Saying that though, obviously I watched the rest of the programme (after recovering from the horrific butchery images)..and I shall most likely tune in for the final tonight! Oh and I still want Christine Hamillton to win, but thats beside the point..
Friday, 20 August 2010
Masterchef moral dilemma
As a Vegetarian it has crossed my mind on numerous occasions that maybe I shouldn't enjoy watching cookery programmes. But I can't help it..I absolutely LOVE them..particularly Masterchef..I am somewhat obsessed. Just because I choose not to eat meat doesn't mean I can't enjoy watching minor celebrities (as it is Celebrity Masterchef at the moment) playing with the animals remains. That was my belief until last night anyway, when I witnessed Christine Hamilton savagely hack away at a pigs head with what can only be described as some sort of machete during the Masterchef Finals. This scene did make me feel pretty ill, which on a positive note reminded me that my veggie beliefs are still very much in tact, so yay for that..however it did make me rethink my obsession with cooking based programmes..Thanks Hamilton for destroying one of my only enjoyments in life..
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
If my summer was a movie, I would not pay to watch it
Summer holidays are supposed to be the most thrilling months of your youth, embarking on wild adventures and having steamy summer romances. Now I've watched enough American teen movies to realise that my life is in no way similar to these american ideals. Rather than setting off on spontaneous road trips singing along to Sheryl crow, I seem to be spending my days watching the best of what Britain has to offer in the realm of day time television, and slowly eating my bodyweight in chocolate.
As a student I spend the majority of my year in this manner, so in reality it shouldn't be too much of a culture shock. But at least at Uni I have a slight purpose with the odd lecture to plan my life around, having 3 months with no schedule is utterly depressing. Yet it wasn't untill I realised that washing my hair become something to centre my day around, that I realised that something had gone seriously wrong.
This year my summer was meant to be amazing, I had it all set up; tickets for Glastonbury and then a month travelling round Europe with an Interrail pass. I was all geared up for one of these memorable summers, I was ready and waiting to blast out the Sheryl Crow.. It started well, I went to Glastonbury and had possibly the most glorious week of my life, chilling out with a can of beer in a field with some mates listening to brilliant music is my idea of heaven, so having 5 days of it nearly caused me to have a mental breakdown as I thought nothing else can ever be as good as this. And sadly I was right, as the day I got back from Glasto my Interrail trip fell through and I was left in a state of 'what the fuck do I do now.' And the answer was nothing, I do nothing now, except sit in my house, watch TV, eat pringles, possibly doritos, and just wait out the summer.. It took me a good few weeks to get over the fact I was stuck in Hounslow rather than Paris and Rome, but with a little help from Jeremy Kyle and the realisation that no matter what I did with my life, it would never be as bad as the people who appear on that show, I put the pringles down and carried on with life!
Thanks to my friends I have had some brilliant nights this summer, and thanks to my lovely mother I did get the chance to go to Rome (which I'll talk about in another post, as this one is quickly turning into a novel) However, as depressing as it sounds, this summer has taught me not to expect too much, and I shall go back to Uni having learnt this lovely lesson.
Next summer WILL be amazing though, I am determined! (Denial is a wonderful thing)
(Prediction for this time next year- I shall be in the exact same boat as this year, but a tad more depressed as I will no longer be a student...and prob quite a bit fatter)
As a student I spend the majority of my year in this manner, so in reality it shouldn't be too much of a culture shock. But at least at Uni I have a slight purpose with the odd lecture to plan my life around, having 3 months with no schedule is utterly depressing. Yet it wasn't untill I realised that washing my hair become something to centre my day around, that I realised that something had gone seriously wrong.
This year my summer was meant to be amazing, I had it all set up; tickets for Glastonbury and then a month travelling round Europe with an Interrail pass. I was all geared up for one of these memorable summers, I was ready and waiting to blast out the Sheryl Crow.. It started well, I went to Glastonbury and had possibly the most glorious week of my life, chilling out with a can of beer in a field with some mates listening to brilliant music is my idea of heaven, so having 5 days of it nearly caused me to have a mental breakdown as I thought nothing else can ever be as good as this. And sadly I was right, as the day I got back from Glasto my Interrail trip fell through and I was left in a state of 'what the fuck do I do now.' And the answer was nothing, I do nothing now, except sit in my house, watch TV, eat pringles, possibly doritos, and just wait out the summer.. It took me a good few weeks to get over the fact I was stuck in Hounslow rather than Paris and Rome, but with a little help from Jeremy Kyle and the realisation that no matter what I did with my life, it would never be as bad as the people who appear on that show, I put the pringles down and carried on with life!
Thanks to my friends I have had some brilliant nights this summer, and thanks to my lovely mother I did get the chance to go to Rome (which I'll talk about in another post, as this one is quickly turning into a novel) However, as depressing as it sounds, this summer has taught me not to expect too much, and I shall go back to Uni having learnt this lovely lesson.
Next summer WILL be amazing though, I am determined! (Denial is a wonderful thing)
(Prediction for this time next year- I shall be in the exact same boat as this year, but a tad more depressed as I will no longer be a student...and prob quite a bit fatter)
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