Ms Brick Strikes Again, Call me Stephanie and other bits
The woman everyone loves to hate. Samantha Brick. Yep she's at it again! The first article she wrote, I really got my hair off. I was so cross! This time, I just laughed and laughed and laughed. I don't know how to take her. To me - after thinking about it rationally, she's like Karl Pilkington. You know, Ricky Gervais's friend? The bald one? You watch him and you think 'Surely to God, nobody can be this way really?' Then you wonder, well if he isn't - then he just might be one of the greatest comedy genuises of all time. I couldn't call it one way or the other. It's the same with Ms Brick. Surely nobody could be that deluded, stupid, I could go on and on and on. Maybe she isn't. Maybe she too is one of the greatest comediennes of all time. She's a troll, comedy gold, or she's an idiot - but whichever way you look at it - The Daily Fail are paying her to churn out this incessant bullsh*t/wonderful comedy, depending on your opinion. She's just brought out her 'memoirs' and everytime she publishes an article, Social Media goes absolutely crazy. Mainly with hate and bile in her direction - but what is it they say? No publicity is bad publicity? I've looked at her Twitter site today, and she's responded to some of the comments aimed at her. She's retweeted those in support (naturally) but she's actually defended herself in some of the ones against her. I'm leaning towards the belief that she is actually - for real. I stopped buying the Daily Fail a while back after Carol Sarler's disgraceful piece of 'journalism' - 'Why can't we face the truth? Having an Autistic child wrecks your life'. Which would have been bad enough if I'd read it myself, and was offended. No. My son found it online, and shared a link to it on Facebook, asking if he should have been aborted? Well done Carol! So, Carol Sarler? Liz Jones? Samantha Brick? Is this the best we can do? Really? Is this showcasing women in their best light, or setting women back by decades?
In Waitrose yesterday, Mum asked me if I had my Waitrose card. I asked her why. She said 'You get the Daily Mail free with your card.' To which I announced, rather loudly (and knowing the out-of-town clientele any Waitrose attracts - in our local one Wills and Kate! - I was shot a few disgusted stares...)
'Mother, I wouldn't even use that rag to wipe my backside on. Free or not.' I didn't actually put it quite so daintily.
Enough about her. Now I'm going to talk about another blonde woman in her forties, this one really is beautiful, not just in her own head. I read a brilliant book the other day, 'Wild' by Cheryl Strayed. Now, I don't know who this woman is, but apparently she's an online agony aunt? I read her book, 'Tiny Beautiful Things', and so I knew a bit about her personal history from the responses she imparted to the advice seekers and I thought it would be interesting. I wasn't let down. 'Wild' is the story of her three month, 1100 mile hike along the Pacific Crest Trail when she was in her twenties. Most of the journey was done solo, although there were other hikers she would ramble with for a while and meet up with for rest stops, she wanted to be alone while doing the hike. I don't want to bandy the word 'brave' around willy nilly, it's a word that's completely used in the wrong context nowadays, especially by the mass media. At the end of the day it's something she chose to do... but I really admire her balls. 1100 miles. Sheeeesh.
No recipe post today (is that a hurrah I hear?). Boring food day today, jacket potato lunch and omelette tea. I have about fifty eggs I need to use up before the end of the month. Ordinarily this wouldn't be a problem as I'd just bake loads of cakes. I can still do that. But I can't eat them so, everyone else can suffer along with me :-)
I won a competition yesterday - I won a year's supply of Hair Colour, the Live XXL Brights ones! Judging by the amount of grey hair (it's living with Mr G that has done it) that's emerging it's probably just as well. I don't know what colours I'm going to get, but looking at the range, there's lilac, and blue, and amazing red colours. Knowing my luck they'll send me the shocking Pink, so I can look just like this in time for my 37th birthday...
In other news... Mr G is being his usual 'helpful' self. It's not enough that I am cooking every meal, planning every meal, pointing every meal and keeping track whether he has enough points left for an ice cream at night (when I don't...), but when asked a straight question, he still can't help himself.
Me: What can I do with prawns?
Mr G: Goldfish bowl? Aquarium?
*Sigh*
Tomorrow I'll be back with another recipe post - '101 ways with Polo Mints'. You're most welcome.
In Waitrose yesterday, Mum asked me if I had my Waitrose card. I asked her why. She said 'You get the Daily Mail free with your card.' To which I announced, rather loudly (and knowing the out-of-town clientele any Waitrose attracts - in our local one Wills and Kate! - I was shot a few disgusted stares...)
'Mother, I wouldn't even use that rag to wipe my backside on. Free or not.' I didn't actually put it quite so daintily.
Enough about her. Now I'm going to talk about another blonde woman in her forties, this one really is beautiful, not just in her own head. I read a brilliant book the other day, 'Wild' by Cheryl Strayed. Now, I don't know who this woman is, but apparently she's an online agony aunt? I read her book, 'Tiny Beautiful Things', and so I knew a bit about her personal history from the responses she imparted to the advice seekers and I thought it would be interesting. I wasn't let down. 'Wild' is the story of her three month, 1100 mile hike along the Pacific Crest Trail when she was in her twenties. Most of the journey was done solo, although there were other hikers she would ramble with for a while and meet up with for rest stops, she wanted to be alone while doing the hike. I don't want to bandy the word 'brave' around willy nilly, it's a word that's completely used in the wrong context nowadays, especially by the mass media. At the end of the day it's something she chose to do... but I really admire her balls. 1100 miles. Sheeeesh.
No recipe post today (is that a hurrah I hear?). Boring food day today, jacket potato lunch and omelette tea. I have about fifty eggs I need to use up before the end of the month. Ordinarily this wouldn't be a problem as I'd just bake loads of cakes. I can still do that. But I can't eat them so, everyone else can suffer along with me :-)
I won a competition yesterday - I won a year's supply of Hair Colour, the Live XXL Brights ones! Judging by the amount of grey hair (it's living with Mr G that has done it) that's emerging it's probably just as well. I don't know what colours I'm going to get, but looking at the range, there's lilac, and blue, and amazing red colours. Knowing my luck they'll send me the shocking Pink, so I can look just like this in time for my 37th birthday...
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In other news... Mr G is being his usual 'helpful' self. It's not enough that I am cooking every meal, planning every meal, pointing every meal and keeping track whether he has enough points left for an ice cream at night (when I don't...), but when asked a straight question, he still can't help himself.
Me: What can I do with prawns?
Mr G: Goldfish bowl? Aquarium?
*Sigh*
Tomorrow I'll be back with another recipe post - '101 ways with Polo Mints'. You're most welcome.
I love that you won these hair colors! Can't wait to see what look you rock for your 37th.
ReplyDeleteI have them! I have twelve of them here, and I really don't know what to do! Look out for the result in the next week or so ;-)
DeleteI'm not too old, am I...? ;-)