Tuesday, February 23, 2010

But I'm Different Now - The Jam

Oh yes, I think so.

Having an accidental Jam evening. So many great songs. Being able to put a playlist on of just 1 artist and not hearing the same tune come up more than once for a long time is, in my book, a Bonus. That may also be the longest sentence I've ever written on this blog. Anyway, no moving images, just Sound Affects.

And it seems the embedded copy/paste from Youtube to Blogger is working again. Double bonus.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

What The Bloody Hell...?!

I watched a video on the internet today. It was of a 14 year old girl, dressed like a Manga character, jumping around in her bedroom to some sort of Japanese pop music, wittering on about some gumph I wasn't really listening to. I managed to get to about a minute into the "dance routine" before I turned it off.

Now I'm not going to be rude about this kid, because I think that's a little unfair. She's only 14 right? But I'll post her video up on here and you can judge for yourselves as to how you feel about it.

The reason I watched this is because she's become some sort of phenomenon. Her videos have over a million views, mostly from Japan as I understand it. And now she's made the National News in this country. And apparently her debut "album" is expected to top the Japanese charts.

Please feel free to leave your opinions, I'd love to hear them. Before you do, check out the news article HERE and have a bit of a read. Take note of her attire, what the parents do for a living, and above all, remember that she's 14 years old.

I, for one, think this is wrong. On so many levels. Irrespective of the cultural differences between Japan (a country I love and admire) and the Western World.

"Rebecca is thought to be popular because she has big eyes, a small face and slender limbs". Well, that's one way of putting it.

Monday, February 8, 2010

It's About This Long...

I really think I'm just making it all up as I go along you know. At the weekend I went to buy some much needed replacement bed linen. My old gear, as with all old gear, was incredibly comfortable but becoming rather transparent. I feared it may go the same way as our dissolvable washing powder packet things (no, I don't know what they're called) and just not be there when I opened the machine door.

The one thing I do know about bed linen is that it can be quite expensive. Like towels. This happens to be all I actually know for sure. Also like towels, I had heard a rumour that it came in different sizes. As far as I'm concerned, towels have 3 sizes. Big, for your body. Medium, that go on the floor so you don't make it wet when getting out of the shower. And small, and they're actually called flannels.

I rocked up to TK Maxx (the cheap place for those of you that haven't heard of it) and went to their so called Home section. Basically it's full of tat. Lamps that look like Heather Mills spare leg, gold coloured plastic candle holders in the shape of exotic women, and those ball lampshades made of paper and circular wire. But I thought the chances of finding just a plain white duvet & pillow case covers had to fairly high, even there.

I had to get past the size issue first. There was Double, Euro Double, UK & Euro King, Queen, Super King, and some blank ones. No simple 3 size stuff here then. Not having the faintest idea how big my duvet actually is, I went about it in the most practical, common sense way I could. In my mind I visualised making my bed....

...so when I put the duvet in and hold it up to shake the cover down, my arms are about this far apart...and from finger tip to finger tip is almost my height, so that makes my duvet about 6 foot ish wide, and because my arms are just above my head, that makes it over 6 foot ish long...

It's at this point I realise I'm standing next to bed linen, holding my arms aloft with my eyes closed, shaking slightly. I look at the woman standing next to me, she's looking back. I manage a small smile and slowly put my arms back down before she thinks I'm worshipping pillow cases or calls security.

So I know I need something just under by just over 6 foot. I start to rummage through the stripey, spotty and pukey patterns on offer before I notice that the measurements on the packets are all in centimetres, or inches. Wonderful. Out comes my phone and I convert the dimensions. I'm beginning to think it may have just been easier to buy a new duvet and just match up the names on the packets. King duvet + King duvet cover. Finally, just shy of feeling like I'm on Acid having been staring at weird patterns, I find a simple white number that's just about the right size. Grabbing it with probably more urgency than I needed to show, given that I've already been branded a religious bedding loon, I make towards the sheets. No fuss here, they're all white. Biggest one available, that'll do. It'll fold under the mattress if it's too large. Next stop the checkout and I'm gone.

And it fits too. Sweet. Pillow cases didn't though. Way too big. I think I'll give it a while before venturing out to get bigger ones of those.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

There Will Be An Answer

Where do I start eh? Those of you that have been kind enough to keep coming back to check for updates, I thank you. I've needed a time out, not just from Blogging but from...well...everything really. Yours truly had become a tad lost on the journey we call Life and it appears I had forgotten to take my AtoZ with me. And to make matters worse, I just hadn't realised it.

But after some wholesale changes (no, I'm not becoming a woman) and a little self discipline I'm ready to take on the world again. Piece by piece. And that's what it's all about. Tackling things one at a time and not getting bogged down in the treacle of the mundane. No, I've not found religion, or had any really profound thoughts. I think I'm just becoming happy with who I am. A while ago I would've said "This is who I am and if you don't like it, get fucked". Now, it's more like "This is who I am and if you don't like it, then I'm sorry but I can't hang about and worry it or get frustrated by it, I've got stuff to do". Like living.

Get busy living, or get busy dying. A line from one of my most favorite films/books, The Shawshank Redemption. And that's 100% true. No matter what's going on, there's always someone worse off than you are. Cliche? More than likely, but some cliches ring true.

So to end what is an abnormally personal post, expect much more regular updates. Time to get back to what I love, and that's writing. Does it matter if other people read it? Not really. If those that do read what I have to say and like it, then it's a bonus as far as I'm concerned. I'm all about the Happy, the world doesn't have enough of it and that's a shame.

But when all is said and done, life can be Aces. If only you let it. As The Beatles said, Let It Be.