Shiney Love

For those of you who weren't aroun dEaster weekend, who haven't seen and probably won't see it for a while...The Ring:

It's shiney love, mmmmmm!

Proposal

Inch Strand, Co. Kerry, Ireland. Sunday 27th March 2005. He said:

I said YES!

Hair Today

You see, I never learn, do I? The hair has changed again.

Last week, I decided it was time I got a hair-cut. I hadn't found a hairdresser in the UK, and I do feel it's important to spend time finding the hairdresser that's right for you. The last time I got a haircut (August 2004), I did so in Cork on the recommendation of Jamie's Ma.

Anyway, in spending all this quality time finding the right hairdresser, in the end I went for the cheapest. I got a haircut on Saturday for £12.00. The next cheapest was going to be £30, so I got me a bargain there. And as you can see from the photo I didn't get scalped. This is pretty much the haircut I asked for - I wanted the layers at the front to be shaped around my face and this doesn't seem to have happen. But if I am going to insist on getting a cheap haircut, I really can't complain about such a minor point.

On Sunday though I dyed my hair. Many of you may have heard me in recent months swearing that I would never change hair colour again... "chemicals in the products..", "...ultimately bad for you", ... "grow old gracefully", etc. And after the last fiasco where I ended up looking like a traffic light, you'd think I'd have learned. And strangely I again went for a dramatic colour. I stood there in Boots going through the various shades of brown (I really was lanning on being undramatic). And I settle don one with a hint of copper - all mature and sensible. J then pointed to a sign that declared the particular hair care product I was holding was on a 2 for £7 offer. And I randomly picked up something that looked "interesting"!!.

Everyone has said it was nice, but there were a few surprised looks. It can best be described as purple and I quote one of the girls at work telling here boyfriend over the phone: Hilary's cut her hair really short and dyed it purple.

The box said Burgundy/Blackcurrant - the last time I had my hair this colour was when I was in first year in Uni; ten years ago!!! But I'm over the initial shock and I like it. Garnier Nutrisse Burgundy.

Understanding Personal Space

Jamie and myself went to the cinema last night. We saw The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, the Wes Anderson film. I didn't enjoy The Royal Tenenbaums and so didn't have high hopes for this film. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised.

But to review the film is not the point of the blog. The point is to rant (cos I'm really good at that) about other people's lack of consideration for their neighbours when in a fairly enclosed space.

Basically, right, some stinky f%*ker was sitting very near us - it was either the guy beind us, or the one on our row. After discussion on this with Jamie we deduced it was the guy behind us. So, if you were at The Harbour Lights cinema last night, watching The Life Aquatic, sitting behind a girl with short purple hair, this is about you, smelly!!!

About 20 minutes into the movie, I noticed a disturbing spell. Now, before any of you start, I know the smell wasn't eminating from me, and I'm woman enough to own up to these things. I looked at Jamie with watery eyes and mouthed, "was that you?" To which he shook his head. It was foul, and it lingered, as would be typical in a room full of people with no fresh air getting in... Thankfully it passed, and it would be nice if I could tell you that was the end of the story.

No, this person must have come into the film floating because after this woeful fart he proceeded to burp - lots. Not noisy ones though... I never actually heard him burp but every few minutes this scent of death came over the air. Seriously, this guy ate something rancid and it kept repeating on him all night - to the detriment of those sitting around him.

Surely there are rules on cinema etiquette, that say when in an enlosed space, with an essentially captive audience you do not disturb everyone's viewing by adding what is termed in UGC cinemas as:

your own special effects.

If you know who you are, I hope you have now learned a lesson. Farting and stinky burps are funny at home but not where the victims are just innocent bystanders who wanted to see a movie.

Think! Before you Stink!!!