...is rubbish. Are we all in agreement about this? Yes. Good. That's the end of the blog then so I shall say good - oh, sorry? What was that? Yes, you... at the back. You like this television train crash?
It's awful. This episode a couple seemed intent on luring a puppy into bed with them for sordid rampages, complete with a sweater they could rip off in suitable fits of passion. Julia Sawalha plays an uptight post-brothel-mistress with stupid hair and her voice is so squeaky clean it appears to float out of her pursed lips and penetrates your brain with appropriate pain. The Ginger One isn't too irritating, from what I could catch of her whimpers as she had verbal sex with an Irishman.
The Dog-Couple are now sobbing as they are forced to return the sex-dog to its rightful pimp. Bless them. They are disappointed at losing their last remaining 'ho. Oh, hang on - they've bought her back for £4 and a blowjob. How quaint.
I've just realised this will only make sense if you've watched the show. I shall synopsise for you:
There is a ginger one, who lives in a place called Cranberryford. The characters are either incredibly well-spoken to the point of suicide, or so Coun'ree, it's painful. Sometimes these simpletons find their long-lost brother to marry, but in other episodes incest is sadly lacking.
Oh, and there's a postmistresslady who is really snobby.
That's it. And that, really, is it. I spilt fake-tan on my Uggs earlier and need to check on them.
Goodnight and bless you all;
Katie xxx
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Speaker Update...
... this might be a quick one, or Physics revision might drive me to despair and I'll return to add more. Either way, here we go:
Following the Speaker Saga yesterday (which, as sagas go, is better than Twilight), I have come to the shattering conclusion that I do not like Electronics Stores.
Well, that's not strictly true. I like skipping around the aisles, looking at camcorders that record in HD and Blu-Whale and 2D and all those exciting things, and I like looking at laptops and wishing I could afford a MacBook (but not the 'Air', because if you're just buying air it doesn't seem like good value for money. But that's just my opinion). I adore opening and closing the fridges to see if they work, and they never seem to, and I like getting caught up in television shows that you can't hear the audio, and if you can hear some sort of audio it's for the wrong show you want to watch. Then you get fixated and people walk into you, and you probably look awfully silly to other bystanders, who have not yet reached the televisions and are still opening and closing fridges to check no-one is inside.
So, I DO like Electronics Stores.
Until, that is... you want to buy something.
It doesn't matter if you have all the money in the world, we, as customers, seem intent on pretending we don't want to buy the product - which of course we do, else we wouldn't have wasted our Saturday afternoons going to the damned shop - in a shameless yet excruciatingly embarrassing attempt at a discount. And then we're too scared to ask; yes, £39394834893493489328 may be too much for a memory stick, but it is 2839809384093GB and it does open in an amusing way, so it must be alright.
And then, of course, you have to pretend you know the difference between the specs the Someone-Who-Looks-Like-They-Work-There-But-Might-Just-Be-Another-Grumpy-Spotty-Teenager has told you about, even though really you just want one that works and maybe has a remote control. And you have to act like you CARE about these things as well, not just whether it would fit in your lounge/bedroom/kitchen and look alright next to the piece of tat they sold you last year during the bloody January sales.
Then, one of the most awkward points in existence - the final crux of it. Do you want to buy the product or not? How do you shrug the over-eager Someone-Who-looks-Like-They-Work-There-But-Might-Just-Be-Another-Grumpy-Spotty-Teenager (and yes I did re-write that, bloody thing wouldn't let me copy+paste) off onto his merry, spotty way and leave, without letting him realise you'll only eBay it later or - even worse - buy it at the OTHER Electronics Store across town?!
And if you do decide to buy it, you have to cope with the "Well would you like insurance with that? No... it will cover blahblahblahblah for two hours after leaving the store, at only £2030239203920? No, well... if you're sure?.... Yes, good choice madam, I'll add that amount to your purchase."
All this I endured on Sunday. Only to find, as discussed below, that my purchase DIDN'T BLOODY WORK.
Well today... I had to return to the store, to get it fixed. None of the above embarrassment was endured, but this time fresh, new cringes were added to the mix. Thoughts entered my head such as "Does he really know what he is doing? Did he really just ask me where the plug went? Is he giving me a new set of speakers, or did he just swap the box and is re-giving me my old one?"
YES MUM, ALRIGHT! I AM REVISING.
Today I overcame a multitude of downfalls in an attempt to get a working set of speakers. This blog has been cut short, but my delight has not, as katiesawfulmusic.fm has returned in working order ;)
Goodnight and God/Allah/Buddha Bless...
Katiee x
Following the Speaker Saga yesterday (which, as sagas go, is better than Twilight), I have come to the shattering conclusion that I do not like Electronics Stores.
Well, that's not strictly true. I like skipping around the aisles, looking at camcorders that record in HD and Blu-Whale and 2D and all those exciting things, and I like looking at laptops and wishing I could afford a MacBook (but not the 'Air', because if you're just buying air it doesn't seem like good value for money. But that's just my opinion). I adore opening and closing the fridges to see if they work, and they never seem to, and I like getting caught up in television shows that you can't hear the audio, and if you can hear some sort of audio it's for the wrong show you want to watch. Then you get fixated and people walk into you, and you probably look awfully silly to other bystanders, who have not yet reached the televisions and are still opening and closing fridges to check no-one is inside.
So, I DO like Electronics Stores.
Until, that is... you want to buy something.
It doesn't matter if you have all the money in the world, we, as customers, seem intent on pretending we don't want to buy the product - which of course we do, else we wouldn't have wasted our Saturday afternoons going to the damned shop - in a shameless yet excruciatingly embarrassing attempt at a discount. And then we're too scared to ask; yes, £39394834893493489328 may be too much for a memory stick, but it is 2839809384093GB and it does open in an amusing way, so it must be alright.
And then, of course, you have to pretend you know the difference between the specs the Someone-Who-Looks-Like-They-Work-There-But-Might-Just-Be-Another-Grumpy-Spotty-Teenager has told you about, even though really you just want one that works and maybe has a remote control. And you have to act like you CARE about these things as well, not just whether it would fit in your lounge/bedroom/kitchen and look alright next to the piece of tat they sold you last year during the bloody January sales.
Then, one of the most awkward points in existence - the final crux of it. Do you want to buy the product or not? How do you shrug the over-eager Someone-Who-looks-Like-They-Work-There-But-Might-Just-Be-Another-Grumpy-Spotty-Teenager (and yes I did re-write that, bloody thing wouldn't let me copy+paste) off onto his merry, spotty way and leave, without letting him realise you'll only eBay it later or - even worse - buy it at the OTHER Electronics Store across town?!
And if you do decide to buy it, you have to cope with the "Well would you like insurance with that? No... it will cover blahblahblahblah for two hours after leaving the store, at only £2030239203920? No, well... if you're sure?.... Yes, good choice madam, I'll add that amount to your purchase."
All this I endured on Sunday. Only to find, as discussed below, that my purchase DIDN'T BLOODY WORK.
Well today... I had to return to the store, to get it fixed. None of the above embarrassment was endured, but this time fresh, new cringes were added to the mix. Thoughts entered my head such as "Does he really know what he is doing? Did he really just ask me where the plug went? Is he giving me a new set of speakers, or did he just swap the box and is re-giving me my old one?"
YES MUM, ALRIGHT! I AM REVISING.
Today I overcame a multitude of downfalls in an attempt to get a working set of speakers. This blog has been cut short, but my delight has not, as katiesawfulmusic.fm has returned in working order ;)
Goodnight and God/Allah/Buddha Bless...
Katiee x
Monday, 22 March 2010
Well hello...!
Hasn't the weather been marvellous? Well... mostly. Today it rained like the proverbial cats and dogs, but the weekend was kind to us and I managed to parade around in a summer dress! I know, how lovely.
I am (slowly) on the mend, which may be down to the sixty thousand pills I am taking on a thrice-daily basis. Possibly. It's not taken much effect as of yet, but we shall remain helpful; shan't we?! After all, without hope, we are hopeless. Uh, yes.
In lighter news, I have developed a revision timetable! Ooh-er, I hear you cry, Katie with her fancy ways! Fear not, my little spice-racks, I have not elevated myself above common-as-muck status at present, but I can see the gleaming, biro-scribbled, product of my efforts blue-tacked on the side of my bookcase from my now neatly-organised desk. Simple things, my friends, simple things.
In more interesting news (yes, there is such a thing), I purchased some iPod speakers yesterday from a charming young (and I mean, young. He made me look ancient) man yesterday. I spent apparent hours agonising over choices of sound quality, radio alarms, LCD displays and whether they had a funny dial you could play with - but I eventually decided. Money well spent. Or so I thought.
I returned home, tore them from the box and thrust the little silvery thing in wherever it was supposed to go. Nothing. Double-checked it was plugged in correctly. Nothing. All my delight at how neatly the speakers had been packaged evaporated like summer rain as I attempted to wriggle my iPod into what I hoped was a more suitable position.
Finally, life. No sound, but a flash of green - which, according to the 190 page instruction manual (7 pages of which are English and therefore of any use to me) means it is charging. So I waited. And waited some more.
Then, the flicker of life extinguished before my big brown eyes as if urinated on by a particularly vicious canine. At first, fury overtook me, then disappointment and finally frustration.
Fear not my loyal followers; all three of you will be satisfied to know I shall return tomorrow with a slightly peturbed frown and potentially a short skirt for speedier service.
Alternatively, you may be interested to know I plan to live and work in Sydney following Uni. :)
Best wishes my friends, keep hoping;
Katie :)
P.S. As GCSEs come increasingly closer, please expect me to blog more - sorry; less. Because of me avoiding - sorry, SORRY - increasing my revision and studying, there will be mor - less time for impor - inane internet ramblings. I look forward to it ;)
xx
I am (slowly) on the mend, which may be down to the sixty thousand pills I am taking on a thrice-daily basis. Possibly. It's not taken much effect as of yet, but we shall remain helpful; shan't we?! After all, without hope, we are hopeless. Uh, yes.
In lighter news, I have developed a revision timetable! Ooh-er, I hear you cry, Katie with her fancy ways! Fear not, my little spice-racks, I have not elevated myself above common-as-muck status at present, but I can see the gleaming, biro-scribbled, product of my efforts blue-tacked on the side of my bookcase from my now neatly-organised desk. Simple things, my friends, simple things.
In more interesting news (yes, there is such a thing), I purchased some iPod speakers yesterday from a charming young (and I mean, young. He made me look ancient) man yesterday. I spent apparent hours agonising over choices of sound quality, radio alarms, LCD displays and whether they had a funny dial you could play with - but I eventually decided. Money well spent. Or so I thought.
I returned home, tore them from the box and thrust the little silvery thing in wherever it was supposed to go. Nothing. Double-checked it was plugged in correctly. Nothing. All my delight at how neatly the speakers had been packaged evaporated like summer rain as I attempted to wriggle my iPod into what I hoped was a more suitable position.
Finally, life. No sound, but a flash of green - which, according to the 190 page instruction manual (7 pages of which are English and therefore of any use to me) means it is charging. So I waited. And waited some more.
Then, the flicker of life extinguished before my big brown eyes as if urinated on by a particularly vicious canine. At first, fury overtook me, then disappointment and finally frustration.
Fear not my loyal followers; all three of you will be satisfied to know I shall return tomorrow with a slightly peturbed frown and potentially a short skirt for speedier service.
Alternatively, you may be interested to know I plan to live and work in Sydney following Uni. :)
Best wishes my friends, keep hoping;
Katie :)
P.S. As GCSEs come increasingly closer, please expect me to blog more - sorry; less. Because of me avoiding - sorry, SORRY - increasing my revision and studying, there will be mor - less time for impor - inane internet ramblings. I look forward to it ;)
xx
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