Our current bugbears and big-ups.
We’re loving . . .
Vaseline for Men adverts: any excuse for a close-up of James Cracknell’s forearms is OK by me.
Moonpig.com: Is it just me or is this the catchiest jingle, even perhaps the catchiest song, ever written on the face of God’s green earth? Mooooooonpig, mooooonpig, mooooonpig dot com! It had me signing up to personalise a card for no other reason than I had an excuse to sing the theme tune. Love that pig.
Prince Caspian: Though I chastised myself all the way through Prince Caspian for fancying the lead who I presumed would be 17, it turns out he’s a healthy 27! Ding dong. My new crush can rage on, uncompromised and totally unhealthy.
Wimbledon. Namely Rafa Nadal’s forearms.
Mary Queen of Shops – we knew there was a science behind How To Shop.
Moisturisers with built-in fake tan. But beware: overuse can result in orange hue between the fingers. And streaks on your sheets – not a good look.
We’re loathing . . .
Summer sandal blisters – we’ve got so much plaster on our feet we may as well have broken our toes.
Freezing cold planes. Is it really necessary to plunge us into sub-zero temperatures? Next time take socks, a jumper, a hat, a scarf. A hot water bottle.
Wimbledon alliteration: Henman Hill (still?), Murray Mount, Murray Mania, Murray the Muscle (OK, we made that one up – but did you see him strutting around after the Gasquet match?). We’re weary of these Wimbledon witticisms and tired of this tennis trickery. Gah!
September weather in July. There’s a chill in the air, the slight feeling of back-to-school nerves . . . where has the summer gone?
Big Brother. For God’s sake, just go away. Please.
Coming back from holiday. All that sun, all that sea. Why isn’t a grey sky over the Thames quite the same thing?
Ads for fungal nail infection in the GMTV ad breaks. Every ad break! Did it occur to you that we’re trying to eat our breakfast?
We’re not sure . . . (new category for this week – but just because it’s biscuit-related)
Oreos: I’m in two halves about this American biscuit of, um, two halves. Quite addictively munchable, especially in the mini size, with a nice little dark kick, I would fully welcome this snack into my top five of favourite biscuits (come on, like you don’t have one). But the advert is just too bloody annoying for words. Firstly, who bothers to peel open a biscuit, lick it, then stick it back together, only to dunk it in milk? Not your usual British child. If there’s any dunking to be done, it will be in tea, but let’s face it: the main objective in the whole process is to get the biscuit in your chops as soon as possible. And secondly, a child having a ‘funny’ dialogue with a dog isn’t amusing, it just means there is a sad little friendless Oreo-gorging boy out there. And we shouldn’t celebrate that.
(And it’s mean to tease a dog.)
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