I found a FREE calorie counter...
When you're about to bite into that Bacon sandwich that is dripping with fat aand butter... But tastes oh so good...
You can work out how much it'll cost ya here:
http://www.sofeminine.co.uk/fitness/menuminceur/fmenuminceur2.asp?orig=menu&energ=2000
Women we're supposed to consume up to 2000 calories and men... 2500.
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Jango and Pandora.com - MUSIC online
I had a nice tip off today that i'll share with any music lovers....
I had previously raved high reviews about www.pandora.com but there is now a similar one trying to fight its way to the top of the 'Internet radio' charts.
Check it out: www.jango.com
It allows you to play music that you want by matching music to your favourite artists.
And it's FREE!
not sure it's as jazzy and sexy as pandora.com but seems to have a large catalogue of music and allows you to socially network with people too.
Let's see if this one catches on.
Peace x
I had previously raved high reviews about www.pandora.com but there is now a similar one trying to fight its way to the top of the 'Internet radio' charts.
Check it out: www.jango.com
It allows you to play music that you want by matching music to your favourite artists.
And it's FREE!
not sure it's as jazzy and sexy as pandora.com but seems to have a large catalogue of music and allows you to socially network with people too.
Let's see if this one catches on.
Peace x
''Couples night''
It’s becoming increasingly hard to remain patient with friends who overlook me because I am not 1 half of a couple anymore.
Yes, I am single again.
My dearest friends repeatedly have dinner parties where I am not invited as it’s a ‘couples night’.
Umm, what the fuck?!?
And how very dare someone judge you on your god damn ‘relationship status’ in life, I think it’s a fucking outrage.
So, because I do not have someone’s hand to hold at a dinner gathering, that somehow now handicaps me?
Does being single mean somehow you are changed and can no longer converse with friends or eat and drink in an enclosed space now?
When did single-dom become some new form of disability?
Where you have to be excluded from things?
Did I miss that chapter of the book?
It’s pathetic and narrow minded and I think that when I am in a relationship(again)I shall not exclude any friend of mine because of their relationship status.
“Oh, you’re STILL single are you? Fuck you, you’re not coming to my dinner party”
ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
A meal with friends is a meal with friends and a good night out with friends is a good night out with friends.. Whether they are single or have a partner.
Anyway, balls were royally busted today over this latest debacle…
And I was promptly invited to my friends for dinner this Saturday.
*Snigger*
A good moan can sometimes be very successful. Don't accept any shit.
Get moaning people!!
Yes, I am single again.
My dearest friends repeatedly have dinner parties where I am not invited as it’s a ‘couples night’.
Umm, what the fuck?!?
And how very dare someone judge you on your god damn ‘relationship status’ in life, I think it’s a fucking outrage.
So, because I do not have someone’s hand to hold at a dinner gathering, that somehow now handicaps me?
Does being single mean somehow you are changed and can no longer converse with friends or eat and drink in an enclosed space now?
When did single-dom become some new form of disability?
Where you have to be excluded from things?
Did I miss that chapter of the book?
It’s pathetic and narrow minded and I think that when I am in a relationship(again)I shall not exclude any friend of mine because of their relationship status.
“Oh, you’re STILL single are you? Fuck you, you’re not coming to my dinner party”
ARE YOU KIDDING ME.
A meal with friends is a meal with friends and a good night out with friends is a good night out with friends.. Whether they are single or have a partner.
Anyway, balls were royally busted today over this latest debacle…
And I was promptly invited to my friends for dinner this Saturday.
*Snigger*
A good moan can sometimes be very successful. Don't accept any shit.
Get moaning people!!
Your dad dancing?
This is simply, brilliance:
I love this song SOOOOO much....
http://wonkette.com/336213/david-gregory-rocks-out-to-mary-j?autoplay=tr
click here to read funny comments
I love this song SOOOOO much....
http://wonkette.com/336213/david-gregory-rocks-out-to-mary-j?autoplay=tr
click here to read funny comments
Christmas blues… Sort of..
Ok, first off, I’m really not depressed!
But this year I do not have even the tiniest sprinkling, minutiae of Christmas glitter about me. Not one ounce.
There are no Christmas trees in sight.
There are no flashing Christmas lights or decorations adorning my home.
There are no presents for myself OR anyone else for that matter about my person.
There is simply, nothing.
Just me and the cat.
The Christmas buzz and merriment has simply not reached me at all this year.
And I seem to have acquired a small hint of ‘Bar Humbug-ness’ about me.
But not the evil, mean kinda way – just the ‘I don’t really care about it’ way.
Do I feel mean spirited? Not at all.
But I just have not got that Christmas feeling this year.
I’ve avoided the shops like the plague. It’s just beyond unbearable. That’s not fun.
There is no desire to rush out and buy presents for people presents, because I’ll only end up pushing myself into further unnecessary debt.
And everything also seems to be so much more expensive than in the old days. Have you noticed the price of things lately? It’s shocking when you really stop and think about it.
It’s not all about money either; it’s simply there is no desire to celebrate this year.
And ultimately who are we really buying presents for?
Is it to make ourselves feel better?
Or is it to give presents that really means something to the recipient?
Or is it more about doing what we always do and that’s just follow the same old routine?
Trying to outshine other relatives and showboating… ‘hey, look how good my presents are… Look how much I’ve spent… aren’t I fabulous’.
Other than the prayer before we eat… do we even think about what it is exactly that we are celebrating?
Or is it simply a day to have off work and to give presents?
Ultimately, for me, it’s about spending time with the people that matter to me most and having a good time and reconnecting under one roof, for one day.
That to me is priceless and what it’s really about.
So that’s what I shall do this year.
Eat, be merry, share love and my time and keep it simple.
Free lunch - just be nice
There was a BIG fire the other day in London.
I was sat in the office and as I gazed in that 'day dreaming' sort of way over my right shoulder and out of the window... instead of my normal sight of the canary wharf tall skyline... I saw a strong, big, black cloud spiralling over the big tower.
My first thought was 'Oh Fuck'.
My second thought was 'Tell someone'.
So I ran to the studio next door, who has no windows facing the fire and grabbed Jacopo, the resident Italian photographer.
He came rushing to look and also said 'Oh fuck'.
He ran and got his camera.
He took some pictures, uploaded them, and guess what, 'Reuters', loved it so much they offered money there and then for the pictures.
This in a 1hr time frame.
So he's been promising me a drink for drawing his attention to it.
Then today - he calls me into the office and gives me a big hug and say's 'Guess what'.
'Reuters rang me up and booked me to take pictures at a reuters conference'.
It was a big job, which he done yesterday and was showing me his amazing conference pictures today on his computer.
Isn't it funny how 1 small thing leads on to other bigger things?
Anyway - he's so delighted he's buying me lunch.
Good shit.
I was sat in the office and as I gazed in that 'day dreaming' sort of way over my right shoulder and out of the window... instead of my normal sight of the canary wharf tall skyline... I saw a strong, big, black cloud spiralling over the big tower.
My first thought was 'Oh Fuck'.
My second thought was 'Tell someone'.
So I ran to the studio next door, who has no windows facing the fire and grabbed Jacopo, the resident Italian photographer.
He came rushing to look and also said 'Oh fuck'.
He ran and got his camera.
He took some pictures, uploaded them, and guess what, 'Reuters', loved it so much they offered money there and then for the pictures.
This in a 1hr time frame.
So he's been promising me a drink for drawing his attention to it.
Then today - he calls me into the office and gives me a big hug and say's 'Guess what'.
'Reuters rang me up and booked me to take pictures at a reuters conference'.
It was a big job, which he done yesterday and was showing me his amazing conference pictures today on his computer.
Isn't it funny how 1 small thing leads on to other bigger things?
Anyway - he's so delighted he's buying me lunch.
Good shit.
The City of London
Today I was in the Kensington / Chelsea area looking at a venue for my next event.
I haven't been around that area 'properly' in years.
I was quite surprised.
No, scratch that.. I was REALLY surprised at how affluent and lovely it is.
It's the type of area you'd like to live in but know, you probably never will.
The cars were all easily £50k +, the woman looked liked they all had had surgery and sported the famous san tropez tans, they sported REAL designer handbags, the shops were high class, coffeeshops and eateries were everywhere and people were spending money in these expensive shops like we aren't about to go into a recession... I think we are by the way.... it's just around the corner, i can smell it in the air.
It was just an amazing difference to what i see on the streets of Lewisham.
People QUEUEING to shop in Primark and by £1 underwear.
The streets of Chelsea were clean. As in litter free. No mcdonalds litter or chewing gum staining the pavements. Just clean.
The shop fronts were unobtrusive and there was not a sniff of a spray can or any sign of graffiti anywhere.
I felt like i had landed on another continent.
Yet this was London.
As I got on the bus to head south (I thought i'd travel overland today rather than on the underground, so glad I did) - I started to feel a little bit depressed... that doesn't happen to often with me....
But as i passed big ben and the houses of parliament and went over the bridge and shuttled along the congested roads towards elephant and castle I felt myself sliding down the seat... slightly embarressed if i'm honest.
The streets became littered, people looked poor, ill even, the high class shops turned into fast food chicken shops, closed down businesses were bordered up, window displays were covered by window posters.
I started to feel like i live in the ghetto.
I don't.
But that's the overwhelming feeling I got.
I felt a rot in my stomach.
Sometimes lifting our heads over the parapit can be enlightening - but it can also be a bit depressing when you see how the other half live.
I know i should be greatful for all that i have and all that i am... but sometimes...
I just wish....
I haven't been around that area 'properly' in years.
I was quite surprised.
No, scratch that.. I was REALLY surprised at how affluent and lovely it is.
It's the type of area you'd like to live in but know, you probably never will.
The cars were all easily £50k +, the woman looked liked they all had had surgery and sported the famous san tropez tans, they sported REAL designer handbags, the shops were high class, coffeeshops and eateries were everywhere and people were spending money in these expensive shops like we aren't about to go into a recession... I think we are by the way.... it's just around the corner, i can smell it in the air.
It was just an amazing difference to what i see on the streets of Lewisham.
People QUEUEING to shop in Primark and by £1 underwear.
The streets of Chelsea were clean. As in litter free. No mcdonalds litter or chewing gum staining the pavements. Just clean.
The shop fronts were unobtrusive and there was not a sniff of a spray can or any sign of graffiti anywhere.
I felt like i had landed on another continent.
Yet this was London.
As I got on the bus to head south (I thought i'd travel overland today rather than on the underground, so glad I did) - I started to feel a little bit depressed... that doesn't happen to often with me....
But as i passed big ben and the houses of parliament and went over the bridge and shuttled along the congested roads towards elephant and castle I felt myself sliding down the seat... slightly embarressed if i'm honest.
The streets became littered, people looked poor, ill even, the high class shops turned into fast food chicken shops, closed down businesses were bordered up, window displays were covered by window posters.
I started to feel like i live in the ghetto.
I don't.
But that's the overwhelming feeling I got.
I felt a rot in my stomach.
Sometimes lifting our heads over the parapit can be enlightening - but it can also be a bit depressing when you see how the other half live.
I know i should be greatful for all that i have and all that i am... but sometimes...
I just wish....