Some random musings since my last blog. First up and this week seen the announcement of the mighty JLS breaking up. I broke the news to my eight year old daughter who is a massive fan and especially of Aston ?? I informed her that she would still be going to see them later on in the year but a few tears were shed at such earth shattering news (well it was to an 8-year-old) I also told her not to worry as all bands break up and then in about 5 -10 years get back together for a money spinning reunion in my best cynical voice. In that split moment I had realised that was a type of comment that my dad would have made. Am I morphing into him, no somebody much worse (see below) Still with a few tears in here eye she had to leave for school. I read somewhere that a parent was saying that bands should only announce break ups at weekends, come on give us a break. What next a special prozac edition of smarties to keep the heart-broken JLS groupies from falling into severe depression ? I was thinking the end of JLS in her musical collection might lead to an opening to listen to an album by The Clash but 8 is still possibly too early for that. So I wonder what will become of the Aston from JLS doll she has ? Well last time I looked he was very good friends with my other daughters Harry from One Direction doll as shown below. I wonder if when I was out my mum and dad took pictures of my Star Wars figures in compromising positions. Maybe Princess Leia performing oral sex on Chewbacca ! Nope don’t reckon they did.
So those of you that know me well know that when it comes to the food I eat I am one fussy bastard. For those of you that don’t you know do. Such fussiness includes having burger and chips for my wedding breakfast and the fact I eat oven chips, micro chips and chippy chips but should you cut a potato up and cook it at home in a chip pan I wont eat them (there is no hope I hear you say) One food that I like but always forget I like is cheesecake. Now normally I only consume this when I am at weddings and it’s on offer for afters, normally I am already half pissed and by the end of the night that pissed I forgot I had cheesecake and indeed like cheesecake. So on Saturday in Morrisions I suffered a cheesecake flashback and remembered I liked cheesecake but had never actually had one apart from weddings. Wow there is more than one type of cheesecake I quickly discovered. I opted for a toffee cheesecake and in one swift transaction at the till I had lost my cheesecake virginity. I had to wait until today until I tried it and as I thought I do indeed love it. Now finding a new taste for cheesecake is most probably not what my restricted diet needs. maybe an actual slice of fruit (rather than orange juice that MUST have no bits in) or even some vegetables ? A cheesecake addiction will not help my waistline and speaking of which I was watching Thomas The Tank Engine with my 1-year-old when it suddenly dawned on me that I am slowly morphing into the fat controller as I hurtle towards 40. Maybe when we go to Benidorm for the 40th celebrations that I should buy a top hat and put some blusher on my cheeks and I could go around as the fat controller of Benidorm. I could but on a droning voice and being a native scouser maybe make a full-time occupation of being a fat controller who tells tales of Thomas the tank engine where to keep in character it is essential that I consume large portions of cheesecake to keep a fully rotund figure ? So there is the dream for when universal credit comes in and I have no job. Chooo Choooo.
Fay x x x x