Yes, yet another television advert which drives me nuts. This one is just so terrible I don’t even think I have to point out the over acting, the pointless gender stereotyping and the terrible helpless woman-giggle at the end…enjoy.
(sorry quality is a bit crap but I reckon you will still get the idea and be adequately annoyed)
Today is pancake day…or as I pointed out..it should be called lemony crepe day as their pancakes aren’t what Aunt Jemima used to make. They are thin and generally served as a dessert, and somehow lemon is included in the mix as per the display below.
Also in this display are eggs (the box on the right marked Woodland) …and the weird bit about this is that this display is in the middle of the grocery store…not refridgerated.
Yes, they don’t refrigerate eggs here…which did confuse me when I first looked for eggs in a grocery store as I hadn’t thought to look on the shelf near the flour! Evidently eggs actually do not need to be refridgerated (evidence of that is that we haven’t died yet and have consumed quite a few eggs here). Although it does still seem wrong to me as I assumed eggs needed to be refridgerated or they would go bad or something . At home I probably would have thrown out a carton of eggs if I had forgotten to refridgerate them. It’s a hard habit to break (pardon the pun) as when I buy eggs I do still stick them in the fridge just in case…
I know most of the UK readers will have seen this but I love it and have to see it again and again.
This is a clip from a tv show that is part of Comic Relief. Comic Relief is an annual fundraiser where basically through February and March celebrities (and normal people) do funny things to raise money for a series of charities …being a massive fan of anything funny I think its a great concept. Anyhoo this year the BBC has put together a weekly programme where celebrities perform iconic dances with hopes to be voted through to the finale.
The one below was clearly the winner for the night, and probably the whole thing as I can’t imagine what could beat this.
The dancer is this great comedian who is on two of my fave shows called Peep Show and That Mitchell and Webb look (this clip came from that show), he mostly plays a fairly dense/thick/moronic character but in real life seems fairly low key, which adds to the fabulous-ness of this dance (that and his high cut leotard! thankfully there was no ‘flash’ in this flashdance but the risk was certainly there)
It has been almost 6 months since I reported on the construction of a retractable your-eye-nail (urinal) on our high street and I am happy to say that on Friday night, we finally saw it in all it’s glory.
For those of you unfamiliar with this fantastic structure, they have build a urinal under ground that during the day, is hidden but at night, as if by magic, it emerges from the ground to provide the men on the high street a place to wee on their stumble home from the bars.
Last night was the first time we had seen it above ground and I was surprised by it’s fancy lighting and for a second thought it looked more like an art exhibit versus a place to pee in (not that I have actually ever been to an art exhibit…although if there was one with fancy urinals I might just be interested). None the less, the future of urination has come to our high street.
Prepare to be amazed….
Before...
After!
A true work of art
The one thing that made me happy on our NWA flight to Canada at Christmas was the fact that they had a skymall brochure to keep me amused (and prevent me from strangling all the loud kids around us).
For those of you who might not be familiar it is full of ridiculous but brilliant gadgets…250 pages of the type of wacky nick knacks and trinkets I wish I had thought of myself. As I poured over every nifty gadget I thought this one was a clear winner and so, very, um how do you say….American? (sorry guys but it’s true).
Look how happy these dudes are!
Where else in the world can you market a hammock designed to attach to the back of your truck to ‘bring the laid back comfort of a hammock to your tailgate parties”.
Not tacky enough for you?…how about this truck accessory? You will be the coolest person at the trailer park with these babies attached to your window. Better watch out when you are grabbing dinner at the drive thru Arby’s that you don’t take the server’s eyes out….cla-ssay.
At home we use the term ‘make out’ quite a bit (or maybe that is just me)…I am aware it is a double entendre (points for staying awake in English class, or for completely calling it the wrong thing) as I know that ‘make out’ can mean what you do in the back row of a movie theatre when you are 16 years old but we use it more as a status update
How did you make out at the store? Did you find everything you need?
How did she make out at the job interview?
I found out however that they DO NOT use said phrase here. I realised this when I was on the phone with my client. One of his colleagues was meeting with one of my colleagues so I was telling him I would check in with my colleague to see how the meeting went except I actually said :
I will let you know how Paul makes out with Ben…
At which point I heard silence (yes, this happens a lot when I speak to people) and he finally said …”I hope Paul doesn’t make out with Ben’ (not cause they wouldn’t make a cute couple, mainly because they were meant to be having a meeting).
Anyway I have learnt that the equivalent double entendre used in the UK is ‘get on‘. ie
How did you get on at the shop?
Did you get on okay at the dentist?
The issue with this is that every time I hear or said it, I hear Marvin Gaye singing ‘ Let’s get it on’, then I get distracted giggle to myself and completely forget what the person is talking to me about…and again, people I assume I am a complete nutter.
As they say one man’s make out is another man’s get it on…or something like that.
Here’s a new one (to me). Apparently baby teeth over here are also known as milk teeth. I hadn’t heard that one yet but it reminded me of another thing I have learnt about over here which is a tasty treat called milky bar buttons.
Milky bar buttons, unlike milk teeth, are not found on the body (not an English term for belly button) but are little round discs of white chocolate that actually taste quite good (I am normally a dark chocolate snob). So when someone mentioned milk teeth I thought it was a tooth shaped version of milky buttons and might have started to crave said treat. When I heard that they were referring to baby teeth, it made me less hungry.
PS apparently there is a recall on the milk teeth toothpaste pictured above so if you use this you may want to stop, but then again if you use the toothpaste and read this blog, you are either super fricking smart or, thought it was a milk chocolate treat like I did – in both cases you should still stop using it
So the hubby and I enjoy eating and comedy so it was fairly appropriate that our Valentine’s Day included both. The hubby had read about a pizza restaurant in Brixton, fairly near to us, that apparently served the best pizza in London so we had to give it a try. It is called Franco Manca and is known for using organic ingredients and hand made sourdough pizza dough. It is located in the middle of the Brixton market which is a bit of an odd place for a sit down restaurant and is open 6 days a week from 12-5 which makes it hard for us workin’ folks to try it out.
The restaurant, the queue and my finger over the lense...classy
When we got there, there was a pretty good sized queue but we figured it would be worth the wait. The menu is fairly small with 6 pizzas to choose from along with a special of the day and a few extras. We waited about 20 minutes in the queue but got a seat, as we were seated he took our order which made quite a bit of sense as we had had long enough to decide while standing in line. We ordered 2 pizzas and a bottle of their organic red wine for a whopping £6.50 which was surprisingly good.
Pizza’s came within 10 minutes and were fantastic, the crust was thin and bubbly (which I like) and the tomato sauce tasted like fresh crushed tomatoes picked that morning . The whole meal came to £18 which we thought was a great deal (pleasing the hubby with the good value for money) – I have a feeling that is not the last time we will be there.
Dinner was followed by Russell Peters show at the O2 which was great. He was entertaining as usual and put on an amazing array of accents and made fun of a plethora of cultural nuances that is typical of his routine. This time however he left the alone Canadians and picked on just about every other nationality/culture in the world…I did sadly feel a bit left out as I love nothing better than a good old chuckle at my own expense. It does make sense as when he did mention Canada, only 7 people cheered, we were clearly outnumbered so I give it to him for knowing his ‘target audience’ …god I am such a marketing nerd.
Okay that’s all I’ve got….
Must thank my Auntie L for sending me my favourite Valentine treat of cinnamon hearts as I mentioned last year. I meant to take a picture of the big, full bag but I forgot and only remembered when I was 98% of the way through which was about 8 hours after receiving them in the post (okay that is a bit of an exaggeration but I got them on a Thursday but they didn’t last the weekend).
Otherwise we are having a lovely Valentines day, exchanging e-cards with the hubby for credit crunch environmental issues.
Will give more details of our day tomorrow as we are off to see Russell Peters – a fantastic Canadian comedian – perform to a sell out crowd at the O2 dome in London (like the sky dome but not as bit and the roof stays in one place). Unfortunately our seats are pretty crap but I think they are purposefully sticking all the rowdy Canadians at the back 
Love from here…
This one might not be suitable for work…..okay, I warned you
This is the Canadian version of the Sun newspaper’s Page 3 model…we call them Sunshine girls and they appear toward the back of the Canadian Sun newspaper.
Now, check out yesterday’s Page 3 models from the UK Sun (aka Sunshine girls) – please note, smiley faces were added by me, they are not there in real life
Now which country would you consider to be prim and proper tea drinkers and which one guzzles beer whilst watching ice hockey….so much for stodgy Brits.
