Giving blogging a bad name

Yes I know I haven't written this for a while. Sorry fans. Haha, have just got home after watching Bon Jovi tonight and am a tad tipsified. The gig / concert was amaaazing, and I must praise the Twickenham staff - everyone we spoke to there was extremely helpful and knowledgeable. *Tip* If you can't be arsed to queue for the cash machine, go into the rugby shop and buy a pencil for 50p on your card (or, if you're in a generous / drunk mood like me, an extra-special pink fluffy one for a tad more moolah) and get cashback - sooo much quicker. AND you get a pencil - woooo!

Plinthesise

They've announced the next two commissions that are going to be displayed on Trafalgar Square's Fourth Plinth. Because Trafalgar Square is one of my favourite places in the world, I find the whole Fourth Plinth concept totally fascinating, and I am pleased to report that I am delighted with both of the latest selections. One work will involve a giant replica of Nelson's HMS Victory ship in an equally large bottle, a very fitting idea from the artist Yinka Shonibare given the proximity to Nelson's Column and all that. The second piece is a bit more 'out there'. The sculptor Anthony Gormley (who rocks) wants thousands of members of the public to stand on the plinth for an hour at a time, representing all walks of life. I really love this idea, and can see myself popping out of my office every 60mins just to see who's up there next. Wouldn't want to be the poor bugger stood up there at 4am on a Tuesday morning on a cold, wet November morning though!

Melancholic trombones

Alas, another era is over. First Sally from Home & Away sods off, now Harold Bishop has bade a final farewell to Ramsay Street. Having sobbed like I'd never sobbed before when Madge died, I was preparing myself for a similar state of uninhibited despair today. But having just watched the episode on YouTube I have to say I'm actually quite disappointed. No sepia flashbacks, no emotional reminiscing between jelly-belly and Lou Carpenter (who, incidentally, is from a small village called Titchfield in Hampshire - the actor not the character, obviously) and no out-of-the-blue tragic accident (Dee and Toadie stylee - I'm still convinced she will return as a nun or something). Nope, just a half-hearted attempt at artistic poignancy with Lou and Harold sitting together in silence, trying desperately to convey to the viewer that 'nothing needs to be said'. OH BUT IT DID!! Rant over.

Basic biology

My nan recently had a conversation with my mum about how her life might have panned out if she (nan) had married a different man. My mum responded "well, I wouldn't be here to start with!" To which my lovely nan replied "Of course you would, you'd just have a different dad..."

Needless to say I laughed a lot when I heard this.

It's a holistic pyramid hat!

My unrivalled Google skilled eventually paid off:

http://www.myholistichealthshop.com/hat.html

Apparently it's meant to have holistic benefits. Weird.

Pyramid head

I saw quite possibly the strangest thing ever in Borders this evening. A guy was in there browsing the shelves, just like everyone else, except this bloke had a gold-coloured hollow pyramid thing on his head. Like a hat, but a metal-rimmed prism with nothing in the middle. I cannot for the life of me find anything online that can explain to me what this signifies, and since I am an information addict this is frustrating me greatly! I wasn't the only one who spotted it - he was getting lots of weird looks from fellow shoppers and other than the thing on his head he looked pretty normal. Can anyone shed some light on this for me please?!

I can only presume the guy is a big fan of comics:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyramid_Head#Symbolism

Sweepstake shame

Today was always going to be about the final of 'The Apprentice'. Having been bombarded with Apprentice feature upon Apprentice feature in today's newspapers and getting a phonecall from a friend who had spotted Raef in a cafe near her office - today of all days - the final itself was actually a bit of an anti-climax. Except for the fact that Lee McQueen won. But I feel slightly guilty about this. You see, I set up an office sweepstake back when the show started, and by a complete coincidence I drew Lee from the hat (the hat being the palm of my hand). I feel a bit like a manager of a kids' football team who picks his son to be the striker, despite the fact that his son is rubbish at football. I think the only solution is to spend my copious winnings (well, £30) on a round of drinks for my fellow sweepstakers. What a great problem-solver I am. Maybe I should apply for the next series. Nope.