It’s hot, I’m tired, I have a cold and a teensy hangover.
I can’t be arsed getting off the couch and I’ve been surfing forums pretty much since I got up.  At  one point, I detoured to Google Images to find a picture of Robert Pattinson to appease a twifan who may have been traumatised by my Maybelline signature there.
Now, Twilight aside, I’m a bit of a fan of RPatz. Not because he makes me all SQUEEE!!!! (which he doesn’t, although I have noticed in some of his candid shots he …

Edward chuckled and raised one perfect eyebrow. Bella grimaced. Jacob flushed under his russet skin. Edward chuckled again. His face was unreadable. Alice chagrined.  Bella gazed into Edward’s perfect face, marvelling at how the marble Adonis could love someone as plain as her. She grimaced. Edward raised one perfectly sculpted eyebrow and chuckled.
Repeat the above paragraph for 1500 pages and you have Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking dawn.
OK, so the writing is terrible.  She’s not the first author who has a toxic relationship with adjectives.  Matthew Riley doesn’t seem to use …

I ducked into the supermarket today to quickly grab a few items I needed for Christmas baking. My plans for a quick dash in, down two aisles and back to the checkout were thwarted, however, by a pair of septuagenarians, one pushing a walker and one a trolley, who would stop every four paces in what could only be described as a two person jack-knife as, bent in towards each other, they would closely scan their shopping list and then the shelves next to them. Four paces, repeat.
I was still deliberating over whether …

It was my turn to hit the video store for the weekend movie afternoon and evening (something for the kids, something for the adults). The duck had mentioned that he had never seen the Warren Beatty/Madonna movie Dick Tracy, so I found that and then attempted to get the whole five-weeklies-for-a-fiver with the same first letter, but it turned out harder to find five rentable movies starting with the letter D so after Dick Tracy and Duchess I had to step to the left and work through the letter C …

In my attempts to be less of a consumer, I don’t layby.  There is not a product on the planet that I absolutely must have, must reserve the right to own despite not being able to afford it. I eschew toy sales and the craziness of packing away more toys than my children will ever play with, based on the notion that they are somehow cheaper in the middle of the year than they will be anywhere in the next six months leading up to Christmas.
I’ve been known to ridicule …