Hair-mare Part 2

So if you're a regular reader, or if you scroll down a few posts, then you'll have read about my hair-mare a few weeks ago.

The state it was in, I felt like I had had my fair share of hair disasters for at least, well I would say a year, but I'd of been happy to make it half a year.

But oh no, fate had other plans for me.

You see at the weekend I went and had my roots done at the hairdressers. Everything was fine, my roots where gone and mt hair looked fairly decent once more.

But today, I woke up early on so decided to wash my hair. After, when I went out into the garden to speak to my mum, all I heard was, 'Oh my god Jay, your roots look light.'

As I looked into the mirror on the fence, yes you may have guessed it, my roots where once again, ginger.

So a return to the hairdressers and an hour or so later, and my hair has been returned to it's one colour glory.

I swear to god somebody, somewhere believes I'm destined to be ginger.

But it looks like I'm not the only one to fall victim to the odd Hairmare day, but at least mine weren't intentional, honestly, what do people think when they look in a mirror eh??


Listening to: Marmaduke Duke - Rubber Lover

Happy Forty Thirteenth Mummy Sev!

As you may have guessed from the title, yesterday was my mum's birthday, her forty-thirteenth birthday, not the 53 otherwise you get a swift kick in the shin!

But anyway, we decided to celebrate the day by going for a meal and some drinks at our local pub The Eight Towers.

And as it happened, it was the pub's weekly quiz night, so with a few drinks in us we were all up for the challenge.

So we tried our bestest and we did reasonably well, 43 out of 55 and the winners got 47, so we were quite pleased.

I personally was very happy because I got a sport's question right which my dad didn't know and a few that were about things that happened before I was born.

After the quiz it was time for the usual The Price is Right, so we had our raffle ticket ready to let Mummy 'Birthday Girl' Sev win us some beer.

But, well, it didn't quite go to plan. And here is a video of us being very bad losers. This is the now infamous rent Daddy Sev with a few bottles of wine in him and being rather bitter about the Sev's luck and generally being a bad sport!!

Feel Free To Play Along!!


Maybe now you'll understand why I'm the way I am with half of this man's genes being me!!!

Listening to: Lady GaGa - Beautiful Dirty Rich

The 4 Day Weekend

So I'm currently half way through my Easter holiday and the Easter weekend is now officially over and done with. Bad times.

But I'm quite glad in a way. You see, where as most people had the common sense to spend the extra long and might I add, sunny and warm weekend, with friends or family having a laugh and probably a few drinks, I did not.

Which does nothing for my so called party girl status I know.

Instead I spent my 4 day weekend giving my car, who is called Maybel by the way, (and yes I am THAT sad, which you should know already by now!) a full on makeover a la Sev.

Firstly, she was hoovered and scrubbed, which took time as she hasn't been cleaned since about August/September last year, so she was rather minging.

Then, I polished and cleaned the dashboard and other plasticy areas inside the car. After that Maybel then got a well deserved wash, during which I also got to soak Daddy Sev with the hose, which entertained me greatly for 2 minutes.

Here is where Day 1 of the Maybel Makeover ended because I felt like my arms where about to drop off.

Onto Day 2, which is Easter Sunday by the way, where most people sit and eat chocolate. Me however, was about to learn what painful arms were really like!

Maybel was about to get the T-Cut treatment, but only half of her because I felt like I was about to pass out from the constant waxing on and waxing off non stop for like an hour.

And finally Day 3 where the T Cutting continued and finished. I then re-blackened her bumpers and other black plastic trims where they had turned grey in the sun.

Maybel was finally complete. I'd spend the majority of my Bank Holiday weekend scrubbing and sweating over her, but she was done.

And to be fair, she does look amazing and I'm very proud of my uber man-like spent weekend, beer breaks included.

Or at least I was until I hear about how all my friends and other normal people spent their weekend, generally having fun and partying.

I knew then I'd made the wrong, probably sadder decision! Oh well, I spose I have to uphold the sad reputation somehow!

Listening to: White Lies - Farewell to the Fairground

Chef Sev??

Okay, so before now I have talked about my lack of cooking ability/skill, and I think today I proved that I am infact totally incapable of feeding myself!

You see, today dear Mummy Sev left me in charge of her home-made chicken soup, because she got called into her recently burnt down work to help clean up.

So she gave me instructions with what to do, which basically consisted of keep stirring it as it boils and when the barley has cooked through move it onto the other ring on a lower temperature.

Simple enough yes?

Not simple enough for me. In less than an hour since dear Mummy Sev's departure I had managed to burn it.

Yes, I BURNT soup. Please someone tell me they've done this?? Please??

So I'm thinking I should start a search for a person who is willing to look after me forever and ever and cook and feed me for the same period of time.

Any volunteers before I do this to a kitchen near you soon??



Listening to: Switches - Drama Queen

Tonight Matthew..

For those of you who don't know, which means you're a very bad blog follower as it says this somewhere over there >>>,
I study Broadcast Journalism therefore making me a BJ, think of this what you will.

We are a very close bunch and we often have BJ nights out where we all get together and party, party, party. Over the years we have learned we are very good at this.

And this week the BJ party Train hit The Ember Lounge for a bit of karaoke action. Oh yeahh!

And we had lots to celebrate as we had just suffered our last newsday as level 2 students and also our last ever lecture as level 2 students. We'd actually survived 2 whole years of university.

So as a collection of us gathered, the drinks flowed and we soon took over the mic. Some of these performances where captured on video, so I thought this would be a great oppurtunity to show you what the future broadcasters of news are supposed to look like!

First up is some of the BJ Ladies, not including myself, singing Ricky Martin's Livin' La Vida Loca..


Next is our resident James Bell, or Chef Shamus as you may know him, showing us a bit of his Micheal Jackson moves!



CHECK HIS BAD SELF!

And last but certainly not least, is some of the BJ Girls once again, giving The Spice Girls a run for their money... or not!


I'm thinking we best stick to the day job?? :)

Tommy Sparks - She's Got Me Dancing