I’ve never been to a fireworks display proper. I grew up in a house overlooking a small park, and every year the neighbourhood kids would start to collect pieces of cardboard and abandoned furniture, piling it up into a corner of the park from about mid-October onwards. It would be set ablaze just after dark, and I’d run upstairs to watch from my mother’s bedroom window. The fire was pretty spectacular, but the fireworks were all over the place (generally because they’d be coming from people’s gardens).
So I’m really looking forward to tonight: Trish has suggested we go to the annual firework display on Glasgow Green. While I don’t imagine it’ll be particularly storybook cold noses and toasted marshmallows, I’m still really looking forward to it.
It’s been an odd weekend: lots of highs but some pretty rubbish lows. Having Katie to stay and be sarcastic at the television with me was fantastic, as long as she didn’t think that as I’m now the sort of person who tears the Gordon Ramsay recipes out of the Saturday Times magazine and who then puts her back out on a Saturday night just when you’re planning to go out I’ve gotten too boring. Toffee apple muffins though… mmm….
And I’m still loving X Factor, although not because I’m particularly supporting any of the participants. There is one, sweet Scottish guy, but he’s bit rubbish – which rules out my traditional, somewhat jingoistic stance on reality television contestants. Same Difference manage to combine the cheesy*, fun factor with coming across as the most genuine television contests ever – oh, don’t spoil my illusion. I think, most of all, I’m watching to make sure that the teenage slappers get what they deserve: there’s something inherently creepy about dressing a 15 year old up in leather and having her sing about wanting “a good spanking” in front of an audience that includes her parents. The judges all seem to think it’s “girl power” as well. Gross.
*Yeah, I discovered in Asda yesterday that you should be eating three portions of cheese (milk, or yoghurt) a day, on top of your five fruit or veg. I ain’t gonna argue.
The National were wonderful on Friday night, but I’ll try to get to them later in the week.
leave off teenage slappers…someone has to deal with declining birthrates
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Enjoy Friday night?
There’s something amazing about both Same Difference and Rhydian, I love them both equally. I want to love Asbestos Andy and Rubbish Scottish Boy, but they’re just both a bit too rubbish. Don’t get me started on trampy Hope though – they’ve got faces I’d never tire of belting.
Enjoy the fireworks tonight! I would go, however I’ll be learning how to do three point turns in Jordanhill whilst Jason and Danny turn the house upside down having a learning-to-walk marathon. In the hour I’m out I expect Danny to have learned how to do laps of the kitchen and sprint down the hall.
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That wean’s going to be starting uni before I catch up with you, love! I’m rubbish.
Rhydian rules. Clearly. So very clearly. The pretty boys are dead in the eyes, have no idea how to deliver a lyric and can’t hold their pitch. I do like Bev, though clearly she’s just going to end up in Chicago like Brenda. Poor lamb. Rhydian’s the only album I’d buy/gig I’d go to.
Niki can naff off. She’s the female Steve Brookstein.
A friend of mine is convinced Niki has some kind of calculated plan. It makes me sick every time she bats her eyelashes at the judges. “Who, me? I’m just a DINNER LADY.”
I have been warned off liking Bev since we discovered her nephew plays for West Brom. And I thought Rhydian looked a little tired at the weekend but he’s still the most entertaining (even if it’s not to my tastes) – just not sure how they’ll keep it going for however many weeks.
Congratulations on not being filed as spam for what must be the first time ever!
I don’t buy this nonsense about having to eat cheese every day OR YOU’LL DIE(!!!!!), but I’m guessing you’re just using it as an excuse to justify a large intake of cheddar…
And for the record, I despise every one of the X Factor contestants – my girlfriend hates that I always spoil her enjoyment of the show by ranting about how rubbish they are…
the rhydian thing is actually a bit mystifying to me. Isnt the point of doing a different ‘genre’ of music each week, that the contestatnts get to display their versatillity? He’s basically doing the same thing every week. Just different clothes.
Jon – you knows it.
X factor chat, eh? I hate that Rhydian – he has a face I would gladly slap. Haven’t really seen it since they started doing the live shows though but my sis told me one girl was caught red handed in a happy slapping incident or something lol… who was it?? Agree with you about those leather-clad hussies… but it was comedy gold the one time I saw their song (I think they were doing under my umbrella ella ella ella ella etc or pussy cat dolls or summink, can’t remember) and they were all totally tarting it up except this one slightly chubbier member in the middle who looked SO awkward, it was hilarious.
Well yes anyway… I’m pulling an all nighter right now to write my French essay and it’s nearly 4:00am and I’ve hardly got a word down and have done the rounds of every website I could think of so I suppose there’s no more putting it off and I’d better go finish the thing! But thought I’d say a quick hello! xxx
I should write about reality telly all the time if it means I get this many comments! Shameless whore that I am…
Hope you got the essay finished. And yay for new blogs!