God damn I’m feeling bloggy at the moment.  That’s the trouble with this craic.  Once you get into the groove everything seems like a good blog post.  Which leads me to the matter at hand:  LIDL LEMON SORBET:

DO NOT BUY THIS…if you are offended by the delicious and refreshing goodness of an inexpensive sorbet!  This is by far my favourite Lidl product, it really is fantastic and so very cheap.  On a related note, lemon flavoured products have some kind of hangover healing super power.  Buy them, store them, consume when necessary.  (Wow, I think that’s the first time in my life I spelled ‘necessary’ right on the first go.  Props to me!)

The reason I am consuming lemon flavoured products this morning is that I went to Panti Bar last night to see the The Panti (and Bunny) Show.  I’ve been wanting to get there on a Thursday for ages, as living in Galway had obviously thwarted my previous efforts, and I wasn’t disappointed.  I’ve always loved Panti, she is such an amazing drag performer, and last night’s excerpts from Whatever Happened to Baby Jane were amazing.  This time what really got me though was Bunny.  She is incredible.  I will never be half the woman she is.  I wanted to go home and order a corset and long wig online and practice doing my makeup until the two things arrived.  She is certainly an inspiration to embrace your femininity!

So there you are.  My boyfriend is home today after almost 6 days away and I am disgusted by how excited I am to see him.  I’ve learned that I use a roll of toilet paper to myself a week (it seems like a lot to me, does it seem like a lot to you?).  Oh AND, I wore the shorts in public and no one vomited on me so I think they might be ok.

Happy Friday people.

Louise xoxo

Regular readers of this blog will know that I really have no time for Chris “Douchebag” Brown.  Obviously I’m bothered by what he did to Rihanna, but it’s really his behaviour around that incident and since that incident that really bother me.

His most recent act of douchery took place at the BET Awards on Sunday night.  No doubt Chris was excited that someone was letting him perform at their ceremony, because he performed and he performed big.  Like a big douche.  Check him out here in a tribute to Michael Jackson…and check out his douchebag tears:

So that was bad.  But this is worse.  Us Weekly are reporting that his tears weren’t out of genuine emotion, but a result of some tear inducing eye drops he applied shortly before taking the stage:

Before he took the stage to belt out “Man in the Mirror,” a backstage source tells Us one of Brown’s bodyguards gave the singer, 21, tear-inducing eye drops.

Brown’s rep denies it, telling Us that this account is “completely untrue.” But the witness says Brown definitely used drops.

I am literally sitting here rolling my eyes and shaking my head.  Go away Chris.  Please.  Just give it up.

Louise xoxo

I’m verr verr excited about Jersey Shore Season 2.  I am even more excited now that I’ve seen the trailer (turn your sound way up because the audio level on this is ridiculous but it’s the only copy available).

DAYUM.  Shitz gonna go crazy!

Louise xoxo

I love trash TV.  I mean I love The Hills, Keeping Up With the Kardashians, The City, The Girls Working at a Womans Magazine Show etc. etc.  I have to say though that there is one sector of trash tv that does it for me above all others and that is The Real Housewives sector.

Taking a look at the lives of rich women in various parts of the United States, the series finds completely wacko women and makes entertaining shows about them.  My favourite is The Real Housewives of New York City.  You can find all the episodes here.  I highly recommend them, but only if you’re willing to surrender about 25 hours of your life to completely turning your brain off.  The women in this series are funny, wacko, completely out of touch with reality and in many cases completely obnoxious.  One in particular is completely mental…her name is Kelly Kiloran Bensimon (pictured looking totally normal above, don’t let it fool you).  She entered in Series 2, and I am so glad she did.  Watch, and marvel at her ludicrous behaviour and complete lack of any remote relationship with reality.

Louise xoxo

I have mixed feelings when it comes to Katy Perry.  She can be incredibly irritating.  Her lyrics are horrendous.  I don’t know that I buy into her super-happy-cute-but-cheeky persona.  But…she doesn’t seem stupid, she isn’t 100% cookie cutter, and let’s face it she has one of the most bangin’ bodies around that even I, as a straight woman, can appreciate:

I mean, COME ON, who doesn’t want a body like that?  (Although after some consideration whilst at lunch with my friend Neil I have concluded that Kelly Brook is hotter). Finally, the nail in mixed up coffin,  I have to admit, I like that California Girls song.  I can’t help it!

Having said that, I was highly amused by this, an open letter to Katy Perry from Jesse Spano, Bayside High, Class of 1993. Ah Saved By The Bell…times were simpler then.

Louise xoxo

SWEET MOTHER MOLASSES!  Stop the presses!  Bridget Jones’ Diary is being made into a musical!  Now, this may not immediately send you into spasms of excitement, but bear with me as this is not just any musical adaptation.  Set to open in London in 2011, it’s being created by the team behind Billy Elliott and the music is being written by Lily Allen.  FO REALZ!

I love Bridget, and Lily, and still haven’t given up the ghost on having a career in the West End so I’m literally counting the minutes ’til I can book tickets.  Phew.  I need a cold shower.

Louise xoxo

Right, so I feel like a have a bajillion things to say here so I’m just going to go the bullet point route:

• This humidity is not good for the Irish.  I am a frizzy, sweaty mess and I know I’m not alone.  The vast majority of us struggle in this “close” weather, and I therefore despise any people I see floating along in beautiful dresses free of dampness with glossy locks bouncing in the breeze.  I want to sit on a bench with a fan pointed at my face and throw rocks at them while eating a Tangle Twister.  (And yes, I know they’re called “Twisters” now but this old dog refuses to learn that new trick).  Who’s with me?  Adding to the sweaty/frizzy disaster is the fact that I’m peeling.  Last week I arrived home from Ibiza glowing, exclaiming “I’m so brown!” every five minutes.  Now, with every bit of skin that expelled from my body a tear falls from my sweaty eye as I kiss that dream goodbye.  But hey, at least it’s sunny right?!?

• In a moment of what I can only assume was humidity induced insanity this morning, I bought a pair of shorts.  I’m wearing them at the moment.  They are khaki.  I’m not sure about them.  As a girl who is closer to 18 than 8 when it comes to size I’m not sure if I’m breaking some kind of rule in getting my thighs out for all to see.  They are comfortable though…oh God, have I reached the stage in my life where I dress for comfort?!?

• I walked by this vespa today and had to stop to take a picture.  Want.  Now.  It’s neon orange and from 1992.  What could be better than that?

• I like swinging.  [insert obvious joke here]  While in Ibiza I had a grand auld swing at about 4am in a children’s playground and am considering sneaking around the corner to the neighbourhood playground tonight for a go.  It’s a cheap thrill people, and in this economy it’s exactly what we need.

LOVE!

Louise xoxo

Right.  To be honest, I’m sick of the World Cup.  The boy is away for a few days so I’m enjoying the lack of vuvuzela in my life.  However, I did watch the England vs. Germany match on Sunday and I’m not quite sure how I missed this!:

That is some SERIOUS nose-picking by German manager Joachim Loew.  Maybe he lost his keys?

Louise xoxo

I love Jersey Shore and am weirdly magnetized to Twilight so I was amused by this:

Louise xoxo

I spent New Years in Doolin this year.  Clare is one of my favourite countires outside of Dublin, and I love the beaches and scenery.  No visit to that part of the country is complete without a trip to the Cliffs of Moher.  It is one of those places that remind you of how beautiful Ireland is, and why so many people come to visit.

So, to the cliffs we headed, but we were surprised to find that there was a relatively steep charge to park in the car park.  Previously it had been free, and this set me off on a rant about how ridiculous it was that you would be forced to pay to see a natural attraction (I think everyone was sick of hearing about it by the time we left to be honest).  Well, that was nothing.

Now, whether you walk, drive, cycle or run to the cliffs, if you want to visit them and see the tremendous view from the top, you’ll be spending money.   €6 to be exact.  This morning’s Irish Independent reports:

The Cliffs of Moher, a 600ft- high natural landmark in Co Clare, will now be pay per view, in a controversial move seemingly designed to cover the cost of a failing visitors’ centre.

The charge will apply to adults only and will also cover admission to the visitor centre.

The introduction of the charge comes against the background of the Cliffs Of Moher Visitor Centre Ltd incurring combined losses of €500,000 in 2008 and 2009.

Having a visitor’s centre is nice, and I enjoyed having some soup there after walking up the cliffs in the freezing cold, but the prices are exorbitant.  We couldn’t believe how much they were charging for a cup of tea, and we weren’t the only people to comment on it.  Add to that a cover charge to even be there in the first place, and you can entirely understand why tourists complain about Ireland being a rip-off.

They are a sight to behold though:

And there are plenty of signs to keep you safe…who knew climbing over the edge was a bad idea?

Louise xoxo