My feelings regarding politics revision

This made me giggle in the silent section of the Drill Hall library

nicked off Sands Media Services blog

You can take the girl out of Soho...

... but you can't take Soho out of the girl!

There is no way of explaining how much I frikkin love my job. I'm back at LAB again, at least for a while and dear lord it feels good! Payday Friday after Christmas and I hadn't carried a tray for over two months. My muscles are still aching (you want toned arms? start carrying a tray full of cocktails over your head for eight hours straight - that'll do it, believe me!) and my feet are sore but the worst pain is in my stomach for laughing my bum-bum off all night. I've missed my boys and girls.

The LAB team giving Gill a send-off last summer

Quote of the night (add scottish accent for full effect):
"I watch a lot of strap-on porn"

mwah >.<

You know what they say, The heart never lies

Consume more alcohol than what is considered healthy and reduce the risk of heart problems? Well, at least according to The Independent.

Bartenders all over the world; sing and rejoice
Chavvies; swing thy VKD
Students; raise thy snakebites
I will sip my TOZ Rum in peace

"The results showed that those who drank a little – a glass of wine or a bottle of beer every other day – had a 35 per cent lower risk of a heart attack than those who never drank. Moderate drinkers, consuming up to a couple of glasses of wine a day or a couple of pints of ordinary bitter, had a 54 per cent lower risk.
The surprise was that heavy drinkers consuming up to a bottle of wine or six pints of ordinary bitter had a similar 50 per cent reduction in risk of a heart attack to moderate drinkers. Those drinking at even higher levels were still half as likely to suffer a heart attack as the teetotallers." (The Independent)

giggles and "tihi"s

Boys and girls who have not yet seen the light.

Let me introduce you...

Em Cartoons - there can be only one.

Previously seen in the londonpaper and now in The Sun

How to get wet - women vs. men

It seems I need to embrace the woman in me during my morning rituals...

Chinese media: The Swedish woods hides 25000 homosexual women!

Swedish newspaper Aftonbladet reports that Chinese media are running around in the north of Sweden combing through the woods. Why?

They are looking for Chako Paul City. The city of 25000 lesbians.

According to Chinese media there is a city hidden away in the Swedish woods way up north with a population of 25 000 gay women.
This origins from the story of Chinese student Niu Xiaoyu, studying in Sweden, who in september this year had a bit of domestic trouble and fled to this city of homosexual women. This was where her boyfriend eventually found her - and told the media.
This could certainly raise tourism up north in Santa's woods, however men looking forward to seeing women running around in underwear having pillowfights and making out (because oh yes, that's what we do when boys aren't around) shouldn't bother. Apparently the city is guarded by female police "beats any man who dares to enter half to death". (How did the boyfriend get to her? He dressed up as a woman!)
The most fascinating thing about this lovely but unlikely story is that Chinese media clearly have no idea how minute Sweden actually is and how few as chosen to live in the north. A city of 25 000 would be one of the biggest cities in the northern half of Sweden and clearly impossible to hide. No matter how deep in the woods you went...

Oh yes, it is for real

Voxpops today in P&P. Minor sucess running around in the rain asking people which celebrity they would like to kill. Not very surprising results, over 50% said Katie Price/Jordan. Hilarousity came much later when I heard what happened when the lovely James Averill and Alex Dack asked around Medway Campus.
James: Who would you like to punch most in the world? *sticking recorder in Victim's face*
Victim: George Bush.
James: Which one, Junior or Senior?
Victim: The one that was President.

Intelligence lives and prospers at Medway Campus universities.

There is only one place to graduate

Scanning my computer for the picture in the last post made all the graduation memories come back. The swedish graduation parties are unbelievable - at least in Stockholm and at Rudbecks Gymnasium(yes, still funny). From the beginning of april all the way to graduation in june you party hard. There is at least three a week. I was underaged at that time so I didn't go to as many as I wanted to - but still. Nothing beats it.

From top left and downwards:
Sporty Spice at What did you want to be when you were a kid?, Black and White theme, An Oscars statuette at my own Hollywood themed grad party (which I was thrown out of for being underaged...) Cruella De Vil and toastmaster at Good vs. Bad, Masquerade theme and finally this years only grad party that I attended ROCK BASH.

I went to naked school

The word gymnasium derives from the Greek word gymnazein which means "to exercise naked."
Where did I go to school?

RUDBECKS GYMNASIUM!

btw, this is how we celebrate our graduation day in Sweden. 40 kids in the back of a truck, pumping music and beer, cider and cheap champagne flying everywhere.

Obese? Blame the crossword page!

I love Daily Mail. I don't know how they find all these random researches that they publish like it's the cure for aids. The latest one?
Crosswords and sudoku makes you fat!
Appearently you exercise your brain so much that when you are finished your body is so tired that it cannot do any physical exercise.
Hil-Ar-I-Ous

Good morning little bunnies

You know when you wake up in the morning with your phone droolglued to your cheek, your underwear dangling off the deskchair, a half-empty plate of pasta and ketchup on your nightstand, mascara rubbed in your face, black feet from taking off your high heels on the way home and a growing sensation that you and your stomach wont agree today?

Really? No? Ok then...

Drink more Guinness, it might save your life

Good news for all the freshers at Kent Uni!

This Monday Cedars Sinai hospital (you know the one that Britney went to when she lost the plot and shaved her upstairs rather than her downstairs) published a study where they claim that a victims of dramatic accidents, for example a car crashes, who then suffers from traumatic brain injuries are more likely to survive if they have been drinking at the time when they got injured.

It's friday night people, Let's Party Ard.

Looks like I'm not the typical journo

During my research for my first essay, which I am proud to say I have just finished, I found a pretty little book on GoogleBooks called How to succeed in Newspaper Journalism by David Stevenson (GoogleBooks link). He points out, referring to a poll made by the London College of Communication (at that time The London College of Printing), that the typical journalist is a 38 year old white middle-class male who votes Labour. Well, at least I fit in to one of those - at the moment I am so pale that a painkiller on my thigh would look like a mole.
Half of us wants to get rid of the royals ( Why, why, WHY, when Harry is so pretty?!) and we don't really make a lot of money. No surprises there. We are also clearly a very sensible bunch as 96 % of us are in favour of condom vending machines.

The best part?
According to the poll, 75% of British journalists wants to legalize prostitution.