snake like wiggles
I could even go far enough to say these men still have the (se)X factor. (Barlow, Owen, not so much).
The first half of the show held the delights of watching them perform their all time classic 'Back for Good'. What seemed like a giant sprinkler was aimed at the stage. It set the scene:
A giant blow up 'circus ringmaster' dominated the stage in the second half. I wasn't sure if the excitement had made me delirious or the overpriced beer had travelled faster to my head then usual, but to me... it just looked like an inflatable Michael Jackson.
As the show slowly drew to an end, I turned to see J.O's brother crying with happiness and a small child crying in fear at the giant inflatable MJ.
It was Beautiful.
c.xx
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