Now with Super Ultra Extra Rubbish
The last day of school for DD, and it's a good job too as that school jumper is going straight in the bin at the end of today. In solidarity with one of the most 'fashionable' practices at school, she has chewed the ends of the cuffs and left them looking like they are better suited to the wardrobe department of Oliver! I have sewn them up twice this year, but she's continued to do it and the result is quite frankly, horrific.
Will someone please explain to me what this insistance on looking like something that came out of Dickensian Workhouse is all about?
Of course the end of school means that Fusion is now only 10 days away. GULP! It will all be ready to go by Monday 27th, but quite how we get there from here remains to be seen. There's still loads to do.
Naturally, being dreadfully busy meant that my overwhelming urge for yesterday was to read the next Stargirl book. I have a degree in procrastination - it serves me well. It was nothing like I expected it to be and left me feeling deeply irritated that what I wanted to happen didn't happen (do authors ever do that?). There were the inklings of something, but the second porcupine tie incident from book one and the folded piece of paper end to book two didn't transpire into what Stargirl calls the 'sweet collision of destinies'. This couple should not hook back up on something so prosaic as Facebook. But HOW and WHEN do they meet again...? Is Mr Spinelli going to tell us? Does he write for adults? Argh! I hate loose ends!
Stargirl loves Leo, she wrote it on a banner and pinned it to the noticeboard. Come on Mr S... give her her happy ending!!
Ah... there I go again, getting wrapped up in books.
This morning I happened to catch sight of a new bottle of men's shower gel in the bathroom. The department for Utter Rubbish have been at it again. Lynx Shock shower gel, with the subtitle 'Glacier Water and Deep Sea Enriched Mint'. Pardon?
If you've been kicking about for a while on here, you will no doubt have picked up on my loud guffaws over anything coming from a glacier being used to give the impression that it's crystal clear. Glaciers are the scouring pads of the natural world. Dead sheep, dead people, stones, rocks, old crisp packets, you name it, they carry it along and dump it somewhere else. So Lynx have put actual glacier water in their shower gel have they? I can't see it listed in the ingredients on the back, it just says aqua. Could be aqua from anywhere. And deep sea enriched mint? Huh? What's that when it's at home? What's wrong with the stuff that grows on the surface on the planet? I'm no plant expert but I have made a cursory study of deep sea environments in my time as an Earth Sciences student, and mint wasn't on the list of things that you find in the deep ocean.
What's wrong with just saying that the shower gel just has a mint fragrance? I suppose in this day and age your product can't be called any old thing. You have to be Extra, Ultra, New and Improved, Ultimate even. You can't just be anything regular, you have to have a snazzy prefix to make people notice you. After all, why bother with regular mint toothpaste when you can have blow your brains out with the strength of it mint toothpaste.
Rant over with.
Time to drag sleeping beauty out of bed, dress her in her Dickensian rags and kick her out the door for the last day of school.