Christmas, Bitching about stuff and Red Eye.

First of all, Merry Christmas everyone. It's nearly 10 to 5 on Christmas morning here in shitty Scotland an' I'm suffering from a slight bout of red eye which is nice. Not an infection or anything but from rubbing me left eye a lot. I think I got summat in there it's all bloodshot an' ew. O_o

So anyway, now it's Christmas that means it's near the end of the year. Which to be honest was good an' bad for me. Highs an' lows an' all that shite. I think me New Year's Resolution for 2012 is to be a bit more pro-active with meself an' set meself some goals or summat like that. For example...

1: Look in to going to college. Studying? I don't care what. I need to get out the house an' do summat. I may even go do acting again.

2: Find meself a NICE boyfriend. (Preferably a rugby player duh.) I'm not having any more subtly chauvinistic men. Y'know what I mean, the ones that just seem to talk over you when whatever you may be talking about to someone who's interested, isn't interesting to them an' they'd rather be the centre of attention an' hear their own voice. The last one was like that. An' I can't stand it. Yes I know God made women with smaller feet so they could get closer to the sink, but the upside of having said small womanish feet is the fact that they seem to be perfectly shaped an' sized to be thrust in, an' get right in to the groins of UTTER DICKS.

3: Start looking after meself a bit better. I really need to stop eating so much shite at stupid times. I also may start *gasp!* doing a bit of excersize. Oh don't get me wrong I'm against all kinds of excersize an' the only variety I get is getting up from the settee to go make a brew or go for a fag.  Speaking of fags I've actually cut down a lot since we started smoking outside again. Went from about a pack a day to having a pack last at least 3 days now. I doubt I'll ever quit outright 'cause to be honest I like smoking, plus it keeps me from loosing whatever sanity I have left which ain't much.

4: Stop letting arseholes in to me life. I don't need 'em. I don't want the grief an' I don't want anyone trying to mess up me plans no matter how grand, mediocre or stupid they are. I got me balls back again, an' by Christ anyone who gets in me way an' stops me from doing what I want won't even want to be within a 10 mile radius of me when I'm done wi' 'em. They will be demanding restraining orders.

So that's it really I guess. I think the main thing is that I need to get out more. College an' stuff would help that immensely. It'd also be nice to actually go to a proper rugby match with some people who enjoy it too instead of just watching it on tv.

Anyway me eye's not throbbing as much now. Think I might try sleeping again. ¬_¬

Either way, Merry Christmas again folks an' God Bless. Have a good 'un!!

Another very sad day. :(

So if you haven't heard already, especially on the Ukanian news; Jonny Wilkinson, England Elite Rugby fly-half has announced his retirement from international rugby. He's still playing for his club Toulon, but he won't be playing for England anymore.

I actually had a bit of a bubble at this. Jonny will go down in rugby history as one of the greatest English players ever.

So here is one of my all time favourite Jonny moments. This is an Adidas ad from a good few years back which also includes Mr. Golden Balls himself, David Beckham. Beckham, bless him sounds like a little boy an' Jonny nearly takes some guys head off with a lefty-kick football penalty. It's adorable.

"Can I have one of your shirts?"

So to Jonny. Thank you so much for being such a fabulously awesome player and nice bloke to boot. And for winning us the 2003 World Cup. We all love you and we'll miss you very much.

Georgie's Top...

Driving Songs.

You find these ont t'internet every so often. Mine is probably a bit different, but there will be some obvious ones in there too. This is just summat to pass the time so don't take it too seriously. It's not like am Q magazine...

So, in no particular order, me personal Top 10 Driving Tunes as of well, this moment in time. Some you may know, some you may not. Some rock, some pop, some feel-good tunes. Either way, they're good for a sing along or for rockin' out to. :)

First off, a DEAD OBVIOUS ONE.

Golden Earring - Radar Love

White Zombie - Thunder Kiss '65

Motley Crue - Shout At the Devil

Cypress Hill - When the Shit Goes Down



Billy Squier - The Stroke (My feckin' theme song practically by the way.)

The Bellamy Brothers - Let Your Love Flow

Jermaine Stewart - We Don't Have to Take Our Clothes Off

Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Apache Rose Peacock

Buckcherry - Crazy Bitch

An' because I can't get this song out of me head...

Maroon 5 - Moves Like Jagger



Hope you all enjoy some of me faves. If you don't, oh well. Hahaha!

"Oh look it's Georgie in a dress!"

Seriously, that bothers me.

It plays on me mind a lot this. A lot of people know I'm not the most girliest of girls I don't dress ultra feminine 99.9% of the time. Mainly 'cause I don't feel the need to. Another thing is, I hate the attention I get when I DO wear a dress or a skirt or summat dead girly.

Sound stupid? It may to some. Yes I like attention sometimes; who doesn't? But so long as it's for summat good an' interesting, not just 'cause you've got yer pasty legs out for some fresh air.

I don't take compliments well at all. Never have done. I just say thanks an' kinda try get off the subject. But as soon as I stick a dress on or a skirt this barrage of "OH GEORGIE'S WEARING A DRESS OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS LIKE A GIRL! SHE'S OUT OF THEM JEANS SHE ALWAYS WEARS! OH MY FUCKING GAWWWDDDDDD SHE'S WEARING HEELS NOT THEM CONVERSE!!"


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IT'S THAT FUCKING SHIT I HATE! DON'T DO IT!

I WILL, about turn; an' go put them jeans back on along wi' me Converse.

"You should wear dresses more often."

That's another one I hate. Why? Are you saying the clothes I wear normally aren't good enough? I don't feel the need to wear dresses or girly things. For one it's just not practical for me. I'm a cleaner for christ sake I can't do the 50's housewife thing. In fact that just can't be done at all. I also don't feel the need to I dunno "promote" meself in that way either. Nice clothes are for special occasions or for places you wouldn't normally get in to in yer jeans. I'll keep it at that. I'll keeps me jeans an' t-shirts for sweating in an' getting covered in chemicals an' toilet water. Clothes are clothes, they stop you from getting arrested for Indecent Exposure.

Funny thing is, I've actually been looking in to becoming an Alternative Model. No, not the Suicide Girl type model there's absolutely no way I'm getting me jubblies or me bits out for that. No no no. Just Alternative Modelling. An' yeah, I know you're all thinking "She's just had this massive rant about wearing girly things an' she wants to model, ew what a hypocrite." No, modellingis different. That's you showcasing someone's talents as a photographer or someones work whether it be hair/make-up or clothing designs. Whatever.

But I can see it now. Not "Oh Georgie these photos are nice" but "OH MY GOD GEORGIE'S IN A DRESS AN' PLATFORMS LOOK AT HER HAIR IS ALL STYLED!!" I also wanna know why people seem to think I'm on the pull when I get "tarted" up? For real? Do these people I know honestly think I can't fucking well pull a bloke when I'm dressed as NORMAL?! UGH.

This is me in a dress by the way.

Big ook. Am in a dress. 'Cause y'know, girls wear dresses sometimes. Yes maybe I should make the effort a bit more. But whilst I'm working/living where I am, no. I don't go out, I have no friends me own age round 'ere, I do not WANT a bloke from the town I live near an' I sure as hell don't want the local women setting aboutme either. No. The time I will wear a dress an' heels every day is the time I live in Twickenham an' I start loitering around rugby stadiums.

Which is 50/50 right now, I kinda need to win the lottery.

Georgie's Completely Ridiculous Christmas List

So today at work we spent most of the day getting all the Christmas gear out for the cottages. So that meant digging about for the bags an' boxes we keep everything in. We have three cottages all of which have trees put in. Then there's the big house which has a massive real tree put in it. It took us a while to sort through all the cottage decorations, which ones needed re-threading, which ones needed chucking out cause they were broken or whatever.

I ended up untangling a load of tree lights which does me head in but I'm good at it for some reason. We eventually got all the trees done so they're gonna go in to the cottages when we clean 'em. We do need some new decorations though, especially green baubles 'cause we don't have many. We used the ones we put on the big tree int big house on the cottage trees, so yeah. New decorations.

Wel also adorn ourselfs in Christmassy things every year to get int swing of things. Like this daft Santa hat. Which by the way kept falling off me head but stayed on every bugger elses. I have a mad shaped head that's far too big for normal ladies hat sizes. I have to go for Mens medium sizes usually. As for one size fits all, pftttt you can go whistle.

Anyyyhoooooo seeing as we're not far from Christmas now. I thought I'd do smmat a bit less whingy than what I posted t'other day. So here is me Completely Ridiculous Christmas List. Some may seem reasonable but they aren't really.

This Christmas I would rather like...

1: A Dyson Hoover.

Dyson DC32 Animal. WANT ONE.

We used to have a Dyson actually. One of the first model upright ones. I loved it. It actually WORKED. Now we have this vile Karcher drag-along hoover thing which is HUGE, weighs a bloody ton an' falls over at every opportunity. We have them at work too, well we first got 'em at work then me mother decided it'd be a good idea to get one for our house. I hate the bloody thing. I've been whinging about getting a Dyson for years now an' since the new drag-along ones came out I want one even more.

Eeeeeeeevil.

2: A Banjolele.

Yes, one of these.

For those of you who don't know what a Banjolele is; it's basically a Ukelele that's shaped like a mini Banjo. I have a slightly mad penchant for George Formby who of course, was one of the best Uke players in well, ever. I just have visions of me sat on me front doorstep with one of these in me hands when some unsuspecting delivery bloke turns up , an' I give him a round of Dueling Banjoes Ukelele's... Thing is I'm about as musical as a... hmm I'm just not very musically inclined at all. (Never took recorder in primary school!) Plus, these things are bloody expensive 400-600ish quid for a fairly decent one. Put a cheap one in me hands an it's guaranteed to fall apart in minutes. Christ I have a 350 quid Ibanez guitar in me attic an' a bunch of KORG equipment I never use. :/ Anyroad, here's George. :)

One of me fave Formby songs. :) Our Sergeant Major.

3: Danny Care.

The Yorkshire Terrier.

Just like that, under me tree wi' a bow on his head. No need to wrap him, I'll be right. XD

An ode to Martin Johnson

A very sad thing happened earlier this week. Martin Johnson resigned as the manager of the England Elite Rugby Squad. This is my ode to him.

Sir Martin Johnson was the head of the England Elite

a really big tall fella I'd still like to meet.

His face always stayed the same

whether he was happy, angry, or sad,

when you think back on him being manager,

he really wasn't that bad.

Please go check out Seantwcartoons.com. :)

Teh Georgie

Some interesting things you may know or may not know about me. Quite egotistical but I'm bored to me back teeth.


1: I was born in the same town as Mark Owen, Philip Schofield, Professor Brian Cox and the Tubular Bandage?

Oldham, Lancashire. Birthplace of us all. I even think I may be related to Professor Brian Cox in an' arse about face way as my grandfather an' his family were Cox's.

As for the Tubular Bandage well. Google Mumps Bridge Oldham.

2: I am absolutely terrified of water.

So terrified I will only shower an' when I have a bath I pretty much just sit in about 5 inches of water. I can't swim an' have no desire to learn how to I'm that scared.

3: I'm Rugby MAD.

Well that won't be a surprise to some of you but I really am. I love Rugby. A lot. I'd have it's babies if I could. I'm a England Elite fan as well as a Northampton Saints follower. Though I do admit I have a soft spot for the Quins too. :)

4: Porcelain Dolls scare me shitless.

They're creepy. I got a grey Clown porcelain doll for me birthday one year. I opened the box, looked inside then put the lid back on. I don't know where the thing is I haven't seen it since. *shudder*

5: I'm a filthy console gamer.

It's pretty much all I ever do besides work. I got all the consoles, 360, PS3, Wii. Though me priorities lie with the PS3 'cause the 360 controller after a lengthy amount of time using it gives me what I like to call "Wankers Cramp" or "Crab Hands" depending on the severity of me mangled hands. I could go count how many games I got but I got so many, that an' I can't be arsed right now. I am an AVID Metal Gear Solid fan.

6: I used to write reviews for the UK's only anime channel; Anime Central.

If you ever frequented the website an' read the reviews, chances are it was one of mine. I was also a moderator on the forum too. :) I got free dvd's. XD

7: I'm a "partially" trained actress.

I say "partially" 'cause I never finished me first year at college due to personal problems. The head lecturer told me when I left that he wanted to put me through to the HND course which would mean I would've got me first year of a 4 year uni degree out the way if I did it. Shame I didn't/couldn't, I really enjoyed it an' I still would love to act but at the time everything just mounted up on me an' I pretty much had a breakdown.

8:  I don't think Dolphins are all that.

It's on everyone's bucket list, to swim with Dolphins.

Well, I can't swim, I also don't really like dolphins that much either. So I wouldn't swim with a dolphin. I'd punch a dolphin.

9: I haven't eaten breakfast since I was 14.

I can't do it. I'm turning out like me mother she hasn't eaten breakfast since she was that age either an' she's now in her 60's. I can't stomach food before 3pm at least so I pretty much run on cigs an' coffee till then. Yeah you can tell me it's bad but I don't really care. It works for me.

10: I'm a fully licenced shotgun an' firearm owner.

An' I look like Myra Hindley in me licence pictures. Nice. O_o

Yes I do shoot when I get the chance. Clays mainly 'cause I won't shoot game I think it's pointless. I have the firearms (rifle) licence so I can legally operate the damn things for shooting vermin an' for dispatching any of our animals that are seriously injured and/or radge. We have Highland Cows that could go the way of the mental an' they can do some damage. If me father's not around to dispatch the 100's an' 100's of lbs worth of angry raw meat, then it's me that has to do it.

11: I can only drink UHT milk.

Raw milk, or standard pasteurized milk makes me heave. I've never been able to drink it at all. I actually grew up on raw goats milk as a child as we kept our own goats an' goats milk is a lot different to cows milk. I don't think I could drink it now as it's quite thick and heavy almost like cream in some instances. I can't drink sterilized milk either it's just far too sweet. I don't see why people have this yuck reaction to UHT milk. It's not much different to standard plastic carton milk, just had a slightly different taste an' when I say slightly I bloody mean it.

12: I only eat fish & chips when I go to Whitby.

I adore Whitby, it's one of me most fave places in England if not the world an' the fish & chips there are TO DIE FOR. We don't go to Whitby often but when we do, we gorge on fish & chips. I've lived in Scotland for the past 17 years near enough an' every chippy I've been in to has been shit in my opinion. You can't even get mushy peas or a carton of gravy for yer chips either up here.

13: Speaking of Whitby; I collect Whitby Jet.

Everytime I go I always come back with a new piece of silver Whitby Jet jewellery. I must be wearing at least 350-400 quids worth on a daily basis. I have 3 Jet rings an' a rather large Jet crucifix.

14: Yes crucifixes. I collect them too.

I'm also Church of England. :)

15: I have the Rogue Doolan/Cox hair gene.

The hair on me head is naturally blonde. Everything else is BLACK. I've been dying me hair black for over a decade now just so I don't look like a mental non-gaptoothed version of 80's Madonna who quite frankly scares me. Me grandmother had the same gene thing. She actually had white AND black eyelashes. Go figure.

16: I am a country girl.

I grew up on farms. Sheep, cows, chickens, pigs, goats. You name it. I'm not afraid of getting shit-order if it happens. I also love the smell of ripe silage. :)

17: I broke me nose a few years back.

I say I broke me nose a tiny Italian woman kindly did it for me on a big wooden door in the Opium rock bar in Edinburgh, on the night of the Italy Vs. Scotland match in that years 6 Nations. I was quite drunk at the time it happened so I didn't really notice till I started sobering up an' felt the blood crusting up on me face. Being that clever I washed the blood off as best I could then proceded to drink more. I ended up in A&E the day after then I got referred to an ENT specialist later that week. O_o It's still slightly squint.

18: I had one an' a half eyebrows for nearly 3 years.

I asked me mother to pluck me eyebrows for me when I was 13. She tried giving me eyebrows like hers which are about an' inch long an' as thin as anything. She got halfway through the first one then I wouldn't let her finish the other. It didn't grow back till I was near me 16th birthday.

19: I'm a bit funny with me name.

I don't like people who I've just met assuming they can me Gee, Georgie, George or the ones I hate with a passion; GG and Gina. Me name is Georgina.

20: It really doesn't have to be April Fools Day for me to pull out the big practical joke guns.

These stories are for a later date. ^__^

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Glad this week is over. Between what happened on Wednesday, me car battery going dead, an' the fact that I've been an' absolute liability this week what with being accident prone an' all I'm bloody elated this week is over. So now I'm taking a positive mental attitude an' I'm just gonna get on wi' it. So, I've decided that I'm gonna look in to going back to college. To do what exactly I dunno. See what teks me fancy. I might actually go in for Beauty Therapy or even Hairdressing, I do like pissing about with make-up an' hair. I'd rather do something practical where I can still move about instead of being sat at a desk glaring at a computer like a total dick. I've never been able to handle desk jobs at all.

Anyway, like I mentioned before. The Chupathingy decided to die on me again today. Battery was as flat as a pancake. So I jump started it before with me dad of another spare car battery an' the ol' jump leads. Took it out for a quick spin too just to get a bit more power in it off the alternator. It should be fine now. I went an' bought some Autoglym car shampoo too as well as a cover for the bloody thing, just so I can try keep the leaves, shit an' slime of it. Ewww. O_o

Oh an' the snow an' frost I guess.

Yes. VVTL-I. Suck on that. XD I got 50 more bhp than the regular VVT-I. *handbag*

Leon's also become quite possibly the most quirkiest cat I've ever had. Here he is, sat watching the washing machine.

Round an' round an' round....

Bit of a thing that cheered me up a bit. Mother very kindly bought me this vile wintery sweater thing. I love it. XD

An' I also get me hair cut on Wednesday too! Happy days! I haven't had it cut in a year. XD

Me sister's also coming up on Satday which'll be nice. She said she's bringing Our Joe too, the nephew I haven't met yet. :) Be nice it will. Gonna make tea, then drink. 'Cause if there's one thing about the women in my family, it's that we like a drink. Or um, till we lose count.

I was gonna say summat else, but I forget. Musn't have been important then. Ah well. Arkham City AND Uncharted 3 reviews when I'm more of a better mood.

The shittest week on record

The boyfriend dumped me on Wednesday after a year. Not happy about that. Well am pretty devastated but cest la vie eh? He has all thse problems an' just isn't satisfied with only being able to email me to talk which is absolute bullshit. He hardly ever Skyped with me, I always had to ask an' even then it was hit or miss because being me being 8 hours ahead an' him having the compulsion to go to the gym every fucking night around the time I start passing out it hardly ever happened. He said he wanted to talk to me about all these problems on the phone or text me or summat. How would it be any different if he wanted to do that if I was 20 minutes down the road or half the world away? Contradiction there that is. An' I was ALWAYS available. Shit excuse. Apparently though I needed to be there. There were lots of options. Him coming here or me going there. But he didn't want to do either, one being he would have to marry me to get me there. But I thought people who loved each other so much would do anything, right? No, wrong.

I also think it was very unfair that he sent me the email saying "We need to talk" at what would be a normal time for him, but turned out to be half five in the morning for me. So of course, I checked me email when I woke an' there it is. I was worrying for the rest of the day until I managed to coax it out of him. I was actually sick with worry. That an' I kept bursting in to tears at work. Eventually, I got him on Skype an' proceeded to do the typical woman thing consisting of shouting, screaming, bawling an' so on. 2 hours later after that, him not really looking like he was bothered an' a ton of drawn out silences an' me just GLARING. That was it.

An' on that night (for him, morning next day for me) he mailed me saying that he'd booked a flight to Vegas where his race team were an' had asked him to go with them like the week before. So, while he's swanning about Vegas having a good time, getting drunk an' shit; I'm here doing my normal thing of working, gaming, working an' being miserable. Fucking charming eh?

His excuses were shit to me. I know people who go through a lot worse with LDR's, etc. He also never spoke about "us." It was always me bringing up "us" an' he always shunned the talk, saying we'd cross that bridge when we get to it. He also said he'd been thinking about this for a while now, but that was the first I'd heard of it. Am' not that much of a bitch nor am I that unreasonable that I can't be spoken to about these things an' have a discussion. No, he just didn't have the balls to actually initiate a discussion about it.

Which makes me come to this conclusion.

I have more balls than he does.

In fact all the shit I've gone through since high school have given me bigger balls than most so-called tough blokes.

If he wants to continue talking to me, that's fine by me. No skin off my nose. Brash, loud, abrasive an' forward I may be. But total cunt, I am not. The ball's in his bastard court.

Fuck it. I want me a rugby player.

IN OTHER NEWS!!!!!!

I completed both Arkham City an' Uncharted 3.

Uncharted 3 could've been better I guess. I dunno it was lacking summat that the first two games had. Probably a bit more humor an' a lot less repeated drama. Story was a bit naff an' all I stopped following what was going on about a third of the way through 'cause I got so confused. Still a good fun game though but bloody confusing, an' the aiming system isn't as responsive as usual either which is annoying. I might play it through again though when I got me good head back on.

On the topic of comics...

Everybody who knows me, knows I'm a DC girl. An' I have been since I was about 5 years old. Me particular DC vice was of course Batman. An' it still is, you honestly don't know how much I adore Batman. I dunno what it is but I always found watching the likes of the fabulous Batman Animated Series more enjoyable than watching the Spiderman or X-Men shows. I did watch them on occasions when well, Batman wasn't on or there was nothing else really to watch.

But what makes me laugh is this DC/Marvel divide. Yeah I must admit I'm not the biggest Marvel fan, never have been really. I just never clicked with the main Marvel characters for some reason. I also did think that a chunk of characters from the Marvel universe were pretty pointless. The main one that instantly pops in to me head is Jubilee from X-Men. An' I'm pretty sure a lot of people will agree she was pretty pointless. Fireworks. Pffffttt.

So I think that's one of me main reasons why I never really got in to anything Marvel in a big way. The fact that I couldn't really understand the characters an' I didn't really like the stories either to be honest. But what cracks me up even more when it comes to the DC/Marvel divide is when fans from either side start bickering about things like continuity and how the characters are perceived. The latter obviously being something that is individual to the person. DC however though don't really

Many people would see Logan/Wolverine as a grumpy, gruff angry man all the time whilst others won't. Some people will see the likes of Superman an' Batman as one dimensional characters who just have a "human" alter-ego for the sake of having one. I personally don't think that Batman is all one sided. The beginnings of his story as everyone knows is what molded him in to the character he is now. An' throughout the whole Batman franchise he works bloody hard as Bruce Wayne, to keep his Batman alter-ego secret from everyone who mustn't know. (Even though a few select people, an' a few who shouldn't know do know his identity.)

The best thing about Batman though is the fact that he may actually be just as crazy as all the villains in his Rogue Gallery. This can be picked up on in the HUSH series, where you also catch a glimpse of the more violent, angrier side of Bruce Wayne/Batman that he tries so hard to suppress; or else he really would be no better than his enemies. HUSH is one of my favourite arcs in the Batman-verse, I suggest you read it if you haven't done already.

(Let me interject just for a moment. My cat Leon just left me a present. He jumped in to me lap, farted then jumped off. O_o Nice.)

Another thing I must mention, even though I haven't read many Marvel comics is that the DC "Multiverse" is incredibly varied. This is purposely there so writers can pick up from a certain part of a certain story an' give their own take on it an' see it through to their end as they see fit. That is absolutely fine by me, it gives more of an idea on how the writers see these character's they're working with thus adding to a different take on character an' story development. Which I do like. DC also carry on their original storys, but leave the multiverse stuff as is; only on some occasions parts of story's or characters are merged in to the offical canon; for example, Harley Quinn.

I never really got that with Marvel stuff; but like I said before I never read much Marvel so I could just be talking out of me arse right now but it's summat I figured from a bunch of Marvel fans on comic forums talking about DC an' the occasional lack of continuity. The only Marvel stuff I have in me collection are the Anita Blake graphic novels, but they were based off books. Published by Marvel though. Of course I bought 'em, me fave book series turned in to a comic book!

So that's the main part of me rant over. I'm a DC Girl. Always have been an' always will be. Yeah people might try arguing with me that anything Marvel is better an' the characters are so much more diverse than the DC characters. That's their opinion though. Yes DC characters may be quite gimmicky at times an' Marvel characters seem to have that breed of angst that can only usually be found in teenage boys. But that's how it goes. An' it still goes to this day that if there's a Marvel movie on, I'll only watch it if there really is nowt else ont telly.

This picture really does make me laugh. XD

But I think I'll leave this here for now, I could go on but I won't. I have plenty more Batman stuff to come out with int next week or so. So I won't drive you all mental with me Fangirling. :) 

Hopefully. Haha!

This is kinda making me chuckle.

Yeah I've been checking me stats an' everything on here an' it really is giving me a bit of a giggle. I noticed a sudden flush of blog views an' of course being blogger.com; you can track where the views were referred from an' what relevant searches were made an' so on.

RUGBY. Is mainly what is it. Not cake, or Leon the cute kitty, but rugby. Secondly it's Bane an' Batman. But the rugby one cracked me up.

So here goes, a request from moi if you don't mind. You are all more than welcome to comment or even follow me on here. I won't say that you won't regret it but it might be a laugh. I can be quite funny sometimes. ;p


Anyway. Me Riddler costume is nearly done, just a few bits to finish off. I'm also still playing me way through Arkham City so I'll get that review done as soon as I can. :)

Just a quick one for now...

Indeedy. This week I shall be reviewing Arkham City AND keeping my followers AND whoever else reads this updated on the status of me Halloween costume.

'Cause I've been obsessed about the Batmanverse since I was a little girl. This year it's the Riddler.

I am mixing it up a bit though 'cause it is kinda hard to try finding stuff this close to Halloween. Like purple shoes that fit me for god sake. Or an actual NICE non shiny tie or even anything you can buy thats in FUCKING STOCK!! >_< Meh, more to come, like I said.

The problem with "Men" an' shopping...

Am knackered. Absolutely KNACKERED. Barely got 5 hours sleep last night. Don't ask me why but I was having a hard time getting to sleep an' staying asleep.


So anyway, a bit after I finished work me dad announces that he's off in to town to go get ciggies an' stuff. Of course me father get's "shopping" as in "absolutely nothing of nutritional value or use." Dad's "shopping" primarily consists of cake, crisps, pies, cake, an' more cake. He also normally comes back with some kind of medication to for whatever ailment his hypochondriac mind has decided he has this week. An tonight has been no different. He come back with above mentioned shite.


Now, before he went I asked him to get me some Coke or Pepsi. Just straight forward Full-Fat Coke or Pepsi. Either one am not bothered so long as it's Full Fat. (Interesting note here, in the UK, possibly the rest of Europe we don't have any cola "throwbacks" mainly because we don't really use HFCS in our full fat sodas int first place.)


Now here's my thing...Can you tell the difference between this:

And this...

And this?!

Well, according to me father there IS no difference!

Yes it might be me being harsh again but come on nobody's that stupid. He blames it on being "close-up blind" as he says or long-sighted to you an' me. Now I have been shopping with me father, he literally picks up the first thing he gets too then he's off 'cause he get's estate sick when he's away from work for more than 15 minutes on non-work related whatever. Either that or he really is dim OR he's bringing me this shit back on purpose 'cause he doesn't want asking again. I asked him for full fat Coke or Pepsi.He brought me back a 6 pack of Pepsi Max an' a 6 pack of Diet Pepsi'cause it was "on offer an he didn't know what to get so he got two different kinds."

Some people say "Awww Georgie don't be so rough on him he's trying!" I say "No." This is the man who has had women running about after him for most of his life. First his mother, now it's me an' me mam. He can't cook. Heck he can't even boil a pan of water without ballsing it up. He's been banned from attempting to cook a fry-up 'cause he coats the entire kitchen in grease, fills the kitchen with blue smoke then he doesn't move his plate in to the utility rooms where the dishwasher is. He leaves it ont table, with his chair a yard away from it waiting for either me or me mam to shift it.

This is also the man who doesn't speak to us for days if we genuinely forget to buy him a lottery ticket with our own money.

This is also the man who said that if he was meant to wash dishes, he'dve been born with a pair of tits.

SO! For the single ladies this is my advice to you. You want a fella who can at least do all if not most of these things.

1: Cook at least one or two meals. It's not always your duty to make sure he's fed all the time. As the saying goes "I'm not your mother." An' it's true you aren't!

2: Offer to go out to eat once in a while, regardless of if he's a shite cook or not.

3: Pick up basic groceries an' bits an' bobs at the supermarket in the brand you normally use/like without having his hand held.

4: Actually DO bits around the house. Not "I put them shelves up" which you remember were put up three years ago, not three days ago like HE remembers. I mean things like take out the bins, load/unload the dishwasher, whip round the living room with the hoover once a week, actually put his dirty clothes in the laundry basket. Etc...

5: Not expect you to do EVERYTHING. "A woman's work is never done" an' that can't be true enough. You yourself can't claim or expect you can do everything an' neither should he. Give an' take from both parties remember. :)

Cars, cars, cars, an' more Cars. An' some naff un's an' all.

So, t'other day I was watching this crackin' video here regarding Chav Cars by Jordan James. I do highly suggest you watch it 'cause I literally did piss mesel laughing at it. Why? 'Cause everything he says is TRUE!

Which brings me on to my topic of the day.

WHY?!

Seriously, I DETEST Chav cars. Main reasons being that there's always a total arsehole driving said chav car plus, they're always the most hideous, ugliest looking cars you will ever see. I know a lot of people who butcher their cars with added engine gubbins an' vulgar eye-offensive body kits an' these very people when they found that me own personal car sitting pretty in me driveway is an '04 Toyota Celica VVTL-i T-Sport asked me; "You gonna change it?" (Yes I know my car is actually listed as a chav car, but do I look like a chav? No. Far from it. I eat chavs for dinner. I would've said breakfast but I haven't had anything that even remotely resembles breakfast in well over a decade. XD )

NO I AM NOT FUCKING WELL CHANGING IT! It's fine as it is! No am NOT putting on some ridiculous supercharger on it NOR am I putting on a bigger spoiler or some 'orrible body kit 'cause there is NOWT wrong with it the way it is. It's a nice looking car on it's own I don't want or need to ruin it with some overpriced trinkets. The only thing I've changed in it is the stock stereo, to a JVC KW-XR811 double-din unit. I didn't change the speakers or add some stupid big-arsed subwoofer. Hell no. I'm not that obnoxious. The only other things I've put in are some Companion Cube fuzzy dive, rosemary beads an' a Buddy Christ. For a laugh. THAT'S IT. Nothing more. It's staying stock.

I don't feel the need to change anything about me car. I don't even have the want to either as I said before, there's nowt wrong wi' it. Not only that but but keeping this car costs enough an' I sure as hell don't wanna break me bank account adding unnecessary bells on it. No thank you.

But back to chav cars though. Jordan's list is quite comprehensive in terms of the cars they have an' what they strive for. Usually they do start out with summat like a Citroen Saxo or a Vauxhall Corsa. Tiny cars may I add. They're more suited for someone who doesn't have the money to keep a larger car or for someone who really doesn't need a larger car. In fact, a lot of women drive these smaller cars 'cause they are so small an' are easier to drive. Or you do get the odd sensible young guy who has one as a runaround. Fair enough.

The Citroen Saxo. Small, small engine, cheap to run, PRACTICAL.

But no, when you're a chav; you just can't settle for keeping one of these small cars as they are. Oh no. They get their hands on summat like that an' as sure as eggs is eggs or that every odd numbered Star Trek movie is shit; they have to start butchering. Their aim for said car is to make it sound like an' absolute monster an' to make it look well... To make it look NOTHING like the car that is actually underneath. Take a look for yourself.

I think there's a Corsa under there somewhere...

Another thing about this though is that none of these modifications are cheap. Basic body kits for the likes of Vauxhall Corsas cost a few hundred quid new. Then obviously the more intricate stuff costs a lot more. Then there's the big-shit stupid exhausts, they're far from cheap. Boxes an' fancy chrome tips setting you back a further few hundred quid. THEN there's the ridiculous paint jobs, the stupid sound systems, the 'orrible alloys, having the car lowered, having turbos put on which are fucking expensive too. So to turn a car which probably cost em 800 quid to buy in to summat they reckon looks "Well Class" costs thousands an' thounsands of pounds. I dunno why they do it. Plus you have to feed the thing, pay road tax, have it MOT'd an' insured too. But a lot of 'em save money so they say on insurance as they do summat incredibly illegal; an' don't declare any modifications to their car. Naughty naughty.

But of course because there are loads of these liccle shits about that do this, they're in the know. They know people who are mechanics or work in paint shops blah blah so they get a lot of this shit done either for free or on mates-rates. They also say that car modding is a hobby. Which in my opinion it isn't. Because really if they are TRUE chavs then they stereotypically have no job an' are on the dole. Which is a pittance. So, where are they getting the money from to go get a bunch of this stuff int first place eh? They're screaming poverty yet they're driving some car about that's got thousands of quids worth of mods on it.

It just doesn't add up. I went an' got a good car int first place. Not some cheap arse liccle thing then spent christ know how much on it trying to make it look an' drive like summat it's not. Why can't they do that? Can't they just save this money an' wait a liccle bit longer so they can go buy the chav car of all chav cars, the Subaru Impreza?

Like Jordan, I think this car is SHIT. Hate 'em with a passion. Wouldn't be caught dead in one.

An' I'll tell you now, I will NEVER buy a car off a chav boy-racer. Why? These things in my eyes are not safe an equate to a cut and shut car. No your car is not "mint" or "gangsta" it's a fucking deathtrap. An' I sure as hell would not be sat in aside a boy-racer. Compared with other young drivers with a car with specs equivalent to mine, I drive pretty damn conservatively. I love me car to death an' I don't wanna see it in bits nor do I meself want to be in bits.

Kenny, my sort of adoptive big brother I never had has an S reg TDI Golf. He's had it re-mapped, lowered an' has stuck these god awful carbon black looking 19" rims on it. When he gets in it now, it drags ont ground. It's hideous. He takes great pleasure in telling me that his diesel Golf get's more bph than mine, mainly due to it being re-mapped. I really don't care. But for some reason he REALLY wants to drive my car an' of course I won't let him. Nobody but me drives my car, me father barely drives it either but I won't let him drive it 'cause he'd put farm-stink in it. Kenny can't even fit in mine anyway. He tried that one afternoon an' locked himself in it trying to wind me up. Then he realised he couldn't actually get himself out the driving set. I dragged him out by the ears an' he had to fall out 4 inches off the ground where my car actually sits. So there you go. He can't put the seat back far enough either haha!!

Anyroad I think that's about it for now. Yes this has been a rant an' no I don't care if you don't agree wi' me on any of it. A lot of people will never have to deal with this on a daily basis. Hopefully I'll be back with a more positive and/or funny blog soon. :)

Meh. An' other stuff.

Past few days have been hectic. Been doing some PR/Marketing/Load of ol' bollocks int Big House where I work an' of course, I got roped in to helping as kitchen staff. On me feet most of the time an' am KNACKERED GUY! So now am just chilling out, not doing very much, drinking Strongbow. Good times. They've all gone now so business resumes as normal. Or as normal as it can get which is actually unheard of. 'Cause there's nowt fucking normal about working here.

Leon is getting cheeky now an' had found his climbing claws. He found 'em on me leg. He anchored on to me ankle yesterday as I was walking through me kitchen then decided "Oh shit she's moving am going UP!" Then proceeded to claw his way up, me screaming me head off in agony as I tried to unhook him off me jeans. He's clawed me right arm up good an' proper which was nice of him. I swear it's because he doesn't have his brothers an' sisters around to play an' tussle with so he's clawing me up instead an' chewing me fingers. He's also taken a rather strange liking to feet, an' all things feety.

Like butter wouldn't melt eh?

Other than that, nowt much else has happened really. Me BOOTIFULL car needs cleaning an' washing desperately. The joys of living int countryside, yer car get's covered in pollen an other tree slime, mud, shit an' christ knows what else. I normally wash it an' hoover the carpets an' that once a week. Am not having any car of mine ending up like a shit-bucket. Like Kenny's Golf, he paid 50 quid to have that thing internally valeted. I was gonna stick a dead fish int back...

So I might actually do that tomorrow an put clean smell in me car. Check the oil an' fill the water reservoirs, general car checking stuff. Me friend Ashleigh was supposed to be coming down from Edinburgh for the weekend but she had a job interview today an' she had to be available this weekend incase they said the job was hers an' she had to go in for an induction. So she's coming down next weekend instead, so we'll go out driving somewhere. I dunno maybe go to Carlisle or summat. Thinking about it I think am the only one out of me friends that's passed their driving test an' has a decent non-deathtrap car. Weird. O_o

Meh am warbling on now. Gonna try find summat for me to do over the weekend. Clean me car obviously. As for the rest. No bloody idea. ¬_¬

Some geekery an' a bit of a rant.

I'll get the rant bit out of the way first...

IS IT THE FUCKING IN THING TO SLAM ENGLAND NOW?! SERIOUSLY?!?!

So if any of you don't know by now that I'm rugby mad, well; there you go. I'm rugby mad. Now you know.

So since the Rugby World Cup is on at this moment in time it seems to have taken the scandal part of the media over from the regular which would be football. An' a lot of the scandal we're seeing seems to be stemming from a lot of New Zealand's papers. I've seen it mentioned by quite a few people round the net that NZ like nothing more than trying to take a chunk out of England's ears.

Delon Armitage is banned from this Satday's match against France for an' illegal dangerous high tackle against Scotland's Chris Paterson. "Prince" Mike Tindall under fire for "canoodling" with some blonde woman after marrying Zara Phillips, Manu Tuilagi has been fined just under 5 grand for wearing a branded gumshield an' now, Chris Ashton, Dylan Hartley an' James Haskell are under fire after allegations of verbally harassing a female hotel employee; who obviously went straight to the papers an' it all got blown out of proportion. They have been reprimanded for this an' I don't see why it should be milked by all the England haters. They're young blokes, RUGBY blokes for God's sake. An' yeah, it is rugby, it can be a bloody dangerous game. Does the board bring up Argentina for their dubiously dodgy tackles? No. Do people slam other countries 'cause of some daft thing going on? No.

Dylan Hartley. This one's called Blue Steel.

Yeah that may not be a good defence thing for professional rugby players playing for England out of the country, but still like I said; they're young. And not everyone takes a "lewd comment" jokingly. Some people do, some don't. That's just how it goes. These guys although they may be professional rugby players are still human too. They're in the limelight, but like everyone else who's in it too they will be scrutinised for every supposed misdemeanour that happens no matter how minor or serious. Even if it's true, false or just a downright pack of lies it all gets blown well out of proportion byt the media. An' it isn't fair.

Just read this...

Chris Ashton. He can't fly really.

Chris Ashton: I'm just a little winger standing on the end. France have nothing to worry about...

Now, Haskell, Hartley an' Ashton are some of my fave players on the current England squad. Chris Ashton is awrite in my book 'cause he's one of my lot (he's from Wigan,) Dylan Hartley is adorable in a weird sort of "aw bless, want one for Christmas" sorta way an' James Haskell well, I'd be on him like a powerful moss. (All of 'em really.) They're me faves along with Simon Shaw who's just like a 6'8", 270lb cuddly teddy bear with cauliflower ears, an' obviously Jonny Wilkinson who is just odd in an intriguing hermit kinda way, then there's Manu Tuilagi who's steadily becoming another fave player. It has been said that maybe the young'uns should take a leaf out of the book of their seniors. I dunno. You know how many knocks on the head rugby players get? Fucking loads.

James "The Banter" Haskell. I'd be on that.

Anyway, rant aside. Now on to the geeky bit.

I have been reading Laurell K. Hamilton's "Anita Blake" series for a long time now. Possibly 6 years or so. Now when yer a fan of something like a book series or comics or whatever, you do get to thinking about who would play the characters if there ever was a movie or a telly show. I've been thinking about some of the characters an' here's one or two of my suggestions. Or the ones I could think of at least. XD

Jean-Claude.

Hands down, this man here...

Jared "The Face" Leto. Obviously with no stubblies an' much much longer hair.

Richard.

This fella.

Jared Padelecki. Again, with longer hair. XD

Edward.

This was difficult...

Ryan Reynolds. I think he would be decent. Can't think of anyone else actually. XD

Anita.

Oh I dunno...

Me? XD

(Half) joking aside, I am actually an actress. Granted I've never had any roles outside of college where I was studying drama, not to blow me own trumpet but I reckon am alright. The head of the course wanted me to go on an' do the HND course after the one I was doing but that went tits up. I started getting horribly ill before the end of the course, I was stressed from having no money, working an' living with an absolute wanker who stole from me. Then to top it all off, one of my godd friends died. It sent me over the edge so I had to quit the course an come back home. In bits an' in debt.

So now the big thing for me is trying to get back in to acting. Which round where I live 'cause it's near fucking impossible. Trying to get on some extras roster but I need to go get decent headshots done an' for them to even acknowledge me existance. All the local Am-Dram groups mainly do musicals or operas an' I am NOT a singer in the slightest or a performing monkey. So, me options are kinda limited. It's either swallow me pride an' go do that, go back to college which I probably couldn't afford or just wait it out an' hope an audition crops up or an agent takes me on with what little experience I have. Fan-fucking-tastic. :/

Anyway am done now I think. Just an excuse to post a bunch of fit blokes for your viewing pleasure. XD

HOLY SHIT!! HAHAHAHA!!!! XD