Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Crabs

They make me feel really, really queer.  Just looking through a page of google images has left me feeling weak and nauseous.

Except for this crab, mind.  This one's fucking cool.


Friday, 24 February 2012

Mustard


It's weird.  I just don't want to be confronted with it.  And the same goes for mustard yellow clothing - it's gross.  People actually think that mustard yellow is a flattering colour to wear.  It's not though is it.


Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Monday, 20 February 2012

Crocs

I don't care how fucking comfortable they are, unless they're going to somehow give me youthful skin, I'm not wearing them. 
Do I sound vain?

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Friday, 17 February 2012

Alburquerque

Alburqueque


Too many q’s, too many u’s. 

The Haka


I know that it's tradition and I promise that I have respect for other cultures, but I find it really embarrassing watching grown men behave like this.

Mick Hucknall

As a young girl, it was just that song ‘Stars’ that drove me up the fucking wall.  But now I have difficulty with both the sound AND visuals. 

Jackson Pollock Artwork

Remember, if you can stomach it, one of your nastiest hangovers.

I remember mine. It followed 12 hours of cheap wine, cheap vodka, dancing badly, avoiding all suggestions of food and smoking a cigar. The next day I couldn't talk or stand or sit still. Sitting in the bath made me vomit. Trying to leave the house made me sweat. I wanted company but couldn't form words and struggled with eye contact.  It was a violent attack on my senses.  I wept.

Looking at a Jackson Pollock canvas is like looking at my worst hangover ever.
 

Dreadlocks

The look of them isn't as bad as how I imagine they smell.


Thursday, 16 February 2012

Sushi

I can't explain why, I just don't like to look at it.

People on stilts

It’s just freaky and wrong.  Freakishly tall people, usually with faux feet.

The name ‘Angharrad’

Angharrad
Look at it!  It looks horrible!

It translates from Welsh to English as ‘much loved one’.  I would have presumed that my parents HATED me if they called me that.

The Rolling Stones

The skin.  The hair.  The dancing!  It’s all a bit embarrassing.
And Cliff Richard’s called - he wants his jackets back.

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

Oompa Loompas


Oompa Loompas.
They have white eyebrows and quiffed green hair and pom-poms on their tiny feet.  It's a combination which I find just too overwhelming to handle.  What's even more distressing is that there's just so many of them all at once, acting sinister.  WITH WHITE EYEBROWS ON ORANGE FACES.