Friday, 27 August 2010

Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world....she took the midnight train going anywhere

G'day. What the hell's going on with this rain. It's bloody evil and I want it GONE! GONE I tells ya. Well, that was the weather report, now down to business.

So....I joined Twitter. Mistake? I think so. NO ONE is following me. How can I make it so? At present I've only written one tweet thing. It's really boring. There's no point in doing continual status updates if no-one can even see them. If I get 50 followers in the next week then I'll start spouting out some gumpf but not before. My thing is it's possible I'm opening myself up to some ONLINE bullying (I read the news) but I'll give it a go.

It's my last day today at MTV and then I move into Comedy Central! WOOOOH... How exciting. I have lots to do but thought I'd sneak in a bloggy as its been a couple of weeks. If you like this blog please forward onto any mates you think might like the ramblings of me - I'd love to get my numbers back up to what they were. Boo hoo... Poor me. Shut up Leanne - think yourself lucky, I could be a cat in a bin.

Yeah what was that about? The woman who put the cat in the bin. That was so random and I'm inclined to think it was indeed a moment of madness. Like do you ever get it where you're in a meeting or on a deathly quiet train and you think, what would happen if I just randomly shouted the word cunt. What would everyone do? And then I think to myself "Oh God Leanne please don't say Cunt, please don't say Cunt" And normally I don't. But I reckon this could be the same thing. She was probably thinking "What would happen if I put this cat in the bin? What would happen? Please don't put the cat in the bin" In it goes "Ooops". That's all I can think. Otherwise she is stark raving bonkers - she'll probably have to move home to avoid the threateners.

I went to SPIN class the other day for the first time ever. It was absolutely revolting. I was nearly sick and everything. I've never sweated so much in my life (and I'm well sweaty) and when I looked in the mirror after the class even my eyes were red. Thought my head was gonna explode. During the class the lights are switched off and there are disco lights pulsating and ultra violet light. I was wearing black and had a white sweat towel and all of the fluff from the towel got on my face and I looked like Santa in the ultra violet light. I've got to go back though. Not for a week though cos my bum is raw and bruised from the razor blade saddle.

SO two TV highlights that need to be mentioned are of course Ultimate Big Brother and X Factor. I have been watching both as I have no life and secretly love them. Firstly Big Brother. Well, poor Josie. Why oh why has she gone back into that house with all those mentalists. Why could she not just wait for the next couple of years to roll by so she's gradually fucked up by her desperate yearning to remain in the public eye naturally. Why fast track it? With every single minute a house mate leaves Big Brother so their popularity and famous-ness ebbs away until they are left clinging to a sofa in China Whites screaming "Do you know who I am!?" No love, nobody does.

I could watch Nicki Graham all day. There's something about that face that I can't take my eyes off. I don't thinkshe's got a bottom set of teeth. Her face seems to gurn into itself and then her head goes into her body and her neck disappears. Like a concertina. And that voice. Love it. Very amusing indeed. Feel a bit sorry for Chantelle as she blatantly loves Preston. Dunno why as he's got the body of a toddler.

Anyway - so X factor. Not much to say about that except I can't believe Konnie Huq is presenting the Xtra show. God, bring back Holly is what I say (and that's saying something). Maybe Holly's too busy with This Morning giving out all her worldly advice to real life guests at the grand old age of around 28....

Anyway - it's bank hols this weekend, the last one of the year. Soon it will be Christmas. How depressing. And on that note, I'll leave it there. Have an excellent weekend! YEAH!!


Friday, 13 August 2010

So jump in the river and learn to swim...

Life's pretty cool at the moment.
The wedding venue has been confirmed. I KNOW. I must admit that when the lady was showing around myself, the boy and Ma and Pa, I started to feel a bit anxious. Especially when “Vikki” kept saying “the Bride will walk down the red carpet”and “bride enters this way.” And she kept gesturing to me. ME. I’m going to be a BRIDE. Bloody 'ell Barbara, I’m too young. No I’m not – I’m too old.

We got the contract through the other day and it said “Information about the Diggins and Snow wedding.” (thats his surname – Snow, or as I like to say Snow Puppy, he loves it). Any hoo its happening, its booked and now we have to save like mad.

I bought a bride magazine the other day and it was WELL BORING. It was just like Marie Claire - the WORST magazine in the world. It offered me hardly any guidance and in general made me cringe. Also really weird ideas for decorations for the tables. Spray a pear white. OK. Yeah cos that's gonna happen.

Now anyone who knows me, knows full well that I don’t care about all that decoration stuff (cos I can't do it). In fact an exert from one of my emails to my chief bridesmaid had on the list mainly “unsures” and on the fourth point down:

· ......Invitations –
· Reception Decorations – Not sure
· Table decorations – Not sure
· Little bits and bobs like bubbles and all that crap

So you see – it’s really not my area and I didn’t even realise I’d written that until she replied “Haha I like this… “Little bits and bobs like bubbles and all that crap” Anyway – I’m still excited, just not about decorations. And all that FAVOURS stuff. Why are they called favours? Here’s a favour. It’s sweets. Eh?

Right what else? The other day I saw a poster for the new Karate Kid film starring Will Smith’s son Jaden Smith. And I’m not being funny but he looks about 8 yrs old and has spindly baby arms. How can anyone take him seriously? At least that one from the 80’s had muscles, it’s just his balls hadn’t dropped. He was about 28 wasn’t he? The actor who plays the “kid” what was his name? Can't be arsed to even google it. I used to WELL fancy him. And of course it was Elizabeth Shue who was his love interest. Where’s Ms Shue now then eh? Ha that’ll teach you to take too many leading 80’s ladies roles. Greedy.

We got to the end of the Soprano's box set the other day. I'd seen a few of the episodes when it was on telly but we decided to marathon it from start to finish. It took about 3 months with an episode a night usually. Oh my god. The final episode! ITS A-MAZING. You must watch it. (And then google what the ending means - all the symbols and signs.) Very clever indeed.

Now we've started on the Wire box set. We've watched one so far but I miss Tony Soprano and Paulie. I'll get into it soon enough. What's better The Wire? or The Sopranos?

I suppose I can say now.....I've had some good news. I've got a new permanent job working at Comedy Central as of the end of this month. WOOOOOOH!!! I'll miss the department I'm in at MTV of course - everyone's very cool but this is a great opportunity so I'm grabbing it with both hands. Happy days.

Anyway I hope you're all very well indeed.

Till next time.