April Loves and Loathes

What we’re loving and loathing in April, by the Between the Sheets team . . .

Loves

Still finding a good excuse to sit in under the duvet, reading and watching telly. That’s what snow in Spring does for you!

The Blackstone Key by Rose Melikan. Gripping, richly evocative and full of high drama, this is a wildly entertaining adventure story – impossible to put down. Read it now!

Jason Bourne. He might kill people for a living, but we’d still go out with him.

Getting home in the light. The day’s no longer over at 5.30!

Ryan Gosling in Lars and the Real Girl: though cursed with the unappealing combination of tiny eyes and a big chin, Ryan Gosling gives such a great performance as this deluded poor young man that we cried, we laughed, we cried again. And we developed a weird new crush.

Goldfrapp’s A&E: Slightly spooky video (men in leaf suits) but a beautifully haunting song.

The return of Grey’s Anatomy: We’re feeling flushed, our pulses are racing and other similar medical puns – a big dose of sexy doctor behaviour to be taken every Thursday.

Loathes

Joss Stone in that Flake ad. You’ll have drawn your own conclusions, but suffice to say: VERY upsetting.

Open-plan office germs. I’ve got them, so you’ve got them and your neighbour’s got them. The coffee machine will be responsible for the second outbreak of the plague, mark our words. 

Kate Moss at Topshop. So. Totally. Over. It. And £130 for a dress? Puh-lease.

Carb curfews: this is a totally practical way to plan your dinner if you’re allowed to ignore any occasions when you a) are in a pub, eating nachos b) at the cinema, eating nachos or c) just really fancy a big pizza. And some nachos. So never, then.

Impractical wallets: Oh it’s shiny, it’s got a bow, it matches my bag! It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t have a proper change bit. Wait – is that my money cascading down the tube escalator?! Cripes.   

The skin-crawlingly painful ‘Bianca Jackson 5’ version of ‘I Want You Back’ currently being used to advertise Eastenders. Did this really make it through a (no doubt desperate) brainstorming session; presumably a finalising meeting where various execs pronounced their enthusiasm; actual production where it would have emerged that Patsy Palmer can’t sing a note; and the final OK stage, with no one realising its utter hideousness? 
MAKE IT STOP!

That terrible ad Vic Reeves has done for bingo and, even worse, the one Lenny Henry has done for Travelodge. You can positively smell the desperation through the TV screen.

Posted 18/04/2008 15:57:22 by Women's fiction team with 1 comments.