Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Liebster Blog



I have a friend. Her name is Jessica.
She is one of those people where if you were not friends with her, you might hate her.
I don't mean that in an offensive way at all.
She has a beautiful face. She has a sexy body. She has thick shiny hair.
You would assume with her good looks she could be a bitch and get away with it. So you immediately might take a offish stance towards her. Particularly if you are another girl.

But she is one of the nicest people I have ever met.
She is always there for her friends. Always smiling and laughing. Always says encouraging things. (Like calling you fat to make sure you get off your arse and run. Jokes.)
She can cook. She can cook really well.
And to top it all off, she is a secret genius. I say secret because she is a genius; she just doesn't overtly tell us about it. Which is considerate to us not-so-geniuses.

I'm not advocating you all hate her if you don't know her. Quite the opposite. I am merely proving that people who are pretty, smart and gifted can also be lovely. And to prove it, this said friend was also lovely enough to award me with Liebster Award.

So there is it.
Thank you, Jess.
I don't think I have won anything in my life. I certainly did not win the EuroMillions.


The rules of this award are as follows:

- Link back to the person who gave the award to you and thank them. check.
- Post the award on your blog. check.
- Give the award to five bloggers with less than 200 followers who you appreciate and value. (This is not something to be offended by; not everyone will instantly acquire 1000 followers.)
- Let your award winners know by commenting on their blog. (Or on Twitter, as I was informed.)





I am not really one to follow rules to the book. I tend to do 35 mph rather than 30 ( I hope the PoPo aren't reading), I never really read all the books on the Seminar reading lists and when I say I have eaten my five a day I tend to have included the peppers on my Chicken Supreme pizza.
So although I have completed the first two rules. And will, in due course, complete the last, I shall not award the Leibster Award to five other people. Mostly because I don't know five other bloggers.

By not following the rules of the award precisely, I hope Jess doesn't steal it away from me.



Jessica Eats (Food)

(No one said I can't re-award, right? I mean, Usain Bolt didn't give back his Olympic Gold because he already had one...)

This is undoubtedly my favourite food blog of all time. I am biased. But objectivity is impossible.

This blog makes me salivate.
Makes my stomach groan.
Makes my eyes cry with happiness at the beauty the world (well, Jess) can produce.

Ok. I might not literally cry but the salivating and the groaning 100 per cent occurs.

Jess writes about recipes, restaurants and ressersts ('desserts' didn't quite fit with the alliteration thing I was going for.)
Despite preferring savoury foods to sweet, my favourite thing about this blog are the pictures and recipes of cakes. She could convert me over to the sweet side if she presented me with one of her creations (*cough*).

For those with a more serious interest in food (and not just oglers of delicious things like me), this blog is also perfect.  Her restaurant reviews are detailed and honest. I almost feel as though I have been to them myself.



And I think to myself...

The creator of this blog, James, currently thinks he is Christopher Columbus. Apart from he is exploring well-known places in Europe. And on trains. But it means he hasn't blogged in a while.
However, he assures me on his return he is planning on writing shit loads about his European adventures. Something I'm looking forward to.
His sarcastic wit is hilarious and the prominent theme of pessimism is ironically uplifting.
I like this blog particularly because it makes me consider things I would not normally consider in life. Perhaps because there is no real advantage to considering them and they are largely irrelevant topics? Jokes. That's my blog.
But the posts are original, insightful into the mind of a middle-class Tory (something that will forever continue to baffle me), and well-written. Like. In actual real sentences.

Better still, it's bordering on the controversial. And everyone loves being a little risqué.



Spilling my Beans

I could be wrong, but it seems that the majority of Jack's blog centres on my favourite thing in life: Awkward moments.
And it appears as though Jack is often finding himself in difficult situations. This just provides hilarity for the rest of us. And is much appreciated.
I normally find myself reading this blog in a room with other people. This is a mistake. I don't like laughing at a computer screen when other people are in the room. They normally look at me oddly and ask what I am up to and I want to continue reading, not read out what I have just read. (That, I assure Jack, I do after so as to encourage the reading of his blog.)
Anyway, because I try not to laugh out loud I end up looking as though I'm secretly looking at funny porn. I get a dodgy grin on face and a tense warm feeling in my stomach as it is telling me to open my mouth and make a sound.
Odd, I know.
Basically, I am saying this blog is funny. Really funny.





So. READ THEM ALL.
now bitches.





Monday, 6 August 2012

Fortune Fish.





Now, I know that being August it is a little early to talk about Christmas, but I am beginning this post with a reminder of Christmas Crackers.

Let me tell you now, if you thought you were privileged enough to have those crackers with the silver pen and the mirror and the screwdriver set and the spring egg cups and a silver keyring then you were wrong. Because you missed out on the Fortune Fish. From the shit crackers. 


If you have no idea what I am talking about, here is pictorial evidence of my claim:



The idea is you place the fish on your palm and it moves in a particular way to tell you something about your personality. My fish ALWAYS curled at the sides which means, according to the accompanying guide, that I am fickle. 




I agree with the great Fortune Fish. I am fickle. 



This month, I demonstrated this trait once again as I claimed I had no interest in the Olympics.
Living 20 minutes from the Olympic park, I saw the Olympics as more of an inconvenience. 

But whilst I was intoxicating myself with vodka before a night out on the tiles (or the pavements as it turned out), I caught myself getting into the Opening Ceremony playing in the background. 
Being a History buff, they won me over with their Industrial Revolution factories to be honest. 


Waking up with a slight hangover the next morning, my friend Jess (who's blog makes me salivate every time I read it #sogood), was keen on watching the men's road cycling. Once again I got into it. I got excited and nervous (exervous- should definitely be a credited emotion) as the men raced to the finish line.

I was hooked. And on a trip to Tesco I bought a wrist band inscribed with 'London 2012' on. Which anyone can tell you means I was officially a true fan.


Only issue was that my enthusiasm came a little too late and I was disappointed I didn't have tickets to any of the events.

My sob story ends there though because after all the complaints about the empty seats and the resale of tickets, I bagged myself a ticket to women's handball. 
Norway v. South Korea AND Montenegro v. Angola. 
Biggest games in the Olympics.





Being that England are TERRIBLE at handball, I of course knew nothing about the sport. 
But  I love high scoring games and so handball is now my second favourite sport (to basketball). 

Although we got the cheap tickets (£20) we had a pretty good view. The ticket also gave us entry into the Olympic Park for which tickets were £10 each and sold out, AND a travel card for London which is around £8.30 or more. So technically our seat was less that £2.


After watching history being made on that fine Wednesday morning, we made the most of getting entry into the Park. Mostly by taking pictures, eating foods from the numerous food vans and watching other events on the Live Screen. 



Olympic Stadium


Bradley Wiggins winning gold. On the Live Screen

Basketball Arena




Aside from the experience of going to watch an event, I have enjoyed watching loads of things on TV. BBC's coverage and their Red Button channel (or the BBC Olympic channels) have really taken over my existence!





Can't wait till Rio 2016. 

Fickle bitch.