Okay, just being lazy here... I haven't updated this blog in some time so I daresay it is time for some up to date ramblings. You know, to get the creative juices flowing again.
However, in the absence of a fantastical explosion of inspiration and, quite frankly, the funniest and most thought-provoking words you've ever read in your life, may I meanwhile lazily present to you my Ins and Outs for August:
In:
Estee Lauder's Pleasures Exotic fragrance: A completely unremarkable (looking) relative of the sweet, floral 'Pleasures' line. It's not even a new release, but after having sniffed it by accident about 3 weeks ago I've been spritzing it like a woman possessed every time I go into Boots. And recently I have been diverting, like a weirdo, to Boots for this sole reason.
Greggs Iced Donuts: Quite possibly the dreamiest fat b*stard treat I have ever encountered. I have been known to down 2 in a sitting.
The Hotel Inspector: Why I am addicted to this piece of TV gold I can't even begin to tell you. But I am. Alex Polizzi - you rule 'darling'.
Out:
Torrential rain in August: Blerk. Just what is it with Scotland and its 2 month summers??
Pregnancy queasiness and topsy turvy tastebuds: Chicken has, in the past 3 months, become the most vile thing I could possibly imagine having to eat for any meal. Ever.
Facebook drama queens: Facebook for me is about reading funny status updates, witty comments, viewing wacky youtube links, networking and basically throwing oneself into what remains on just the right side of an online hubbub. What I don't need from Facebook is 'friends' posting private pictures of their family members in hospital, starting online campaigns using animal cruelty videos or starting a Facebook page with regular updates on the degenerating health of an immediate family member, who subsequently died.
Methinks we need a 'Is Nothing Sacred?' button.
Well those are my Ins and Outs for this month.
Stay tuned for a longer post - the fantastical explosion of inspiration will come soon, I promise.
1 comment:
Great to have you back you sweet smelling Rhys.
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