Archive for October 17th, 2007


My middlie has put in a request to have tickets for one of the upcoming Spice Girls reunion concerts. 

Mum, please.  I really want to go!  Zoe’s going and so is Emma!  Please mum.

I have a real problem with this on several levels.  Those women are damned wealthy enough and I really don’t want to be contributing to their already bursting bank accounts.  I can think of no valid and important reason why this bunch of talentless, mouthy and unbearably irritating never-has-beens should be re-forming to make a one-off tour and an undoubtedly crap album so I refuse to support their dreadfulsome comeback.

Spice Girl apologists are coming out with the usual tosh such as them being healthy role models for young girls and great ambassadors of girl-empowerment, blah, blah . . .  but Girl Power was nothing but a massive marketing ploy aimed at young girls to get them to spend their hard-earned pocket money (and their parents money) on all the cheesy merchandise and those bloody awful records.  And they did nothing for female empowerment except to commercialise thousands and thousands of young girls and give them hollow expectations of what life is about.

I don’t know how much the tickets are going to cost.  No doubt the figures will reflect their exploitative greed (and that of their manager).  But do you know what?  If their reunion was in aid of a respectable charity I don’t think I’d have a problem paying but when it’s just to feed their fading ego’s and their bank balances, they can bloody well whistle for it.  They failed abysmally as soloists and their only motive in this reunion is gratuitous greed and a sad effort to reclaim some of their long-lost celebrity status. 

Is there no imagination left?

Or am I just in a bad mood today?


On eggings, Inadequacy and Chasing Sunsets

I thought I had bloggers block but I haven’t really.  I’m just feeling woefully inadequate after blog-hopping for an hour or so and reading some pretty damn good blogs.  And do you know what else?  Some bloggers – they write the shortest of blog posts consisting of a couple of random sentences about some random incident that they randomly observed or experienced that day and what happens?  They recieve about a million not-so-random comments!  Some people are just born with charisma.  Useless me – I write a three-million word essay on human dignity and it recieves a big fat zero and . . . as if to rub in the salt, my stats take a nose-dive.  Sigh.  I always was a dull fecker.  No, actually I’m being too hard on myself.  I am usually good company.  Ask my lovely but very dead Grandma.

Anyway, dull or not, today I was enraged! Livid! Furious! Livid! Incensed! Livid! Infuriated! Livid!

My middlie called me after school.  She had been waiting for her bus along with several other kids from the school.  She told me that as she was stood waiting with her friends, a car drove by and slowed down as it went past the kids.  The passengers of said car then opened the windows and pelted said kids with eggs.  Now I’m sure your first reaction is to laugh out at this but let me tell you, my middlie’s friend recieved a nasty cut very close to her eye and my daughter got raw egg in her mouth and eyes, not to mention the mess all over her school blazer.  I swear to the great gods of nasty mischief-making, if I’d have been there, I would have chased after that car, dragged the boys out and given them a good slapping.  Yes, t’is easy to talk tough in here. 

She soon got over the incident and hasn’t given a second more of head-space to those morons whose only pleasure in life is to drive around in cars harassing school kids with weapons of mass distinktion  (I might be dull but I make bloody good jokes!).

And moving on, I have a good picture of tonight’s sunset which was taken by my daughter from the car on our way home from her dance class.  She saw the sunset, gasped at its beauty and scrambled egg inside my bag in the hope of finding my camera.   As luck would rather oddly have it, the camera was there.  

As is always the case, she only managed one shot before the batteries died but I think it’s quite a good shot considering the fact that it was taken from the inside the car while we were in motion. 

Anyway, she said it would look good on my blog and who am I to disagree with an eleven-year-old who has . . .  oh, erm . . . egg on her face actually?  Unfortunately she caught my tatty tax-disc in the shot so for the last two hours I have tried and tried to Adobephotoshop it out, I’ve tried to Imageready it out and goodness knows what else I’ve tried to do but I cannot for the life of me figure out those damn things so the tatty disc remains for now.

Here it is, in it’s unedited, original full glory – my sunny-side-up daughter’s sunset . . . .