Leopard Leggings

I bought these leggings yesterday:

Tried them on with just about every single item in my wardrobe.

They just don't work.

I have come to the conclusion that my legs are just far too long, the print stretches too far and theres just too much leopard.

I wanted them so badly to look amazing.

HOW ANNOYING.

Harvey Nichols Adverts

Just found this amazing Harvey Nichols adverts. I love them.

I do love to see a bit of clever advertising.

Instagram

I can't say that I ever quite understood the point of instagram. I don't have any interesting things to take pictures of during the day. However I gave in and downloaded, forced myself to use and have become a little bit addicted.

It maybe full of pictures of me and my cats but its keeping me very happy.

I have always been fascinated by the way that social media has just grown and grown and pretty much taken over the world over the past few years and this is just another step in that world domination.

Its sup rising when you begin using instagram what you actually begin to think other people will want to look at.

In the cold light of day you realise that your cat sitting just looks the same as any old cat sitting anywhere to someone that doesn't know him.

I sometimes wonder however, are we sharing too much? It's all very well being able to post endless status' about what you've been doing and checking into foursquare the second you enter any building but pictures. It gives whole different dimension to the lack of privacy we have today but me and my nosy self kind of like it.

You can't ever know TOO much about anyone.

Toca Boca Hair Salon

I don't generally play games, never have been a computer geek but this game is just hilair.

Basically, you are a hairdresser and your job is to give your clients a satisfactory hair cut using the tools you have available.

There is absolutely no point to it but there is something just fantastic about cutting, dying and washing the hair of lions and pink women.

Letting out roars of approval as you chop away, I guarantee you'll enjoy it.

BEST PART: It's free.

Jeremy Kyle Stateside

There are a few things that I don't quite get about Jeremy Kyle USA. It doesn't seem quite as authentic as its British counterpart.

First of all, why do the participants feel they need to dress up for Jezza. A track suit is entirely except able. Cleanliness isn't essential, infact it's discouraged.

Secondly why do they have such boring problems. We are so far past "he's cheating on me I need a lie detector." I need at least a bit of incest to keep me from turning over to something slightly more intellectually fulfilling.

I do have to give the Americans the edge when it comes to angry people. Maybe we're just numb to Jezza's ranting but it really seems to rub those yanks up the wrong way.

I do think if we give it time they will slowly realise that there is no point dressing up and there is no point applying if we don't have insane problems, Jeremy Kyle will just be generally better and everyone will be happy.

They might even consider a face tattoo ala Mad Dog Deon. Legend.

The Walking Dead

After what has felt like 5 years, the Walking Dead is finally back from their break and we can finally find out what the hell is going on and I can go back to being totally addicted.

We were dropped back into what is beginning to feel like some kind of parallel universe just after the barn has been opened and the walkers have all been shot. The starch realisation that the last zombie out of the shed was Sophia has hit the whole camp hard, all except for Shane (or angry, angry bald guy, as I like to call him). He is still angry, very angry, at who? I haven't really worked that out yet, he is just pissed about the whole end of the world crap I think.

To interject, I have just realised the size of his earlobes, astounding.

Anyway, they dig graves for the several walkers they have just written off and as the violin backing music plays louder and louder and I wonder when Carol and Daryl are going to get it on, Hershel goes A.W.O.L.

You would have thought they'd have been sick and tired of idiots straying from the pack after Sophia when walk a bouts but no, they go searching in town.

A town which we already know from last season is riddled with the walking dead.

As per, they take Glenn, if only to be the bait for those flesh hungry little biters.

It obviously wouldn't be feasible for there to be an Asian hero in this program, but thats another post all together. LOL.

...and now as I type, Lori (the pointless woman) decides to go for a drive and perpetuates the myth of female drivers. She manages to hit a random walker, while looking at a map and then crash her car quite spectacularly.

Who will find her?

Well who could have predicted that the insufferable woman would have gone for a little drive really is the question we should be asking.

If the walker she hit isn't finished off then maybe she'll come strolling back to the farm in a more bite-y state than when she left.

Well hello...we have now met a young dashing new yorker and his chubby friend. Rick and Hershel don't want them to come back to the farm, I have never begged my tele before.

And as quick as they arrived they have been shot in the head.

What an unfortunate turn of events.

I assume this is to signify Rick going baaaaaaaaaddd.

Ar yes, there is the grimy rock music. Its about to go dooooown.

Guess where I'll be at 10pm next friday????

The amount of times....

I have tried and failed to create a blog and sustain it is ridiculous.

It has come to a point however in my blossoming career that I have been forced to create one and under pain of death I must sustain it.

The problem that I faced in the past is a lack of imagination when it comes to subjects.

What am I supposed to write about?

Will anyone actually care about what I am writing about? and most of all, will anyone actually read it?

I would guess that that is a fairly common problem however so I have no choice but to bite the bullet and jump in the deep end and several other sayings.

Expect drivel, I need time to perfect my art.