Curly Sue April 29, 2009

This morning, I ran out of hair mousse. It was a L’Oreal curling mousse that makes the frizzy mass of my hair appear to be a a bounty of stylish curls. I only had a small amount left. I removed as much as I can from the bottle and applied it.

I opened the door this morning to realise it was raining. Curly hair does not go well with rain. I left the house with reasonably OK looking hair. By the time I took my two buses, did some walking in the rain and waited at my bus stop, I looked like a pale member of a Jackson Five tribute band.

In a Klass of her Own March 25, 2009

Following on from my post on the useless Alesha Dixon, I thought I would have a bash at someone else I dislike.

I just don’t like Mylene Klass. I think it’s because she comes across as a do-gooder – someone, who no matter what shit goes down, will always come up smelling of pot pourri. Since the disbandment of Hear’Say, the short lived band that launched here career, I’ve liked her less and less. Everytime the Pantene advert comes on, I run into the kitchen to fetch the scissors. I return to the living room and wave them at the televsion, imaginging myself cutting chunks out of her glossy hair, while shouting, “Do you think you’re worth it now?”

I wish no harm upon Mylene. What I would do, however, is wish that someday her path will cross with Nicky Hambleton-Jones whose job she stole. Mylene became presenter of the show 10 Years Younger because Channel 4 are rumoured to have wanted a younger and prettier version of Nicky. If the opportunity ever arose, I would lock the two of them in a room and let them sort their issues. I might be considered biased if I were to don a cheerleader’s outfit, wave some pompoms and hold a pep rally in favour of Nicky.

Gooooo Nicky (kicking of leg is optional)

Fetch the scissors!