Snow, Murder and Sparkles
I've survived the great snowiness of 2010! Go me. Seriously, the way people were going on about it you'd think the snow was literally attacking them. Try venturing out at half five in the morning in sub zero temperatures to find your manager is 45 mins late leaving you in the cold. Yeah it wasn't that bad. The only problem I had was that the ice made me walk like a drag queen in broken heels. I read an article in which some parliament man condemned people for having no common sense and becoming too reliant on local councils. He went on to say how this was a country that survived Hitler and people should be out salting their own paths instead of waiting for someone else to do it. Okay his analogy was a bit out there but the sentiment was there. We are meant to be a nation that "carries on", but most people just seemed to be complaining. Where is your Britishness!? That being said, I did spend the weekend pretty much holed in, because I didn't want to be walking from bar to bar in the cold.
We're 11 days into the new year and I'm about halfway through my third Agatha Christie. I think I can see an addiction developing here. It started out with Miss. Marple. I mean that bitch is fierce so I thought I'd check her out. But that wasn't enough, soon a Poirot caught my eye and it has just kind of snowballed. Maybe I could make it my aim for 2010. Read every book Agatha Christie wrote for the least amount of money. Or knowing me, I'll get bored in a month or so. But in the meantime, I've been spending my evenings, curled up in upper class society.
Oh, did anyone catch the Big Gay Battle that happened last week? Basically it was Neil Patrick Harris (Dr. Horrible) versus John Barrowman (Captain. Jack) for the Gay of the Decade. There were other candidates but apparently people like Sir Ian McKellen just aren't gay enough. The whole thing rolled over onto Twitter, with celebs getting involved and taking sides. I feel that I've betrayed my Britishness and Torchwood by voting for Neil Patrick Harris but I like my Gay of the Decade to be able to rock a suit. Barrowman just didn't cut it. End of story. NPH wins and there is much innuendo about being on top of Barrowman.
We're 11 days into the new year and I'm about halfway through my third Agatha Christie. I think I can see an addiction developing here. It started out with Miss. Marple. I mean that bitch is fierce so I thought I'd check her out. But that wasn't enough, soon a Poirot caught my eye and it has just kind of snowballed. Maybe I could make it my aim for 2010. Read every book Agatha Christie wrote for the least amount of money. Or knowing me, I'll get bored in a month or so. But in the meantime, I've been spending my evenings, curled up in upper class society.
Oh, did anyone catch the Big Gay Battle that happened last week? Basically it was Neil Patrick Harris (Dr. Horrible) versus John Barrowman (Captain. Jack) for the Gay of the Decade. There were other candidates but apparently people like Sir Ian McKellen just aren't gay enough. The whole thing rolled over onto Twitter, with celebs getting involved and taking sides. I feel that I've betrayed my Britishness and Torchwood by voting for Neil Patrick Harris but I like my Gay of the Decade to be able to rock a suit. Barrowman just didn't cut it. End of story. NPH wins and there is much innuendo about being on top of Barrowman.