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Smelling salts

by Emsbabee @ 2008-05-15 - 21:38:24

There is a sixth form college just up the road from where we live, and every morning, the entire cast of Skins pass our flat. I swear to God teenagers have got better looking, not to mention better dressed, than in my day. It’s like London Fashion Week out there of a morning, with the pointy shoes, and the silly hair. The amount of jewellery they have hanging off them means that en masse, it sounds as if they are wearing cow bells. Hmm, and I sound like Mary Whitehouse.

Anyway, back to my original point. Which I don’t think I’ve mentioned yet.

Yesterday, one of the skinny minions that Topshop design impossibly small clothes for (easy Mary) collapsed on the pavement outside our window. No big deal, I doubt you can fit breakfast in when you’re wearing jeans that tight. Ram a Mars bar between her glossy lips and send her on her way.

Except it’s not the first time. I’ve witnessed the same event at least three times before on my way to work. I can’t be sure if it’s the same girl, she’s always surrounded by a group of concerned friends that won’t let me get a proper look. But for the sake of my point (and I promise you, there will be one) lets say that it is.

What could be the cause? It can’t be normal to routinely pass out like that. They didn’t even bother to call the ambulance out yesterday, so it must be a fairly regular occurrence. Ignoring any nasty medical disorders (‘cos they’re just no fun), could it be:

Hypothesis a) sheer weight of jewellery, hairspray, make-up and teenage confidence causes girl to collapse?

Hypothesis b) Village of the Damned scenario, in which aliens cause girl to pass out in order to impregnate her with their evil, pale-haired spawn?

Hypothesis c) girl just loves the challenge of removing dog faeces and chewing gum from her hair?

No. There is only one logical conclusion. She has fainting goat syndrome.

Culture club

by Emsbabee @ 2008-05-15 - 12:05:46

It's been 3 weeks since I last purchased a gossip magazine. I have no idea what's going on amongst the dregs of celebrity. Who is suspected of shoving powder up their nose or their fingers down their throat. Who's lost weight. Who's gained weight. Who's got new shoes. Who's got a new nose.

How many frappuccinos has Britney been seen clutching this week? When are Jordan and Peter having their second wedding? Is there going to be an Atomic Kitten reunion, or are we only dreaming?

I've got to start watching Newsnight.

The hills are alive

by Emsbabee @ 2008-05-13 - 10:06:14

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That's my little sister in the background, having some kind of back to nature epiphany. You'd be forgiven for thinking she'd escaped from somewhere.

The Jew of the Nile

by Emsbabee @ 2008-05-12 - 13:55:05

Can you suggest a better way to spend a suprisingly warm Sunday, than holing up in your flat, which is pulsating with trapped heat, and watching The Jewel of the Nile? Well, I couldn't, so that's what I did.

Suspending your disbelief is not really an option when watching this sort of film, it's a requirement. I could accept the depiction of a fictional African country, where both the city dwellers and the local tribes spoke exactly the same language, which sounded like a mixture of Polish and Urdu. That Danny Devito could become a Sufi in about ten minutes. That you could hot wire a fighter jet. Because it's all just harmless fun, right? Who cares about geography when you've got Devito being sat on by a mule?

But I could not accept this actor as a 'spiritual leader of the Arab people'.

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Because I was almost certain that he was Jewish.
So I checked it out, and my suspicions were correct, here he is, Avner Eisenberg, the Jew of the Nile.

I thought that was just pushing it that one step too far. Come on people, you got the rest of the casting spot on. I loved the sizzling combination of Douglas and Devito! It spoke to me! It inspired me! It very nearly aroused me!

I mean, how difficult was it to find Arabic actors in 1985? Or did they just pick the first bloke at the auditions with a convincing beard and think, he'll do?

I'm Charlotte Church, and I'm a God. Not THE God, just A God.

by Emsbabee @ 2008-05-09 - 14:24:59

I have new-found respect for Miss Church. All because of this advert.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQ7y5f7_fho

Just look at her, bursting out of that safari suit, wobbling her famous tonsils. Roaring like a bulldozer on a frosty morning. She's incredible. The song was written for her. I'm surprised it wasn't written by her.

Holiday summary

by Emsbabee @ 2008-05-08 - 20:02:08

Panic attacks in airport toilets: 1

Weather: constant sunshine

Sunburn: One patch between breasts

Tan: non-existent. I continue to resemble an albino dwarf.

Number of books read: 5

Number of serious books read: 1 - Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. The rest were by Lynda la Plante.

Food: Bread. Meat. Cheese.

Drink: Drink!

Sights: Beach. Supermarket. Mountain. Bar. Supermarket Beach. Pool. Bar. Beach. Beach. Pool. Beach. Barcelona.

Seafood sampled: Lobster paella and seafood platter. Neither by me, the Little Mermaid used to be my favourite film.

Cases of food poisoning resulting from seafood sampling: 1 - Our friend Steve contracted a mild case from a razor clam, but was back to full capacity the next day and had 4 servings of breakfast to prove it.

Attempts to rescue scrawny, flea-ridden cats: several

Successful attempts to rescue scrawny, flea-ridden cats: 0. Perhaps if I'd known the Spanish for 'come here ickle kitty witty woo'...

Hangovers: 8 nights x 4 people = 32.