FAIL Blog

The FAIL Blog has been linked from I Can Has Cheezburger and I love it! It too has a random button. Oh dear...

Some of my faves:

http://failblog.org/2008/01/04/fish-fail/

http://failblog.org/2008/03/26/fair-game-fail/

http://failblog.org/2008/03/23/dancing-fail/

Funk to Funky

It's kinda worrying how happy a DVD box set can make you isn't it? Or is that just me? Probably. Sigh.

I spent a lot of last week in deep anxiety that the postie was going to pilfer my mail, or should I say male? Mmm, Gene Genie.

In a frenzy of rabid fandom I pre-ordered my Ashes to Ashes box set on Amazon almost as soon as I could. For some stupid reason, I can't for the life of me remember why, I put the delivery address as my flat instead of work. Whyyyyyy? Why did I do that? I didn't realise I had until I got the confirmation of despatch email and then, as I said, I spent several anxious days waiting for it to be delivered. I thought perhaps if the Ashes to Ashes DVDs were the same size as the Life on Mars ones were then they would fit through my letterbox.

However, the postie either a) can never get access to the stair to deliver the mail through letterboxes or b) can't be arsed climbing the stairs. The perpetual pile of mail at the bottom of the stairwell is a constant annoyance for me because nobody else in the stair seems to want to deal with it. What do they think? The Mail Fairies take it away. Gaaaah. Just don't get me started.

Anyhoo, joy of joys the note from the Royal Mail to say that my parcel couldn't be delivered finally appeared on Friday afternoon. Hoorah! I almost considered getting up and going to fetch it on Saturday morning but in the event the lure of my bed was too much to resist so my DVDs had to languish at the sorting office over the weekend. Poor things.

I eventually managed to retrieve them on Monday evening but was forced to socialize with a good friend and drink wine instead of rushing home to watch the entire series all in one sitting. Waily! I did manage to squeeze in one and a half episodes before bed though. Hoorah! It's really quite thrilling to watch them again with the knowledge of where the series goes and what the twists are. I'm having great fun trying to spot the clues and looking for hints as to where the next series is going to go.

And of course, I'm falling in love all over again with Gene Hunt. They really sexed him up for the 80's by the way. He's all slick and Thatcherite Gene Genie. Phwoooaarrrrr! For my gentle readers who haven't seen Life on Mars they will not know what the hell I am on about. Suffice to say that Philip Glenister, as DCI Gene Hunt, is one of the hottest unlikely sex symbols ever. I remember the relief I felt when I found out that it was actually ok to fancy him. Phew! I'm not as big a sexual pervert as I thought. Honest guv!

The fan forums on Facebook are making this one of the most enjoyable bits of television I've seen for a good long while as well. I was able to keep up with the episode discussions without spoilers because I'd seen them when they were broadcast and I've been reading the theories about where the series is going with interest. If some of the more perceptive fans are right there's more to the Gene Genie than meets the eye, a whole hell of a lot more! I won't say anything here because I wouldn't want to spoil Life on Mars or Ashes to Ashes for anyone that wants to go and check them out. However, I would heartily recommend you do, especially if you enjoy the likes of Get Carter, The Sweeney, The Professionals and Starsky & Hutch.

So anyway, continuing my theme of attractive men, above is a picture of the delicious Philip Glenister. He's so handsome, no?

No? Oh well, all the more for me! :oP

Iron Man Is A Mortal Man (Hallelujah!)

So I went to see Iron Man last night and I'm happy to report I thoroughly enjoyed it. It has humour, action, a superbly bad baddie and Robert Downey Jr. Rrrrawwrrrr. Admittedly I could have happily sat and looked at a picture of RDJ for two hours and still thought I'd got my money's worth but the film was thoroughly entertaining as well. Thank goodness Gwynnie only mildly annoyed me! Her character is a good one so if you kind of half squint you can forget it's her. Then RDJ appears on the screen again and suddenly everything is right with the world. Sigh.

Anyway, I spent a lot of that film scrutinising the divinely handsome and delicious looking Mr Downy Jr and spotted (ha ha!) something amazing. There are a lot of close-up shots of his face when he's flying about in his Iron Man suit and I noticed that he had a spot erupting on the left hand side of his nose. I tell you, that's the sexiest damn pluke I've ever seen in my life. Believe it or not, it added to his attractiveness for me. I'm also quite amazed it hasn't been CGI'd out or anything. I'm sure if that blemish had been anywhere near Miss Paltrow they would have spent hefty amounts of cash getting it out of the film. That's probably a sad indication of the unfair pressure on women in Hollywood (and life in general) to look immaculate at all times but I'd rather contemplate how dashing and lickable RDJ is than get on my soap box.

I will take a moment to say how impressed I am with Jeff Bridges though. That man is a bloody good actor and it's probably not said enough. It took me a good few moments to realise it was him with the baldy heid and the huge beard.

Ok, back to RDJ now. Yumsle! The film is kind of the RDJ show, in the same way that A Streetcar Named Desire became the Marlon Brando show, but as I said - That's fine by me. Oh! How beautiful was Marlon Brando in Streetcar, while we're on the subject. Wow!

Anyway, I didn't realise that there's a whole extra scene at the end of the credits on Iron Man so I'll just have to go and see it again. That's my excuse anyway and I'm sticking to it!

By the way, how cute is this picture? I found it while looking for images and couldn't resist. I used the one at the top of the post because I wanted one that showed off 'The Guns' and, surprisingly enough, there didn't seem to be that many. I would have thought the Iron Man marketing team would have been bunging loads out. RDJ is looking well buff these days! Oh go on, I'll say it one more time - Phwoooaarrrrrrrrr!

Prawns and Pink Fizz and Prada, Oh My!

So, it was a bank holiday yesterday for everyone in Scotland, except anyone who works where I work. Waaaaaaaah! I was sat in the office with a great view of all the swines lounging about in George Square. They really didn't look like they were enjoying the sun at all. No, it looked terrible out there.

Sigh.

But fear not gentle reader, I did get invited to my first barbecue of the season yesterday. Huzzah! By the time I got to my friends' house there was a teeny sliver of sunshine left in the corner of their garden but the BBQ had been lit in preparation an hour earlier... and in true BBQ tradition had gone out again. Hey ho, we just lit it again and had some more pink fizzy wine.

Eventually we chucked some prawns on the barbie, and some veggie kebabs. There are few things in life that are as yummy as a barbecued mushroom in my opinion, they are just delishiooose! Then on went the sausages and burgers for a good old grilling and they all got scoffed. That HP BBQ sauce is pretty dang tasty as well. I doused my burger in it to the point of drippiness but it would have been uncouth to have drunk it. Bah. The whole evening was rounded off with absolutely huge strawberries, they may even have been the size of the proverbial hand fruit. Gosh! It was only after I left that I realised I was stuffed to capacity and if anyone had been unwise enough to poke me in the belly it would have been disastrously messy. Now, that's the sign of a good BBQ!

So I'm glad I got to go to at least one barbecue this summer. I wonder if this bodes well for the rest of the season? After the horrible summer we had last year I do hope so. The funny thing was that although it had been an absolutely lovely day and the evening was cool but not cold, we could see our breath. Now that's a Scottish barbecue!

Today The Manolo brought our attention to these sandles from Prada. Again, they're probably a bit ridiculously pricey but they're also ridiculously beautiful. Would these not be the perfect thing for a barbecue? Just right for dropping ketchup on your foot, or even BBQ sauce!

Taking Jelly Shoes To The Ridiculous Conclusion?

So, perusing the usual Blog Roll today I came across a reference to some new Stella McCartney sandals.

"Stella McCartney lucite-heel sandals: Transparency is one trend where accessories add just the right touch. McCartney's bottle-green sandals marry a tough gladiator feel with a Lucite heel. $1,195 at www.net-a-porter.com."

Hold on a minute! $1,195??? I just did a currency conversion on that and it comes out to £600.93.

Six hundred squid for what is essentially a pair of jelly shoes?

Oh hang on though, if you go to Net-A-Porter's UK website they're a snip at £545. That's ok then. Stella obviously does a discount for her fellow Limeys.

As Manolo would say "Ayyyyy!"

For a bit of fun I thought I'd go and see what I'd rather spend £545 on and was spoilt for choice.

With summer approaching there's these gorgeous Emilio Pucci espadrilles. A bargainous £375.

Just another example of how money can't buy you taste!