I get it now!

The thunder is rolling outside as I type, and I have to say I love it.  Years of living on the outskirts of the tornado belt in the US means that I’ve heard my fair share, and seen some pretty mind blowing bolts of lightning.  I miss it, to be honest.  The sky would turn an unnatural shade of green, my mom would panic and run to the basement and my dad and I would stand on the front porch and watch the beauty unfold!  The weather over the last few days means that we’ve gotten some pretty spectacular bolts of lightning ourselves, and fortunately, someone caught them on camera.  Enjoy.  (Also, feel free to turn down the sound and supply your own soundtrack).

I love this.  Members of Girls Aloud have been shocked and upset to learn that they are available for hire as premium escorts rom The Babylon Moscow Escort Agency!

Cue chorus of “Nice one!”s from men and so-inclined ladies across the world.  Don’t get too excited boys, of course you can’t rent the ladies for a night, but their image has been used to promote the agency’s services.  Understandably, they’re not happy about it.

A source told the Daily Mirror:  “It’s an embarrassingly old picture of the girls, so the company figured they might get away with using it.”  They could get sued of course, as they didn’t get approval from the girls’ management.  Fortunately, Cheryl and co. have seen the funny side. “They’ve been joking that Chezza’s been getting off to Moscow in Simon Cowell’s private jet…”  Surely that’s exactly the point?

 

 

They’re bleedin’ gas.  Sure they’d lift the national spirit!

I love this photo from this morning’s Irish Times – we are such a contradiction!

Check out the Diplo directed video for Dancehall Queen by Robyn – LOVE IT.

There is no doubt that there is one breakout star in RTE’s Fade Street.  That star is Paul, Dani’s boyfriend:

He’s just so charismatic!

On Friday night I was out celebrating a friend’s birthday and we decided we wanted to go to a really shitty nightclub and dance like morons (it’s our perogative as women).  It had been a long time since I’d been to an establishment like the one we were in, but as Katy Perry blared I thought, “By gum, it’s good to be back.”

That happiness didn’t last very long however, as I soon realized that since my departure from commercial chart radio, I have completely lost my grip on pop music!  Sure I didn’t know half the songs!  Up until this point in my life I have been a veritable lexicon of pop music, so this came as a bit of a shock to me.  I was upset for a moment, but then this came on the speakers, and suddenly my ignorance didn’t seem so unpleasant:

IS NOTHING SACRED?  I mean, COME ON!

Now, I will admit that I quite like the “dirty bit” where the beat kicks in, but why couldn’t they have just used the “dirty bit” for a completely different song?  Why taint a classic?  I expressed my views to the birthday girl (who still works in commercial chart radio) and she nodded knowingly in agreement.  “I know,” she said comfortingly, “I know.”

The saddest part of the exchange was what wasn’t being said.  What was happening to us?  Where were the years going?  How did we become people who complained about “classics” being ruined?  The answers to these questions aren’t really important however, because there is one thing I’m certain of.  I would rather listen to Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes than the Black Eyed Peas, and that is a fact I’m glad of.