Woo-hoo! Soda stream are back and I love it! We just got the new version and it’s fab! The concentrates are all natural flavourings now, so we won’t be whizzing our tits off on E-numbers or colours, but the memory of happy sugar induced comatose lows and high tartrazine trips seem to flood back with this advert..
Sometimes Sunday night telly just gets the better of me and Lost does exactly that. So far, apart from the time travelling bunnies and the 118 118 sponsership, I just don’t get it. Let’s face the facts. Jim from Neighbours isn’t really that scary and electro magnetic fields is only magic in X-Men and second year high school science lessons.
To add wierdness to the whole thing and to prove that the production team also haven’t really got a clue how this will (if ever) eventually end, they had alternate endings made!
So, on the quest for alternate Lost-isms, let’s add this other one to the picture and see what happens next.
After chatting about coffee and bears and Coronation Street, I asked that you join the Gadget Show campaign to Wi-fi the whole country even though Norwich was already ahead of the game. I told a couple of jokes that had been lifted from Internet sources and told you how I’d bumped into a friend from uni days via My Space. I also told you about which red wine I was drinking at that time. Kylie added me as a ‘friend’ on My Space, shortly followed by the Scissor sisters and one of the Bucks Fizzes and Pam Ann, all before I decided to pull the plug on it.
I Googled Christmas, had trouble with woollen Tribbles, it snowed and I bought an olive tree. That takes you to February where, I visited Cardiff and went as far as Land’s End before coming back to a job that had a horrible manager that was about 13 years old. I knew this because she asked me, “How many letters are there in the alphabet?”. I then took in a show, ate baked dough balls and emailed a friend in Oz…, Australia, not Emerald City. Then there was a fire down my street, but it didn’t wipe out a 1970s style shopping complex (more’s the pity), but it was okay as the council had decided to knock most of it down next year and revamp the area. One of the lesbians next door mooned me from the courtyard – except she didn’t realise I could see her and it was aimed at her girlfriend anyway.
Talking of moons, around that time, there was a lunar eclipse and the moon went red. I visited Dunwich, then got tonsillitis, drew a cabbage and couldn’t wait until Doctor Who came back on the telly. Easter happened and Australia had a new season of Kath & Kim and I watched “Snakes On a Plane” which was rubbish. My tomato seedlings were strong enough to move outside even though the rocket seedlings died and I bought myself a new camera.
Mum had an operation and went to recuperate with my sister and I took lots of pictures on my new camera. Father Christmas stalked my house with a telephoto lens and I found loads of cool Pam Ann footage on You Tube and then went to see her live. There was a blackbird singing the “Addams Family” theme tune in the garden and then I went to see “Terre Haute” at the theatre. I visited the Kensington museums and saw Kylie’s hot pants and some dinosaurs and then stayed in the hotel that had some radiation problems just a while before. I didn’t take tea there.
I watched another terrible Eurovision Song Contest and was amazed that even Poland didn’t throw a point our way and bought an Apple TV – which is still a pretty cool thing… My friend told me she was getting married the coming year and another friend got hitched that weekend. I had a holiday and read the new Maupin and then decided that my job needed to be changed. Pam Ann made a comedy ad for British Airways and I carved a pumpkin that won me £50 in a competition!
A marketing company read my Blog and sent me a free DVD to say thanks for posting some Pam related Blogs online and then I went to watch the fireworks. The local gay club was turned into a straight disco for the vacuous blonds of the city and then the Blog turned one year old.
I changed jobs and sang “Top of The World” and I asked you to singalong in a karaoke stylee and then continued the theme by dancing to Viola Wills. I told you about the evil British Banks and their way of making money from you using penalty charges as income, had some lovely coffee and took some pictures of my local riverside…
So what now?, well, last night, an earthquake woke me up!
It’s been a while, but here I am, older than before but still alive! Please put your hands together to welcome the new and improved 36 year old me. I know, the scary thing is that I really had to think hard about how old I actually was.
Funnily enough, I’ve also started to see the younguns wear the same type of clothes that I did back in the eighties. I’m feeling old. Luckily, D gave me an ace birthday present. Say hello to Nespresso!
I needed convincing to move away from keeping my beans in the freezer and then grinding each time the coffee urge struck, but I tasted and sniffed and even broke into one of those little pods to see the real, sustainably grown coffee ground… then I was hooked. Apparently, this is the coffee that they serve in Upper Class on British Airway Flights. Maybe it saves on spills for those quicker than usual landings that may happen.
Lovely!
Speaking of the jet set, I’ve also some noticed some sneaky gossip about the fantastic Pam Ann… just check out this Blog by “Film Fabulous London” to see more.
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