AnneElicious

This poor guy has had the hiccups for 15 months now - I can’t even bear them for 10 minutes!

I have a cure that always works for me, and it’s worked for 99% of the people I’ve tried it on (the other 1% were too drunk to try it properly I reckon).

1. Fill a glass with water or a beverage of your choice (preferably not beer though, it’ll likely only make it worse).
2. Put a straw in the drink or get another kind being (preferably more sober than you) to hold the glass for you.
3. Put your fingers in your ears - as far in as you can without causing damage obviously - careful now.
4. Drink as much of the water/beverage of choice as you can whilst blocking your ears - either through the straw or the other person ‘feeding’ it to you.

It works for me anyways - something to do with the air pressure and tubes connecting yadda yadda yadda.

This is bananas. Completely.

Certain residents of the Greek Island Lesbos want to ban the use of the word ‘lesbian’ as a gay woman. Rather it should only be used in conjunction with being a citizen of their island.

Seriously?

Realism people, isn’t it a bit late to be making a fuss now? Maybe I’m just mean.

This is interesting though: “The term lesbian originated from a mythological goddess and poet called Sappho, who was a native of Lesbos.

Sappho expressed her love of other women in poetry written during the 7th Century BC. “

Bless!

I’ve never been tagged in my life before, and now it’s happened to me twice in one week by Delectable Darragh and Lovely Lynnie (yes I am a giant cheesebag of alliteration). You people are so good to me <3

So apparently I have to describe myself in 6 words…

Darragh did it all in one sentence and Lynnie listed her words individually. I think I’ll go with the list - brain can’t sentence put together.

So to describe moi IMHO:
- indecisive
- sleepy
- humorous
- affectionate
- savage (in food terms, I like to eat!)
- smiley

Now to list people who might ever have visited this blog on occasion (there aren’t many!)

Orpees of RapturePonies
Becs of Unbearably Light
Anthony of Anthony McG
Pedro of Monscooch
B’dum B’dum of Positive Boredom
Rick of Rick ‘God’ O’Shea

EDIT - Post Title changed because of it’s supreme crapiness… new one slightly less crappy heh

and neglected my blog for the past few days. It’s the sunny weather I tells ya, I can’t stay in.

This is what I’m usually like though:

My name sucks.

As if after-bank-holiday-Tuesday’s aren’t depressing enough - I woke up this morning to a report on GMTV about celebrity names and names in general. Psychologist Professor Richard Wiseman conducted a survey of over 6000 people to determine their perception of certain names with the following results:

People called James and Elizabeth are seen as the most successful
Jack and Lucy the luckiest and Sophie and Ryan the most attractive
Lisa and Brian are the most likely to fail
Helen and John are the unluckiest
Ann and George are the least attractive

Now, I spell my name with an ‘e’ , i.e. Anne and it’s only work people that call me that anyways - friends and family call me Annie. Am I really that unattractive? Don’t answer that please, heh.

According to this site, the name Anne has been declining in popularity since 1959 (in the US). Maybe it’ll become so uncool, it’ll be cool again?? I can only dream….

Famous Anne’s:
Anne Doyle
Anne Cassin
Anne HathawayAnne Heche
Little Orphan Annie
Anne Frank
Anne Boleyn
Anne Bonny (kick ass pirate)

I waited for 50 minutes for the bus today with the wind battering my face and traffic dust gritting up my eyes before I turned back home and begged for a lift. Has the bank holiday weekend started already and nobody told me? 3 buses would have normally come in that time but didn’t.

Someone teach me to drive please?

A man is suing M&S for £300,000 after he fell head over arse in their carpark….

… and found a grape on his shoe. He presumes he stepped on it in the shop or car park which is probably a safe assumption to make.

BUT.

£300,000 for a torn tendon? Is it really that bad? He’s suing for ‘loss of confidence as well’. Poor bubby.

It reminds me of the $67 million pants story last year where a judge went loopers and sued his local dry cleaners for £67 million dollahs for a lost pair of pants which they claim he didn’t even lose in the first place. Nutjob.

This isn’t exactly breaking news but we are a teeny tiny planet and it’s interesting to see it in context.

go here for a gander

Someone else thought I was holding an Oscar. No such luck.

Last year I held a Grammy which I thought was cool and then I remembered Homer throwing one out the window in the Simpsons.  It was still pretty nifty though.

I’ll never win an award like that in my life seeing as I’m not even remotely talented or in the position that I could ever win one. But it’s nice to hold them. Maybe someone elses talent will rub off on me a little

Yes, that is the worst post title in blogging history, I’m not afraid to say it.

But this is the best day of the year (so far) for several reasons:

1. I have been paid today

2. The new episode of LOST is downloading on my laptop at home for me to devour when I get home.

3. I have finally nearly paid off said laptop (wasn’t that expensive really, I’m just forgetful about paying things off sometimes. Probably not a good idea to lend me money).

4. It’s February!!!!! See ya next year January, don’t let the door hit ya on the way out!

As you can see, I’m easily pleased.

Aaaand, just to give this post an actual point - these are hilaryarse:

The worst album covers EVAR

One of these women is Lindsay Lohan, the other is her 14 year old sister. Four-teen.

 It actually took me awhile to work out which was which or who was who even.

I had a very noice weekend actually. Slept alot yesterday which was lovely. Went to a very fancy 21st of all things on Saturday night. I thought I’d feel ancient, but despite the fact it looked like a Sweet Sixteen (gonna spread my wings…), there was a good bit of an older crowd at it (not including the mammies, daddies and auntie Marys). Drank far too many G and T’s but spent the next afternoon eating off the hangover and watching Summer Heights High. It’s fooking genius.

Here’s a clip if you’re so inclined:

And random cuteness:

I spilt Tipp-Ex on my black jeans. Bright white Tipp-Ex on black jeans. Foooook.

 According to yahoo I should use white spirits on it but in the mean time I’ve coloured it in with black marker and probably made it ten times worse. I am a mess.

Ah well, back to a-wear I go.

Well I got over my stupid pointless bad mood on Saturday. Reading about Sinead’s amazing milestone gave me the kick up the arse I needed and I stopped being a spoiled brat.

Watched some flicks on Saturday night in a friends whilst drinking Wine and Westie, in particular Pretty Woman, The Big Lebowski, Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood (never ever EVER watch this ‘film’) and a Fish Called Wanda. Think we tried to watch something else as well but I’d lost the run of meself and called a taxi home even though I live all of five minutes walk away. The taxi driver even told me that it was only five minutes walk away but I replied that that wasn’t a very good message to be giving to young wimen to be walking home in the dark all alone and (very much) under the influence. It was a bit of an awkward taxi ride home after that, but at least it was short.

Today I’m trying to find an article in the Sunday Times by Jan Battles about BBC programming being available online. Google is not being my friend today. Or (nor?) lexis nexis and the library. If anyone finds it, linkage please