Happy new year!

Wow, in 6 hours it'll be 2010 (how are we pronouncing that by the way? Two thousand and ten? Twenty ten? I'm never sure) I feels weird doesn't it? I mean it's not just the end of the year but the end of a decade! I feel like I've grown up so much in this decade and so much has changed. Like in 1999, I couldn't have even imagined having a portable computer and writing on the internet. The internet was still a scary new thing that everyone said was going to crash at midnight. 

New years eve is always so stressful and in all honesty... I hate it. I'm going to go all pop culture on you here and refer to an episode from season one of 'how I met your mother'. The episode was called 'the limo'. Set on New years eve in New York City, Ted has organised 'the best new years eve EVER!' and has hired a limo, the evening starts out great but ends in all round disappointment. After all it's only New Year's Eve. But wherever you are enjoy it and hopefully you'll have a fab new year. 

And don't let friends drink and dial... 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxHFOh3t8mk

Happy new year love Cat named Cat x

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas everyone! Christmas has been quite nice this year with the unexpected snow at what not... everything is always so much more magical when it snows. So now the main events over it's all about being lazy and enjoying the christmas telly :) 

So, what's new in the world? Well, I nearly got killed at the boxing day sales today; it was a complete bloodbath! I was kicked, trampled on and squashed... that's the christmas spirit isn't it? And I think it will be watching Gilmore Girls, Gossip Girl and Gavin and Stacey DVD's till new year... I feel so lazy. Anyhow short post just to update; there'll be more purpose to the next one... I promise. 

Love a cat named cat x

Push button publishing.

Hello everyone. 

I have recently gained a follower! Yay! I thought this day would never come... oh look at me, getting all teary eyed. Welcome follower! Anyway getting on with the main event. I think I shall fill you in regarding the sound of music. Well, Big S became captain von trap, little S Rolf (why? Oh why?) , C as Lisel (all the other Lisels now plotting her demise, I'm sure) and B as Maria (which I also didn't see coming). So it's all going on in the drama department. Meanwhile, the dark nights are making me sleepy and all I feel like doing is curling up and watching an Audrey Hepburn film (escaping new moon mania!)... Audrey always cheers up the winter blues. Anyhow, I'm finding blog topics more and more difficult to come up with... hmm, inspiration. Well, all I can see is heat magazines weird crush 2009... Derren Brown... hmm, that's erm... interesting. I always wondered how they feel when they're told your our WEIRD crush! Aka, we wouldn't normally admit this in public. I must admit my weird crush is a Hugh Laurie. Yes, Dr House... cringe. Maybe it's the blue eyes... maybe I'm just strange; either way I never miss an episode! Okie Dokie... off to watch Breakfast at Tiffany's 

All my love... Cat named Cat x

The halls are alive with the sound of music.

Hey everyone, haven't posted in a while huh? Well... that's if there's actually any one reading this. Well, the sound of music. The school musical and the competition is tense, you would mistake it for fame if you weren't careful. Well, the ultimate prize is the part of Lisel, after all she is 16 going on 17. So, there are a few girls all up for this part, all eying up the competition, all ready to pounce. It's rather scary. One of them appeared in an episode of Eastenders apparently... however I doubt she will get the part, after all she's 13 and extremely short. Then we have the reason why I know at least one of the contenders wants to be Lisel... Big S. Let's just say, if Big S was Rolf there would be dancing, hugging and at least one kiss before he is revealed as the Nazi postman. I personally think big S should be Rolf as little S is far too little. Yes, there is a little S. Anyway, I can't help but wonder who Maria will be. Personally I think we should totally update the sound of music. It would help so much! They could have google maps and Lisel could facebook and twitter her love for Nazi postman! Sorted! :D Well, I shall inform you of the outcome, that's if the Lisels haven't killed each other by then.

Cat named cat x

What would Audrey do?

Fashion is the topic of today peeps,

It's all around us isn't it? Oscar Wilde once call

ed Fashion a trend so revolting we have to alter it every six months, I must admit I'm a bit of a closet addict. Every week money is handed over in retu

rn for my copy of Grazia and Look magazine only to look at clothes that I'll never be able to affor

d, then to look at the one's I can afford from Primark which will probably fall apart in two weeks. However after watching one of my favourite movies, Breakfast at Tiffany's once again a realisation struck me, Audrey 

Hepburn was the ultimate STYLE icon. But 

would she have wasted her money on glossy magazines? Well... maybe, but I doubt it. Audrey had her own style instead of following everyone else's fashion. So stop wearing shoulder pads just because some fashion editor has decided this winter is the time to relive the Dallas days! Don't choose to look like a disco ball (although I do quite like the sequin thing) because it was on Lorraine Kelly! Think what would Audrey do and find your own style. Or if that fails... just go back to primark.

All my love Cat named Cat x

September

Well, it's here, we can't avoid it. September. The end of summer, the rain is already crashing against the windows and my cat is snuggled up on her blankets; she can't face the cold either. Well, this week it's back to work, back to school, back to whatever. I've already had the depressing reintroduction for a play rehearsal, animal farm. I'm a goat, I was originally a pig but I got promoted. However that's not the point I'm trying to make, even though I'd rather be a goat any day, I'd prefer to be a goat in summer weather. We've even got the heater on now! So what have we all got to look forward to? Erm, the X Factor's back on... (Cheryl's started to lose her accent! Oh no!) , Strictly come dancing on Saturday, Christmas? Basically, in the autumn and winter our lives revolve around the telly. Oh, there's also the possibility of scarves and hats once the cold weather hats! I recommend something long, colourful and chunky, ooh time for Coronation Street (what did I tell you about the telly!). See you soon.

All my love Cat named Cat x

My swine flu advice

Now, I know the NHS say catch it bin it kill it but come on, everyone's getting it in the wrong order and frankly it's slightly boring... I've come up with a new slogan.

WASH THE HANDS

SCRUB THEM WELL

WHEN THE FLU COMES...

USE THE GEL!

There's also hand actions but I'll leave them to your imagination, quite an enjoyable chant if I do say so myself.

Take my advice... it's better than tami flu

all my love... cat named cat x

Nobody puts baby in a corner!

Ah, the immortal line. When one Patrick Swayze goes and pulls Baby out of her corner... classic. Well on my travels today (which I will hopefully discuss later) I discovered the beloved Dirty Dancing is being *shudder* remade! I simply don't agree with this, how can you remake something that was already perfect? Well, rant over (it's still wrong though!). Anyway today I enjoyed one of the great British traditions... a trip to the seaside! Well, we went on a hours drive listening to the delights of the radio (well I say delights; evacuate the dance floor was played five times, release me three times and Lily Allen seemed to pop up a bit as well).  Anyway, the beach was surprisingly clean and it was actually warm! Warm, on the beach, in Britain! It was like some sort of miracle. It also inspired my new profile picture! (Tried to do a paw print, it didn't go particularly well). After a good bout of attempted sand castle building (why not!?) I enjoyed another radio session on the long drive home. But after today's experience I've come up with a few tips for your own day out.

My top tips;

1) Take you're own music (unless you want to run the risk of hearing JLS on what seemed like a continuos loop)

2) Don't eat the crab (you do not want to know)

3) Ignore the weather forecast (sunny much? How can you trust them any way, the all look suspicious and haven't we learned anything from Mr Fish?)

4) Don't try and sprint up a rather steep hill just because someone dares you too (even though I did it! Ha, take that!)

Have fun,

All my love, Cat named Cat x

summer time and the living is... cold.

Welcome, if you've stumbled upon this I'm amazed. So, I guess I better start writing huh? Right, summer in Britain, aka... the rainy season. As I look out the window now I can see black clouds, ready to burst. It always fools you... that slight hint on sunshine glinting through, this provokes the intolerable phrase "it'll get out later!". That's the spirit isn't it? But, it never gets out later, the person saying this knows it won't get out later but still they insist on 'keeping the faith'. You may ask why I have started my blog on the subject of the weather as it seems quite a dull and monotone topic, you're right of course however I felt it needed to be touched on considering the barbecue summer we were promised. So, so far my days have been reduced to finding moderate forms of exercise an watching re runs of top gear. I would have loved to have started this post with a sentiment of dishonesty; I sit in the garden, sipping on a cool lemonade. Looking up to the clear sapphire sky whilst the sausages sizzle on the grill. This in my opinion is how summer should be. At least it should have been like this today when I set out on the most death defying outing of all... the ramblers walk. Now to be fair, it's not exactly climbing Kilimanjaro but you have to face more dangers than wild animals and altitude sickness. You must face the horror's of the charvish council estate, the fumes of the local industrial estate and try not to step in any dog rubbish (for lack of a better word). Well I did survive the concrete jungle (that is after the group leader admitted that she had no idea where we were or where we were going, and half of the group separated... good times). Well, this was the first instalment of an eccentric in training... I hope you liked it. Hopefully it'll get better.

All my love... cat named cat x