Monday, 15 February 2010

Word Nerd Musings

After having much success at Exclusive Books' Summer Sale, I couldn't resist going back a couple more times to see if I could score any more bargains. Here's what I ended up with...

Margot Fonteyn, A Life (Meredith Daneman)

When I was a kid, all I wanted was to be a ballerina. Ten years of ballet classes and a pair of stubborn flat feet later, I abandoned the dream but ballet will always be close to my heart. I've always loved Margot Fonteyn (and Rudolf Nureyev) which is why I was really pleased to find this biography on sale.

Lighthousekeeping (Jeanette Winterson)

A few years ago I read Written on the Body, a novel from the same author. I really enjoyed it, so I'm hoping Lighthousekeeping will be good too.

Two Caravans (Marina Lewycka)

I have to confess, I totally judged this book by it's cover. It looks quaint and quirky. I'll let you know how that turns out.

Beautiful People (Simon Doonan)

This looks like a fun read. Simon Doonan is the Creative Director at Barnabys and the review on has this to say about Beautiful People:

"Simon Doonan's life is a tawdry and hilarious romp.' Rupert Everett... 'Beautiful People is wickedly funny. Simon Doonan has an ear and an eye for sublimely bizarre details that will make readers laugh out loud.' Candace Bushnell, author of Sex and The City. 'Simon is a male Lucille Ball.' Donna Karen..."
Okay, I'll bite.

Sunday, 14 February 2010

Who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I feel compelled to share this little gem with you. I found it in the latest copy of FairLady

Fay Millar is a London-based baker who offers her clients a decadent range of cakes that celebrate many of life's big occasions including weddings and, well, break-ups. Yeah, that's right. Divorce cakes. Now call me cynical but I think it's a great idea. Why end a relationship whimpering in a dark corner with a box of tissues, Celine Dion whining in the background and a month's supply of chocolates when you can end it in style with a gorgeous cake?!?! Here, take a look at these:

  So long, dumbass

Hit the road, Jack! (Erm, Jill)

You've lost that loving feeling...

See, just when things hit an all time low, you can have your cake AND eat it. (And if you wanted to eat it all by yourself, that would be okay too. You're grieving. Or something.) I think these cakes are GORGEOUS!!! Especially the middle one. (Though the bride in the last pic looks like a crazy psycho bitch - not very flattering.) Anyway, if ever any of my girlfriends get dumped or divorced, I'll scour the streets of Cape Town until I find something similar. And hopefully they'll do the same for me. Any excuse for cake. Yum!

It kinda reminds me of that time in Sex and the City* when Carrie goes to a baby shower and ends up having her gorgeous Manolos swiped. When the hostess brushes off the incident and refuses reimburse Carrie, she decides to throw herself a fabulous single and baby-less type party which has a guest list  of one and a gift registry at Manolo Blahnik. That's how she gets her shoes replaced.

You're probably thinking that's pretty petty. But then again, any woman in her thirties would agree that there's a limit to how many bridal showers and baby showers a girl can endure. Let's face it, the only person who really enjoys those is the bride- or mum-to-be. For the rest of us, it's really an obligatory appearance and another present to fork out for. I mean c'mon, it's great that you found 'true' love and are getting married but do you really need a pre-party party and gifts for that? Isn't lifelong companionship and a big rock enough reward? Seriously! All I'm saying is the next bridal shower I go to had better be my own, damnit!

Anyway, hope you have a lovely V-day regardless of your relationship status. Now go eat some chocolate!

*Season 6, episode 9 to be exact. Speaking of which, almost time for the sequel to the first movie! Yay, I can't wait!!! Happeeeeeeeeee...

Saturday, 13 February 2010

Crazy Cat Lady Chronicles

'Was going through some old photies when I came across this one. 

It's a pic of Phoebe taken the day after I brought her home from the SPCA. She was eight weeks old then and full of energy. (And full of powerful little farts too - we blamed the SPCA nosh. Luckily she grew out of that and into those rather large ears:)

Who knew this cute little thing would grow up to ruin that settee she's on  - not to mention kill hundreds of geckos, about 30 chameleons and two goldfish. 

Friday, 12 February 2010

No glove, no love big guy!

Oopsie daisy. Seems our JZ has been a naughty boy. Again. Our esteemed leader has recently become the proud father of bambino number 19 20. Not bad going for a 67 year old. God Bless Viagra. 


This Hugh Hefner wannabe recently made international headlines when he married his fifth wife. One of them is dead and the other is an ex-missus but the remaining three have the privilege of sharing of the massive hunk of man love that is the president. 

  Gotta love the funky chicken

But now it seems there's even more competition on the scene as JZ's baby mama isn't one of them. Nope, the lucky lady is the daughter of one of Zuma's friends. 


Anyway, his latest antics have left controversial cartoonist Zapiro with no choice but to firmly re-attach that infamous shower head to the Big Guy's forehead. It's a shame really. He was doing quite nicely and while his bedroom antics shouldn't really have any affect on the rest of us, he's not helping the fight against the HIV/Aids pandemic which is ravaging the country. "Please practice safe sex. Unless you're the president." Eish.


Friday, 5 February 2010

Another week done and dusted

Another week has flown by at the speed at sound and I'm sorry to say I haven't had a chance to tell you all about the amazing Top Gear Live show I went to on Saturday. It was really, really cool and worth mentioning. Just not right now. I need to run and something as delicious as Richard Hammond and Top Gear need love and attention. So I'll get 'round to that in the next day or so.

In the meantime, I'd like to share a little cartoon that appeared in The Times a while back. I love it because on good days I feel like the pink elephant. (And yes, the rest of the time I feel like the flower.)

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