Sunday, July 29, 2007

Supersized Philadelphia

I have never seen so many overweight people in one place. We went for a walk around Philadelphia yesterday en route to the Franklin Institute of Science (to see the Tutankhamen exhibition) and the museum of art (to run up the stairs a-la Rocky), and I'd say two out of every three people we saw were very large. I'm not talking about the media's idea of large either, I mean people who are carrying an amount of excessive weight that poses a health risk - like those who enter themselves onto programmes such as 'The Biggest Loser.'

At the Institute it just so happened that they were having a big interactive exhibit on the human heart, and the statistics read that two thirds of Americans are overweight or obese. We have a rising problem with the same thing in the UK, but perhaps living in London where people are a bit more weight/body conscious you aren't quite as aware of it.

Eating in restaurants it's easy to see possible causes. The starter portions are enormous - so enormous that most evenings if I don't eat a salad I have one of those for dinner, and it's more than sufficient - and I'm pregnant. Last night Robert ordered a steak with a side order of mushrooms and received what would easily serve as a family-sized dish full of them. There is also an incredible amount of fried foods on the menu, dishes with the word 'giant' in them, like giant shrimp, giant onion rings, and cheese seems to play a big part in everything too.

Yesterday morning in addition to a bowl of muesli (which arrived in something more closely resembling a trough - enough to feed three) I ordered "one boiled egg and a piece of toast". I received two boiled eggs, two slices of toast, a small fruit salad, and lots of fried potato wedges on a plate. What is certainly true is that value for money in terms of portions compared to somewhere like London is better, but somehow it just feels like the other extreme - far far too much.

The other thing that struck me about this city is the poverty. It feels very much like Seattle in that respect - lots of homeless and mentally ill people on the streets. As we walked down one stretch, there were two small African American boys (no more than five and eight) selling lolly's, as their skinny grandmother sat nearby on a cooler box chatting to a man. A few steps further and a young woman lay asleep on a bench with all her belongings tied to her. Further yet, a man with a megaphone expounded the evils of celibacy.

The Tutankhamen exhibition was very interesting (naratted by Omar Sharif), but so insanely busy that it was difficult to get a good look at things. Likewise the whole of the Franklin Institute was packed with people, and I've decided that at nearly five months pregnant, I can't be doing lots of standing and crowds anymore. My feet were absolutely killing me.

Last night at dinner a resident family at the adjacent table got talking to us, and told us that if we wanted an easy day we should visit the Mutter museum, or the zoo. The Mutter apparently holds a range of medical oddities like a cast of the famous Siamese twins, a giant colon etc. The man's two boys nodded in eager assent as their father told us how cool it was, while the mother raised her eyes. I have a feeling it is indeed more of a 13-year-old boy and dad thing, but I'm happy to go and take a look especially as he told us it's not a well-known place in terms of tourists.

Friday, July 27, 2007

Onward to Philly

We left New York this afternoon with much heavier suitcases, and arrived in Philadelphia about an hour ago. Our cab driver used his horn a lot, accelerating sharply as he overtook various people who were clearly not matching his frenzied pace. Similarly other drivers seemed to have the same air of aggression. I blame it on the Philadelphia cheese steak - all that protein cannot be good for anyone.

We're tired and will most likely have an early dinner followed by an early night before hitting the historical district - which is literally a stone-throw away from our hotel, tomorrow. The drawing up of and signing of the Declaration of Independence happened just a block away from here, and it would be a shame not to go and do the requisite tour. But for now, a bit more about New York.

The last couple of days saw the temperatures rise to 30 degrees - insanely hot, more so when you are carrying a small child within you. We spent quite a bit of time simply reading in the shade in Central Park, which is in my opinion one of the best places to enjoy some of New York's most beautiful architecture. And speaking of views, we discovered what seems to be a little known fact among tourists, fortunately as it so happens, you don't have to go to the Empire State Building and endure those impossibly long queues if you want a 360 view of the city. The Rockefeller centre offers exactly the same thing, and there was no queue at all.

Sitting on a bench in the park we had a good view of the comings and goings of people. The resident homeless and mentally ill, the dedicated joggers (despite the searing heat), and droves upon droves of tourists. There is also an abundance of concession stands selling sugary fattening snacks. One woman walked past with two children hungrily munching on large dripping ice-cream cones. Both the children were very overweight, but the boy aged around 8, could more acurately be described as obese. He could hardly walk because of the size of his thighs, and kept having to stop to get his breath.

I still feel like a tourist when visiting New York, despite having been there four times now. I think it's the sort of place you need to live in for a while to get a real feel for it, as opposed to what I think of as the Oxford Street experience. Then there's Elaine's - which I'm just dying to go and eat at, for no other reason than it's Woody Allen's hangout, or at least it used to be. I mentioned it to Robert this morning and he replied, "Why didn't you tell me, I would have got reservations." And he's right. It's not even particularly expensive, just a little hard to get a booking at I imagine. Next time.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Nu Yawk

We are in New York and it's as buzzy and wonderful as ever. The weather is hot and sunny and the streets are filled with the usual swarm of yellow cabs piloted by everyone and anyone as long as they don't speak English, steam coming up from man-holes in the street, wize-guy construction workers who check out every passing women, even pregnant ones it seems, guys selling giant pretzels and hotdogs on street corners, incredibly well-groomed men and inconceivably attractive women in designer gear walking to and from work, and lots of tourists.

Last night we ate at steakhouse called Tim's Montana Grill. Our waitress explained that it was good ol American comfort food, and looking at the menu, it more closely resembled a step-by-step DIY guide to a massive coronary. There was a gigantic stuffed head & shoulders corpse of a Bison mounted on the wall, and for good reason - Bison appeared to be a big feature on the menu. Even Bison salad - jesus, Bison salad? The mind boggles. I ordered a chicken salad and spent the rest of my meal looking at the poor forlorn Bison on the wall, thinking it must have taken 6 men armed with elephant guns to bring that great big animal down.

Robert is very pleased with his new iPhone, and assured the salesman at the Apple store that it was NOT for use in Europe, naturally. I got some beautiful maternity clothes in a shop called 'A pea in the pod', that recognizes women do in fact want to look fashionable and stylish during their pregnancy, and not as though they have stepped off of the set of a Little House on the Prairie. We also bought our little girl loads of cute outfits, and can I just say that Baby Gap is wonderful - such cute things.

We tried going to visit the Empire State Building yesterday, but the queue twisted around half the building - a bit like Madame Tussuad's in London, but worse. Being pregnant I didn't fancy standing around for an hour or more, and suggested instead that Robert take a helicopter ride over the city to take in the view. I think personally I might pass on that.

We want to visit the Guggenheim and the Museum of Modern Art in the next couple of days which will be great. And there's also Baby Diesel in Soho - highly recommended by Greg.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

When anchormen lose it

This is funny not so much because of the model's incredibly weird pre-fall wobbling (which is pretty funny in and of itself), but more so because of how the guys doing the story lose it. Them pissing themselves laughing is pretty infectious.

If you can't see the clip, click here.

This is what you call rehabilitation!

Oh man, I laughed. This is the funniest thing I've seen in a while, and it totally made my day. It's 1,500 inmates from
the Cebu Provincial Detention and Rehabilitation Center in Cebu, Philippines, practicing Michael Jackson's "Thriller." I love it.

The woman who plays Jackson's 'girlfriend', looks as though she's a civilian, and is very slightly balding - but don't let that distract you. Very entertaining.

If you can't see the clip click here.

Original source: Dlisted

Friday, July 20, 2007

A surprising weather forecast for London: Rain, rain, and more rain

Breaking news: It's pissing down with rain here in London - seriously, in buckets. And for those of you who don't live here, yes I'm being sarcastic. It's not breaking news - we've had rain in some form nearly every day of our so-called summer. The almost-built swing bench in our garden is getting soaked, as are the cardboard boxes it came out of.

To cheer you up, does anyone remember that brilliantly funny film, 'Drop dead gorgeous'? Kirsty Alley plays the part of a psychotic overly-ambitious mother who goes about murdering all the rival competition in her daughters beauty pageant? Well, this real-life story definitely reminded me of that. Basically a woman in Jersey (UK) is being sued by fellow parents for allegedly drugging their kid's ponies in a showjumping competition, so her kid could win. Check it out here - crazy and funny stuff. Thanks to the lovely Roberto for the tip.

And I know this is cruel and mean and all that stuff, but when it comes to a woman who makes it her business to comment on how crap other women look, I think it's only fair to point out that she too has some imperfections. The top pic is a recent photo of none other than Victoria Beckham's leg - check out more pics here. A good lesson to all of us that starvation without excessive exercise can only lead to no good.

Photo: Dlisted

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Victoria Beckham: Coming to America

The much anticipated 'fly on the wall' documentary (I use the word documentary with tongue firmly in cheek, and it's not my own), about the Beckham's move to Los Angeles is on ITV tonight at 9pm, entitled: Victoria Beckham: Coming to America.

It was meant to be a series, but strangely, and I find this hard to believe, they just couldn't gather enough material that would have substantiated one. Matters were not helped by the fact that Mrs Beckham apparently shot down almost every idea the production company had, and a little more embarrassingly, none of her newly acquired celeb friends would feature.

So you have two people, who though admittedly are talented in their respective fields (i.e. football and shopping), are not actually that interesting - not even in a maladjusted verbally challenged way the Osbourne's were. So, the producers, smart people that they are, did the only thing they could and scrapped the series idea and stuck all the best bits (i.e. the only bits), into a one-off show. If that doesn't tell you something about just what truly fascinating and substantive lives the Beckhams lead, then I don't know what will. Also, according to sources, a lot of the material is staged (*gasp* - No! surely not?) with hair and makeup people and even assistants played by hired actors, and not 'real' people.

One review on the Daily Mail website, reads as follows:
Having just watched the show as it aired here in the US, I felt compelled to say that I currently feel quite sorry for Victoria. It seemed like she was trying far too hard, but she really did fall short of the mark. For the whole show, it felt like she was trying to demonstrate how witty she could be and that she had no problem poking fun at herself. But overall, she came across as snobbish, rude, ignorant, fake and completely self-obsessed. I watched 'Being Victoria Beckham' back in 2002 and felt that she generally came across as quite down-to-earth, fun-loving and sweet - the kind of person you'd like as a friend. After tonight, it's abundantly clear that somewhere, at some point in the past five years - she has lost the special spark that helped to make her famous in the first place. She may find it hard to believe, coming from what people perceive to be 'the land of the fake', but the Victoria from five years ago would be getting a much warmer welcome in LA.
Comments here tomorrow or following the show tonight welcome.

Photo: One of many which appeared in W magazine. C/o Hollywood Rag

Alexis versus Krystal - again!

You've got to love Joan Collins. The woman is not afraid of going there, and this story personifies the adage, 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'. Last year she teamed up on stage with her old Dynasty nemesis Linda Evans to play a pair of has-been Hollywood stars that are still at each other's throats.

Well it turns out it wasn't much of an act, and the two women, how should we put this, weren't that fond of each other.

Collins kept a personal diary throughout the production, and the excerpts are very funny and need I say, biting.

Here are a few of my favourites:
I'm not thrilled when Ben suggests Linda Evans to play Leatrice. We starred together for nine years in the TV series Dynasty - she played saintly Krystal and I played bitchy Alexis.However, I'm convinced she's always disliked me, since she rarely spoke to me on set. Ben tells me that he's talked to Linda and "she's (pause) fond of you"."I don't believe her," I say. "She needs the work, and for God's sake, she's never been on stage at all - and she wasn't even that good on TV!
Late August 2006: New York Linda arrives at first rehearsal with cosmetic-surgery tape over and under her eyelids and underneath her chin.Naturally, the cast all pretend to ignore this, but it's obvious she's come straight from either the face-lift shop or a car crash.She also has the weirdest collagen-enhanced lips I've ever seen. In fact, she epitomises the expression 'trout pout', with those huge lips that make her look like a gargoyle when she smiles. It's quite off-putting to have to look at that face, which used to be so pretty, and pretend not to notice. Everyone who sees Linda is shocked by how she's spoiled her looks.
Linda says: "I love to fight. Barbara Stanwyck taught me to do my own stunts. I don't do car crashes or falling off buildings, but fighting with another woman is not a problem for me." Well, ha, ha, and thanks, Linda - but this woman was taught by Gene Kelly never to do your own stunts."Firstly," he told me, "it's dangerous, and second, you're putting some poor stunt girl out of work."So I subscribe to the Kelly theory - or have done ever since twice ending up in hospital after an over-enthusiastic bout of cat-fighting with Krystal on Dynasty.

Once, in our infamous lily-pond fight, she pulled my leg so hard that it was practically dislocated; and, another time, I ended up in the emergency ward with a dislocated neck vertebra.

Read more here.

Original tip: Dlisted
Photo & source: Daily Mail

Monday, July 16, 2007

Nesting and Phil Spector

I think I'm entering into the nesting phase of my pregnancy. Either that or I'm experiencing a worrying organisational fugue state. Today I actually packed my on-flight clear plastic toiletry bag. Nothing wrong with that, you might say. But our trip is a week away, and to contextualise my usual packing pattern, I once packed for a 7 week round the world trip the morning of our flight. I am nothing if not disorganised when it comes to the admin in my own life, so packing my toiletries for a flight that is a week away is definitely strange.

I've also ordered some reading material from Amazon, not least of all the brilliant Dominick Dunne's "Fatal Charms" and Other Tales of Today. Dunne is the reason I started subscribing to Vanity Fair. He is a very well known trial diarist, and an unapologetic name dropper of the old-school society variety (he knows just about everyone). His insights into the life and more often than not foibles of the rich (even the obscurely so) and famous make for addictive reading. In this month's issue of VF he wrote about the Phil Spector trial - fascinating and as always, brilliantly written stuff, and worth picking up a copy just to read it.

We saw a bunch of our friends yesterday, and I can't help feeling my pregnancy as a topic of conversation is a bore to some. I totally appreciate that, I mean it's not exactly scintillating stuff unless you've been through it and or are going through it. However it's not something I tend to introduce into the conversational mix myself, but more often others do. Even people I haven't met before will ask, 'So when are you due? Do you know what you're having?' etc etc. Before you know it you're talking about morning sickness, the name of your consultant, and your feelings about breast feeding.

I guess, much like asking for a light for your cigarette, having a massive gut is a safe conversational opener for a lot of people. I don't mind talking about it but I'm equally happy to talk about other things too - I mean, I like to think I have the capacity. I'm reminded of a friend's father who met Gary Player (the great South African golfer), and when I asked him what he was like he replied, 'Well, the man can talk about golf.' I never forgot that and it had an important role in my subsequent taste in reading material, film, and fostering curiosity in matters beyond my personal experience.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Just when does mascara go bad?

For someone who is as interested in makeup and cosmetics as me, well at least I used to be before getting pregnant and finding the smell of most products nausea-inducing, I don't really read the beauty pages in magazines that much.

This week, however, an article entitled, 'Is your make-up bag a health hazard?' caught my eye in Now magazine, 16 July 2007.

They spoke to a bunch of makeup artists and experts and gathered some very useful info about just exactly what the shelf life of various cosmetics is, which I found very interesting. Read this at your peril, because it will probably mean you have to go and chuck out a bunch of your stuff, including all of mom's old gold and silver makeup she gave you back in the 70's.

Here are some of their guidlines:

Lipstick and lip gloss
Chuck if: Older than two years. Apparently this also applies to unoopened ones, like those 20 tubes you stocked up on just incase they stopped making your favourite colour.
Danger of keeping them too long: Can cause an allergic reaction and dry out your lips.
Danger of sharing lipsticks (this really appeals to my germ phobia): Increases your chances of herpes simplex infections.

Blusher and bronzer
Chuck powder blushers if: Older than two years.
Danger of keeping them too long: Spotty pimply cheecks, as products tend to mix with the natural oils of the skin.
Healthy tip: Wash your brushes at least once a week - mild shampoo apparently does the trick.
Cream blushers and bronzers should be chucked if older than 18 months as they contain more emulsions.

Eye make-up
Mascara - Bin after four months!!! I know - scary.
Danger of keeping too long: Eye infections and watery eyes.
Liquid eyeliner - Bin after 6 months.
Powdered eyeshadow and eye pencils: Bin after 3 years (yay!), but bin sooner if you have had an eye infection. In fact, bin everything and anything that you used on the eye area during the period of your infection.
Healthy tip: Never share eye makeup - tear ducts are apparently bursting with virusus like colds and flu.

Foudation and powder:
Chuck both if: Older than a year as chances are they are out of date.
Danger of keeping too long: Product seperates and causes spotty or dry skin.
Healthy tip: Wash all application sponges with soap and water once a week.

Top tips to make your make-up healthier
  1. To maximise shelf life of mascara, don't pump the wand up and down as it forces air into it and dries it out.
  2. Clean out your makeup bag with antibacterial wipes.
  3. Slicing off the tops of your lipsticks and wind-up liners keeps them hygienic for longer - as will sharpening your eye pencil.
  4. Keep your makeup back in a cool dark place - not your bathroom as heat and light exposure quickly reduces the shelf life of products.
OK, so it's depressing, you've got a lot of chucking to do, and if you're anything like me, chucking of a lot of stuff you've bought and haven't even used yet. But look at it on the positive side - that means a requisite shopping trip to Boots!


Pot - Kettle anyone?

I don't watch Big Brother, because, well, I like to think I have a life. Or more accurately, I have better taste in TV shows that I like to squander my time watching. Anyway, I pick up bits and pieces of what's happening on BB in my weekly mags - the content of which may call into question my aforementioned snotty claim to better taste. But I digress.

This week, in Closer magazine, they ran an article saying that they had kicked a contestant out of the show for using the n word - a derogatory and archaic slang term used to refer to black people. The girl in question, Emily Parr (who is white), apparently used the word to address a black contestant (Charley Uchea) while they were dancing together, and claims she was using it in affectionate jest. Either way, she was kicked out there and then - with very little debate about the context or intention. The term was deemed racist, deeply offensive, and there were clearly concerns about a public outcry.

According to the mag, Charley Uchea, the very same black contestant on the receiving end of the n word, recently used the word herself, although surprise surprise channel 4 chose not to air it. Apparently the context was as follows: She was telling fellow contestants about when she was in a club and said to a black footballer: 'What's up n*****?'

Interestingly, although Charley was called into the diary room and given a warning about the use of offence language, she was not, like Emily, kicked out.

Their excuse? Well according to Closer magazine a Channel 4 spokesperson said:
"Charley used the word n***** when she was recalling someone she had met outside the house. Her comments weren't screened on live streaming for privacy reasons. She was using the word as a black woman to refer to another black person. The use of the word in this way is a legitimate subject of debate within black communities, and we therefore jugged Charley's use of the term to be substantially different from Emily's case."
This reminds me of an episode of the Oprah Winfrey show I watched some time back. She had on the leading characters from the cast of Crash - a movie which explores among other things the very damaging effects of racial intolerance and ignorance. She asked two of the male cast members, who happened to be black, if they ever used the n word, and they said they did, but in a joking affectionate manner when they were among other black male friends. And she replied that no one should use that word. That many people had fought long and hard to banish it and the kind of thinking that went with it, and that it especially shouldn't be used by black people.

Amen. I wholeheartedly agree. I'll go one further and say that if you are going to make a set of rules about what is offensive behaviour and language, it should be adhered to by everyone, and if there is punishment, then everyone should bear the brunt of it equally - regardless.

Friday, July 13, 2007

The list and Harry Potter

We were at Home House last night to see our friends David and Stacie who are over for a few days from Japan. I walked in and noticed a man at the next table who looked very familiar, and need I say it, rather handsome and well put together. Then suddenly, it struck me, but no, surely it couldn't be? Ah, but then I heard him speak and that beautifully cultivated mellifluous voice was just unmistakable. Yes, it was none other than Ralph Fiennes.

You often see famous sorts at Home House, which considers itself a members club to the likes of people in the media industry, and basically anyone else who pays the membership fee :-) Seriously, though, I was a bit star struck, because Ralph has always been on my list (handful of celeb chaps I'm allowed to have a juvenile crush on). Yes, there was that whole air stewardess story that totally put me off him. But unlike a lot of celebs who look kind of dissapointing in the flesh, Ralph looked pretty damn good, and all previously held grudges against his poor judgement flew out of the window in a blushing frenzy.

I held off telling Roberto he was there because I could imagine him saying in a loud voice, "You just can't find good airline help these days" or something cheeky like that, and I would have wanted to die. hahaha. Anyway, in fairness to me, Robert has that damn meeting Angelina Jolie at his flying school story that he whips out from time to time much to my chagrin. So I don't feel too bad about my almost, dying to but couldn't possibly talk to, Ralph story.

As it happens, Robert and I had tickets to the new Harry Potter film last night which we went and saw after we left the club. Ralph was, as always, superb as Lord Voldermort. But then I suppose I would say that. Oh yes, and the film was pretty good too ;-)

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Man disguised as tree robs bank

I think Robert is concerned that I'm neglecting my blog, which is why he keeps sending my these links. And it's true, I have been busy with work so everything else has fallen by the wayside: Eating, personal hygiene, blogging. I reckon he thinks if I take care of one of them it will have a domino effect on the others, and I'll actually cook a meal for once, and may even change out of my pyjamas before he gets home in the evening. Stranger things have happened.

Anyway, as per the title, some guy robbed a bank in the USA disguised as a tree. Or more accurately, he had some branches and leaves struck to him. Personally I think the security guard and staff should all be fired for the sheer stupidity of not noticing some eejit wondering into a bank in that very badly put together gettup.

Check out the full story here.

Thanks again to Robert for the tip.

Will It Blend? - iPhone

I don't know why, but this is strangely unsettling to watch.
If you can't see the clip, click here.

Thanks to the sexy Roberto for the tip.

Monday, July 09, 2007

Totally uninspiring blog entry

Unsurprisingly, it's raining again in London. So far we've had one non-rainy/non-weirdly cold day of summer, which was yesterday. It's getting beyond depressing, and there's really only so much television a person can watch. Fortunately I've been given a new creative project to work on during the week that's keeping me out of trouble, and now I only occasionally have time to stare out of the window listlessly and curse the weather with a clenched fist. I've also got that new Harry Potter game to play at some point, but these days by 6pm I'm knackered, so there's not a lot going on beyond that point.

I missed my maternity yoga class again today, this time because of work. I think I'm going to switch to Saturdays in the mornings. I've always found working out easier in the am anyway, and the other benefit of this class is that it's walking distance, so I don't need to factor in travelling time too. God,just how lazy am I becoming? The downside is that I won't get to hang out with Sophie if I do decide to switch. I may have to convince her to do Saturday's too.

And in the news, did anyone hear about the 10 and 12-year-old girls who attempted to kidnap their neighbours baby and, unsurprisingly, failed when their mom found the baby in their bedroom? Yep, unfortunately this story is true - check it out here.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

How to reanimate a frozen hamster

Yep, turns out freezing and then reanimating rodents in the name of cryobiology isn't just a myth. In fact it turns out they were doing it back in the early 50's already.

Check out
this fascinating and well written article on the subject via Damn Interesting by Matt Castle.

And no, I wouldn't try it at home.

Photo: Damn Interesting

French kiss

On the subject of Rufus, whose blog (That's how it happened) is brilliant btw - especially if you are into bee keeping, trainers, and very obscure cuisine (rotten shark among just some of the delicacies he has sampled), I found this brilliant collection of photos among his recent links.

They are by two French photographers who have taken pictures of people and then very cleverly photo-shopped the image so the person is portrayed kissing themselves.

The photos are strangely compelling in a somewhat disturbingly narcissistic way. Check them out here.

Photo by: David Puel & Thomas Libe

Mr. T - Treat your mother right

Rufus had this on his blog ages OK, and it's undoubtedly music and video gold, and a must for all Mr. T fans. I especially love the backup dancers outfits - inspired costuming.

But be warned though, this is more than a complex musical composition and finely acted video - incorporating is it method acting? It's hard to tell. Dare I say it's also a catchy tune that has a way of worming it's way into your head and you'll find yourself whistling it at odd times of the day and night.

If you can't see the clip, click here.

Friday, July 06, 2007

Oh good lord!

There's just too many mag covers and blog sources confirming it, so I think it's about time we accept the unbelievable and inconceivable fact that Nicole Richie may well be pregnant.

The question everyone's asking is how someone who is so clearly malnourished managed to conceive in the first place? I don't mean this in a bad taste way, promise, but women in Ethiopia and similarly starvation-ridden countries do it all the time, so clearly our bodies are a lot more robust and capable than we give them credit for.

I'm hoping she sees it as an opportunity to start eating a bit better and looking after herself. Saying this, I wasn't able to keep much down for about 7 weeks of my pregnancy, and have had online discussions with other women that were sick throughout their pregnancies and still had perfectly healthy babies. So it is possible I guess, but not ideal. One of the women I spoke to only put on 6 pounds - or about 3 kilos throughout her whole pregnancy thanks to constant vomiting, and her baby was fine. My consultant tells me that babies are pretty much parasites and take everything they need from your body, and you're the one that goes without.

I had a terrible thought, but hey, we are talking celebs here so anything is possible: What if Nicole Richie got pregnant to avoid going to the slammer for her DUI charge? Stranger things have happened. Sources are saying if she does serve it will only be something like 5 days, but maybe she didn't feel she could cut even that.

Oh well, let's not assume the worst and just go along with good old fashioned unprotected sex as the reason, and wish her congratulations and good luck. I hope she has less morning sickness than I did, because this is one girl who really doesn't need to lose any more weight, especially now that she's carrying a child. Or is she? hmmmm.

Photo: Perez Hilton - Graffiti not mine

Yippi-kay-ay motherfu...

Last night Roberto and I went to see Die Hard 4.0 aka Live Free or Die Hard. Very entertaining actually, and need I say it - full of totally inconceivable action sequences. But hey, with depressing weather and eejits trying to blow up Tiger Tiger, who wants to go to the movies for a super sized dose of reality these days?

The film is all about computers and hacking and stuff, and I was one of about 3 women in an audience packed full of glassy-eyed blokes. And why is it whenever movies try and depict hackers they always fill the screen with a shot of a guy's fingers typing really fast on a keyboard? I didn't realise that 60 wpm were all that's required to break into high security government computer systems. I might give it a try sometime.

The weather here in London continues to be shyte. Some summer. Earlier this year I trotted off to the shops and bought some cute summery maternity stuff (not necessarily mutually exclusive terms I keep telling myself), and have yet had an opportunity to wear any of it. We are off to America in a couple of weeks and I'm hoping they are having something that better resembles sunshine and heat.

Before I go, my sister's six-year-old son walked up to his heavily pregnant teacher the other day, and totally out of the blue said to her: "I realise you need a father for your baby - but it's not going to be me." The woman is married btw and her personal life is not something she discusses with the six year olds in her class. My sister has no idea where he gets this shit from, but according to his teacher his frequent obscure non sequiturs are often a source of entertaining conversation in the school staff room.


Wednesday, July 04, 2007

When you gotta go you gotta go

Very old footage, i.e. not the best quality, and an annoying track. But if you are a dog lover worth watching. Personally my favourite bit is of the mutt taking a pee on a kid buried in the sand at the beach. Very funny.

If you can't see the clip, click here.

Top Ten Bad@ss Features on the iPhone

So is this why Roberto wants one?

Click here if you can't see the clip.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

How to dress for a Spice Girls Reunion announcement

While the rest of the Spice Girls chose stylish, age-appropriate outfits for the announcement of their Spice Girls reunion tour, Posh decided to opt instead for the emaciated pole dancer look.

Yes, she has the figure for it - well sort of - but when I saw the photos it looked very much like she was trying too hard - especially compared to the understated look of the other women. Ok admittedly Geri's was a bit weird and Mel B's was, well, shiny. But even so, you didn't get the impression that either of them chose their outfits with the same intention as what VB had in mind. And what that intention was, well, god only knows.

It might just be me, so I'm going out on a limb here, but VB's image sends a very mixed bag of messages. Her body has no softness or curves which lend itself to sensuality. And basically she's too emaciated, self-obsessed, and robot-like to be sexy, yet she still increasingly insists on wearing overtly tarty outfits - the kind of thing you have to stop your 15-year-old daughter from trying to sneak out of the house in. It's just odd.

I do wonder if there is some or other LA-based PR/stylist person behind all these latest desperate attention-seeking ensembles. Bearing in mind that this woman's entire life is a carefully planned media operation with no appearance, or outfit, not even a visible neon-coloured bra strap left to chance.

As much as I don't warm to her persona, I've always thought she was a great dresser. But since her move to the USA it's all gone terribly wrong in that department too.

Photos: Hollywood Rag

Get this girl a stylist

I don't know why, but my reflexive reaction is always one of complete shock when I see beautiful people wearing completely incomprehensibly shit clothes. Somehow I guess I just kind of assume that because they have this great natural beauty, they'll be naturally stylish too. Well, not all the time, as is the case with Eva Green (most recent Bond film beauty).

This pic of Eva looking like a Chinese lantern was taken at Dior's Haute Couture show yesterday.

And what's with those prostitute meets Roman gladiator shoes? Good lord.

More fashion disasters here.

Photo: Dlisted

And one more thing

OK, I know superbitch Katie Hopkins is like sooooo yesterday (channeling Valley-speak here), but I unfortunately missed the bit where she got interviewed on TV after she came off the The Apprentice (UK version). Well praise the lordy lord for You Tube. Here's the best bit where successful business woman Michelle Mone says what all of us had been thinking all along. (Click here if you can't see the clip)

And if you still don't believe what an evil acid-tongued so and so this woman is, cloak yourself in garlic and a sturdy crucifix, and check out her later response to that interview here.


For once I'm at a loss as to what to write about. There is nothing in the land of celebdom that inspires me to vent any spleen. Likewise those bunch of eejits that tried unsuccessfully to cause havoc in London with their poorly made car bombs have not deterred me from going about my usual business - and even that feels too badly executed and boring to write about either (the poorly made car bombs that is). In fact, I blame the weather. It's been raining for so long now I think my mental and creative neurons are suffering from damp.

On a sad note, I bought a copy of the latest Harry Potter PC game - 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.' I haven't yet had the courage to unwrap it, but I'm seriously contemplating it. I hated the user interface of the last one and I'm hoping this one is going to be better, i.e. eejit-proof easy for a very occasional game dabbler like myself.

And in bump news: I had my 16 week checkup yesterday, and all is well. The little person is growing as it should and the heartbeat sounded nice and strong. On Sunday morning I woke up and my stomach was lopsided as though the baby was lying all on one side of it - weird.

The two-loaves of bread thing is also starting to resemble more of a consolidated bump now, so I'm finally starting to look pregnant as opposed to just porcine.

Strange thing about that - I've noticed strangers being quite polite around me, and then remember it must be because of my big gut. A couple of times now I've been waiting to cross a busy street (not at the lights or a zebra crossing), and cars have actually stopped for me. This never happened before, and I think I could get used to it.