Seven things
1) The boy off the Frosties advert is NOT DEAD. Can you hear me, myspace kids? Not. Dead. He wasn’t beaten to death by a group of his peers (although he should consider himself lucky given the utter twattery of his performance. He makes me look like an accomplished actor, and I have the singular honour of having appeared in the Wickham Bishops Drama Club Summer Revue of 1982 [I was nine], doing a spastic dance in a pink dress that wasn’t done up at the back owing to me being too fat for it, while an ageing member of the Tennis Club sang “Thank Heavens for Little Girls” and stared lasciviously at my bottom), he didn’t commit suicide, he wasn’t stabbed, HE IS NOT DEAD. Please. Enough already.
2) I am making the Other Half cottage pie for tea. I was going to put “shepherds’ pie” but because I am such a complete pedant and somewhere on the autistic spectrum I couldn’t as I am using minced beef and not minced lamb and would therefore be lying. Incidentally, does anyone actually like turkey mince? I cooked some once and had to throw it away. It was grey, for crying out loud, and just smelled wrong. My brain couldn’t reconcile the smell of turkey with the sight of mince (well, it looked more like brains – all grey and wormy – but I wasn’t going to say that in case you were having your tea) and it just made me feel sick. Nasty.
3) My little sister gets married in two weeks and I don’t have a top to wear. I am also frighteningly poor. How do you think a Motorhead t-shirt might go down at a posh country wedding?
4) The Frosties boy? Still not dead.
5) I have now lost a stone doing Weight Watchers. This is marvellous news as it means a) I am more than halfway to my goal and b) I am living proof that, via the medium of WW, a person can drink six pints of strong lager on a Friday night and still lose weight. I should start my own slimming club! Yeah. For, um, bikers and alkies and that! It would be great! We could have our weigh-ins in the pub, and everything! It’s a guaranteed success – after all (and you know who you are, madam), if you get drunk enough, say….watching Dirty Dancing in the park or something, and are subsequently sick you can lose LOADS of weight!
6) We are out on the lash tomorrow. All day! Woo!
7) I can’t think of a number seven. Sorry.
posted by surly girl at 6:51 pm
19 Comments:
fifi, i LOVE glen campbell. i don't think this is the issue though.
Um, what is the 'lash'?
oh, pamela. you know. drunk. as in, my mother has my child and i will get stupefyingly plastered. all that mature stuff.
fifi - if you're buying, then i'm in.
Just wear a plastic bag and try to convince everyone that it's what people are wearing in Milan. If you hold your head high, they'll believe it.
Um, is the Frosties boy alive?
i have no idea who the frosties boy is. but now i wish he was dead.
congrats on the loss of a stone. i understand that hurts like a sonofabitch when it happens.
As chance would have it, just blogged about summer diets this very minute!
Grating minds think?
Stu
PS: Wear sexy black underwear under a thin white summer dress. That'll get all the men staring and all the wimmen tut-tutting ;-)
I am worried that the advertisers love Frosties boy and have signed him up for five years of repeats. That's not even him singing - it looks dubbed - and it's thoroughly vile. If we all get together and complain to the ASA (Advertising Standards Auth.) then they will take it off air. It only needs 6-10 complaints. On the grounds of insomnia causing, offensive drivel maybe?
A stone - that's brilliant - well done. Re: wedding - what's wrong with a Motorhead t-shirt? Oh ok....well I'm with Fifi on that one - Primark have some good stuff for £8-£10. I bought a lovely cheap dress from there the other day and people keep asking me where I got it. Of course I tell them I got it in the Chanel sale....:-)
fn - you can watch the video here (you'll have to copy and paste as i've forgotten how to do the html)
www.kellogs.co.uk/frosties
don't forget to turn the sound up. and take your brain out.
The Frosties boy isn't dead, it's true, but only because he doesn't live in Cardiff.
Can't someone take it upon themselves to track him down and sort him out?
Ta.
ps. I shall shortly be posting an entry entitled 512 things, as I am so much more resourceful than SG and also I know how to do html and my teeth do that PING thing when I smile and dazzle everyone. So there.
You should try ostrich mince. It's red but very lean, and healthier and tastier than beef. Ostrich steaks are good too.
Then there's turkey ham.
Ham comes from oinkers, everyone knows that.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
davethef is right-ostrich is very good. they raise it out here! also buffalo; very lean and rich.
turkey mince is only good for making stock. bleah.
mercifully, no sound card. i'll watch the silent version. will it be like Chaplin?
garfer, do you know where I could get turkey bacon?
I've only seen the Frosties boy once and *I thought it was quite funny*. Shall I leave now? Actually, having said that, I find myself not wanting to watch it again.
I also quite liked turkey mince.
Ostrich is tasty. Venison too. Have you tried venison mince?
And finally, Primark dresses - excellent for £10 although don't expect it to survive the first wash.
My little sister is getting married in two weeks an' all.
I have bought a tie, specially.
jonnyb - are you my brother?
please don't be my brother.
*Chuckling at First Nations* Damn, I wish I had said that. Now I'll just have to be boring.
I've pioneered the alcohol diet with great success. Actually it's a fruit, veg and alcohol diet - nothing else. It really works but you've got to remain in reasonable proximity to lavatorial facilities for the first fortnight.
You have to get turkey mince made only from the leg and not the breast to get something with flavour and colour. Can be quite nice, but you need a complient butcher.
Long lost, don't worry. See you there. You were only little when they put me in Barnardos.
I had six pints of strong lager one Friday night. Didn't lose any weight
... but I did lose my virginity
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