Cheryl Cole, natural beauty?

Is it annoying anyone else that Cheryl Cole is constantly refered to as a 'natural beauty'? She is stunning yes, but I'm confused as to why someone who is caked in fake tan, foundation, constantly dons fake lashes, has fake teeth, permanent hair extensions and, if Louis Walsh has anything to do with it, has had Botox, is refered to as 'natural'! No one can deny she is beautiful with all that on but take a look at her when she first started out and I'm not so sure she deserves the title 'natural beauty'?

My rant might suggest I don't like the girl but that's not true, I am a fan, I'm just not so sure she's doing much to help the younger, particularly female, generation. Fake hair & lashes etc, too thin, married a footballer,
took back a cheat - not exactly what I'd want my daughter to aspire too.

Today I am mostly wearing.....

Hurra for 17 Mai, to celebrate Norwegian Independence Day here are my favourite Norwegian foods....

Lomper preferably with sausage, ketchup and ....

sennep (mustard)

Kvikk Lunsj (Quick Lunch - an improved Kit Kat)

 

Non Stop, my absolute favourite

Possibly the best cheese in the world! (sorry halloumi)

I am off to the Nordic Bakery in Soho tonight to get a quick fix ; )

Oh the terror of jeans shopping!

(Acne Jeans, Sweden)

I have £100 to spend on a pair of jeans which in my book is a pretty decent amount of money to be honest. The last pair were some All Saints numbers which came in at a very reasonable £50 (last time I was in there I picked up a jumper with a £250 price tag on, was it made from Rapunzels hair? I think not) and the pair before that were a whopping, not Wapping, £30 from the ever amazing H&M. £100 however seems to be the lower end for many jeans stores, £300 for a pair of jeans, no chance. I am determined however to find a beautiful pair for under £100. The most problematic part of the jean journey is finding somewhere that supports pig legs, big calves, big bum and a high waist ( I have been cursed I know), so that'll be nowhere then!
Understandably people with my unfortunate shape are often advised not leave the house, here I defy society and say 'let me live and let me wear denim!'. The next problem I face is that what in really looking for is a jean that will make my legs as long as Giselle Bundchen, my arse the size of Kylie's and a waist as neat as (enter name of someone with good waist). Again this is nigh on impossible. So what I have set out to do is acheive something totally unattainable, not only that, I have chosen to embark on this journey with a male! What am I thinking, wish me luck, you can see I'll clearly need it.

Sixth grader performs Lady Ga Ga

I have never seen anything like this, this boy is truly gifted, a genuine genius! You cannot watch this without being amazed.

Turning the tables on dating

So I've been dropping a few hints recently to F about how we haven't been out for dinner for an age and quite frankly, not getting anywhere. F is terribly guilty of having to spend a fortune on things in order for him to perceive them to be good, so far this extends to holidays, dinners and suits. How a Glaswegian ever developed a taste for such things is beyond me. So back to the date thing, I've decided to make a stand. A stand for all independent women out there, a stand for all the ladies who earn money and who have and desire power and want to make a difference in this life. I'm taking my man out for dinner! I'm doing it! No more moaning, just doing. I'm armed with a Pizza Express voucher and a newly replenished bank account, nothing can stop me now! Watch out world, I'm on a crusade and nothing can stop me. Unless the bill comes to over £50 in which case F will have to pay ;)

Ironing, a dying art form....

A dying art form but a fantastic way to update your wardrobe. Who knew I had so many decent clothes. Why have I resorted to bootleg jeans and faded gap cardigyns when I could have been wearing something vuagely resembling fashion?! Well here's to ironing, we salute you. At least until all the creasless items come to and end, then back to black I go. Man, housework is hard, I'd never survive the 50's!

What to do with pig legs and a Betty

Life can be hard enough when you have short legs but when the thigh area is a power house of unwanted muscle stemming down to a super sized calf with no gap between said calf and ankle, things can really get downright difficult. Winter months are passed in a delerium of ankle and knee length boots, sometimes teamed with an even longer wooly sock (I love nothing mire than weather cold enough to warrant a thick knee length sock, heaven!) yet as April approaches the fear is soon realised that shortly, boots will no longer do. Harsh times. As if the trotter effect were not curse enough I am also blessed with an unsightly bunion whom I refer to as Betty. Oh yeah, now you really feel sorry for me I can feel it but Sometimes life deals you a duff and you just have to roll with it. So what is a poor pig legged girl to do in these warmer months? I have still to find the answer I'm afraid. Today i'm sporting some rather dashing gold flat pumps. Even with gel cushioned soles added to the heel and some carefully considered tummy tucking and walking high I am unable to prevent the effect of a baby elephant hungrilly staggering toward it's mother who happens to be holding a Big Mac. Darn these legs, and you too are included here Betty. As if the inability to walk were not enough, Betty has to go and add her two pence by cutting up my feet and making them ache all day. What's a girl to do ey?

Dear Jennifer Aniston

Dear Jennifer Aniston,
Please stop making films. You are rubbish and Rachel like in each one and it just isn't funny or endearing anymore. Carry on with the serial dating and trying to get back with Brad by all means but please, no more films!
Yours sincerely,
LLBGITBBC
p.s. Have you seen Angelina?! You'll ne...ver win.
p.p.s. Keep trying to win him back though as it's quite entertaining.