No I am not ranty about unhealthy lifestyles, per se. Blimey, I am in no position to speak about unhealthy lifestyles (and any suggestions I may have had a biscuit for breakfast earlier this week, and I don’t mean one of those overpriced breakfast biscuit things, I mean a Digestive, is unfounded). I am ranty about a recent study that has found that, apparently, soap operas are promoting unhealthy lifestyles
I hate it. And I don’t say that lightly. I am a huge fan of social media (but then you know that) and yesterday morning I adored it more than ever. I learned I was a finalist in the Brilliance in Blogging awards (into the final six) in the Social Media category, but more about that in another post.
By 4pm I hated it. News had broken on Twitter of a gruesome attack in Woolwich. A young man, now confirmed as a soldier, had been murdered in the street. Twitter had exploded. Tweets from eye witnesses there were being retweeted. And then I saw a tweet that horrified me. Somebody at RexFeatures ( a picture house) was asking for photos to be emailed to them, presumably to then be sold on to the press. What were those photos going to show? Yes, the immediate aftermath. Bloody, gruesome photos. Possibly of the victim, maybe also the two alleged murderers.
oh lordy. I wonder if Tara knew we had planned a party on Saturday night when she plucked this theme out of the ether on Friday for The Gallery this week.
Drink. Drink I did. I am ashamed to say. Well it was for Mr B’s birthday and also because Eurovision was on and I was trying to avoid it. And because we had been sent an amazing blender to review. A blender so amazing we decided to put Toblerone cheesecake in it and make chocolate Martinis.
By 10pm avoiding Eurovision had gone out of the window and we found ourselves playing Eurovision bingo: “BARE FEET. SHE HAS BARE FEET. FULL HOUSE. I NOW HAVE A FULL HOUSE“.
This picture is the aftermath. The sight that greeted me on Sunday morning. After I woke up having not remembered even going to bed.
Now if you will excuse me that picture is making me feel quite nauseous.
When I was asked if I would like to review the London Dungeons I wasn’t sure I could. Not because of any constraints on our diary but because I had heard it was super scary. So scary that grown women had to leave via the nearest “emergency exit”. Hmm well that sounds like a challenge to me and having done Thorpe Park scary rides, well just how scary could the London Dungeon be?
As so often happens with Ranty Friday, this isn’t the post I was going to publish today. I have five Ranty Fridays in draft as lots of things recently have annoyed me so I start the posts and then publish them in turn. This week’s has been bumped. Because yesterday I saw the above picture. Okay a picture that was taken in 2007 but that doesn’t make it any less wrong.
oooh new…. new shiny shiny things. I love new things. Who doesn’t?
What to show you that is new? The new things I have been sent to review? Do you want to see a tube of hair removal cream? No, thought not.
Ummmm…. how about the face cream that I was also sent to review?
Ah no, I know.
May is birthday central for me: Eldest daughter C, my dad and Mr B in the space of 5 days this month and whilst only one of them is near 50 this list got me thinking about how many of the things listed I could get ticked off before I am 50 in 7 years.