I was born this way.

I was out shopping today and saw the cover of Elle, with my all time favourite drama queen, Lady Gaga. The photo shoot was gorgeous, and I loved watching the BTS's; but when looking at the magazine cover I thought to myself.. "She's had the long white blonde hair, the black, the boy haircut, the mint hair, the Lego crop,... even meat accessories. But what hasn't she had? GINGER."
Come on Gaga, put a little Orange in your life. And I don't mean a red or a bit of orange in one of your music videos, I mean a full on rebirth to Lady Ginger.

To bauble, or not to bauble?

28th November. Too early? Nah, well..
When do you think the best time is to open the cupboard, reach deep in the back, and pull out the christmas decs? I was having a conversation earlier today, and it seems not everyone has a similar opinion. For example, I know a few people who already have their crimbo trees up and decorated, a.k.a. organised nuts. More commonly, people found this thought horrifying, and opted for the 'two weeks into December' attitude. Personally, the first weekend in December is when I can't wait any longer, and out comes the baubles, cheeky. I don't have the trouble of going to buy a Christmas tree because we have two (very real looking) fake ones, and a Christmas Tree smelling candle, and I am content.

I think decorating the house could be prescribed as a form of therapy; it does something to the brain, a release of endorphins or something, I bet it's something in the glitter.

Look at this article by the Telegraph; it said,
"the most expensive Christmas bauble in the world, coated with precious gems and worth a cool £82,000 - and created in a tiny village jewellers."

"The one-of-a-kind tree decoration is made of 18 carat white gold and is plastered with over one and half thousand stunning diamonds. It is surrounded by two incredible rings featuring 188 red rubies and took all year to design and make."
"It is so valuable it is being kept in a steel-framed case surrounded by 6mm thick laminated glass.

The box is surrounded by a high tech microwave bubble, which sounds if it is broken, and even has an extra internal alarm which fills the shop with smoke if it goes off. "

Personally, I wouldn't mind a glittery bauble like this (spare £82,000.. anyone?). But it just goes to show some of us go a tincy incy bit crazy at Christmas time.

I'm one of the lovers and can't wait for a bit of Turkey. Although, maybe the bauble is going a bit overboard, slightly.

All wrapped up in cute.

In my Christmas post I mentioned Christmas adverts, this being a prime example. If I had to describe to anyone the meaning of 'cute' or 'lovely', I would firstly direct them to this video. Marketing genius I have to say. All it took was precisely 1 minute 30 seconds to have me crying in a heart-melted puddle on my lounge puddle. I don't kow if it's the music, the realness of it, or the cuteness of the little boy, but this is easily my favourite advert this year, including the Meerkat clan, and that's saying something.

Princess' vs. Pythagoras

The wise comedian Jon Richardson once said "There are putters and there are leavers. And if you're not sure which one you are, you'll find out if I ask you a question like "Where are your keys?". If I say "Where are your keys?" and you go "Oh, the keys, they're where I put them.", you are a putter, and to sum up you are a good human being. Uh, you work hard, you try hard, you're probably quite successful. The other group, the leavers.. or s*** head devils, to give them their full title. If you say to them "Where are your keys?" they'll go, "Wherever I left 'em", and you will die in an accident. "

I've found today I am definetly a leaver. And looking round at me and the people I know, there tends to be a correlation between leavers and procrastinators.

If you're a putter; organised, ahead of school work, tidy.
If you're a leaver; watching disney movies instead of doing maths revision.

This may be a little personalised but instead of revising for a maths exam I have tomorrow morning at nine, I've spent the day watching beauty and the beast, sleeping beauty and the little mermaid. To be honest the day has been brilliant, but the time dawns when all 'leavers' get to seven'o'clock and realise they have about 3 hours to revise two books worth of work, and have a shower, and watch I'm a Celebrity get me out of here!- yes, that is a priority.

I'm verging on the realisation that I may never be a putter. But, ah well, leaver's have more fun ;)

Stop the Chain!

Oragutan: I love you fluffy. Dog: Get your hand off me now or I will eat it, ginger freak.

However cute this is. DON'T send it to me in a chain e-mail. Please.

Santa's round the Corner!

Dashing through the snow, in a one horse open sleigh!
42 sleeps, 42 sleeps, 42 sleeps, 42 sleeps, 42 sleeps. Okay, I may be a little too excited, but who could blame me?
Christmas for me means many things;
Advent calendars
Mince Pies
Church
Heavily scented candles
Snow- or lack of
Family
Sitting by the fire
Christmas Trees
and preeeeeeesents.

I don't even mind the fact that there is enough Christmas paraphernalia in the shops and on TV to knock some one flat on their back... it's only November 12th.
It comes at this time of year when people show there true colours. Good or evil. Kind or Unkind. Believers or Non-believers, of Santa that is. Cynics and people who have hearts.You don't have to be five to still believe! Yes, he may not be "real", But if I still get this excited at the thought of Christmas, then a fictional character does have a place in my heart, and is therefore real. FACT. Well, sort of.
From this list of good or evil, I am excusing mothers. Not lightly. It is true they have more on their hands like the cooking, the cleaning, the present-buying, the in-laws and the rest, so I don't solely blame them if the thought of Christmas isn't as much as a joy to them as it is for me. However, 95% of women will have to go through that, and once you have reached a certain age, you get carted from household to household eating their mince pies and drinking their mulled wine, so quit your complaining, we all have to do it!

You never know, I may read this in 20 years and think, what am I thinking, but for now, at the start of November, roll on hibernation in a Quality Street tin!

The Culshaw and Stephenson Impressions Show

I'm completly not the type of person who would usually like an impressions show, mainly because I don't really like many of the ones I've seen before, but the most recent Impressions series on the BBC has made me laugh off the sofa in almost every sketch. "Jon Culshaw and Debra Stephenson lampoon some of Britain's most famous people."

I particularly love the Elton John, Michael McIntyre, Claudia Winkleman and Tulisa sketches. And not forgetting Arlene Phillips. The writers of the show this year must be new talent, because compared to this series all other BBC impressions show have been a little poor. But the only way is up!- High five for Take That reference- and a big well done to Culshaw and Stephenson.

The Quilted Jacket.

Whether this is happening everywhere or just in my part of the woods recently I don't know, but everyone, and I mean everyone, seems to have purchased a quilted jacket. I think generally they are a nice style, I like the fitted look and the country gentry feel of them, but SO many people have them. Why?
The Topshop effect. I'm fairly sure.
It's a domino effect that starts with the catwalks, goes straight into Topshop and gradually drips through to H&M, Debenhams, New Look, and now an all time low, Tesco. Yes, Tesco have been selling quilted jackets.
But did it start with the catwalks?
Like I said, I appreciate the quilted jacket style BUT I distinctly remember my Gran wearing one from Tweedmill, (a lovely shop which sells wellies, has a tea room, and is often swamped with the more mature of the population).
So whether or not you fall for the Topshop effect, just think about where its true roots come from. A grannies wardrobe.

Big Brother

It's much easier than I first thought to steer completly clear of Big Brother, and to not have it come into your consciousness at all. Until NOW.
I am one of the few people still devoted to Big Brother, whether that's with the lovely Miss McCall, or otherwise.
If you have managed to stay completly oblivious to British Big Brother 2011, you have not lived. If you have, good for you! I have to say, I am without a doubt, 100% routing for the lovely if slightly ditsy Alex. Whether it's a game plan or not (I think not), she is so entertaining and a little sweetie. I now feel up-tp-date with the blonde Geordie's in their lovely little Dappy-Dubz bubble.

As for dislikes. One word. AARON.
You couldn't get a more sly, arrogant, selfish wannabe. I have no clue how he's survived. I personally think his game plan is cruel, and everything he does is calculated.

I shan't go on for fear of my face turning purple. But if you do watch Big Brother and are contemplating voting for a winner. Alex all the way!

New Blog. New Phone. New Start.

Everyone wants to take advantage of new technology, and what better to celebrate the buying of my new old iPhone than a new blog. I'm so excited to start talking about things applying to mine and hopefully other people's lives. Whether that's new buys, telly opinions, reviews or just thoughts.
So, drum roll please...

I'm first gonna talk about my new phone. Now, many people may regard the iPhone3GS as old, and to be honest, I am one of those very people. However, when I opened my presents for my birthday this year I was NOT let down to see an iPhone3GS staring back up at me. Yes, it may be a few milliseconds slower, and a tincy incy bit fatter than the newest iPhone4 and 4S, but who cares!? It's brand new, lets me call and text people, and I can play angry birds until the cow's come home. I was surprised to find 'Paperchase' are still selling cases for these old aged pensioners, so I bought a cute owl one.

Moral of the story: for all those laughing at my old biddy of a new phone, does yours have a cute owl phone cover? No? ... Didn't think so.