In Which I Briefly Acknowledge My Lengthy Absence
Like every other blogger ever, I have failed in my duty to you, my myriad readers, by not posting at all for these six months at least. My bad.
On behalf of MSB, who periodically badgers me about this delinquence on my part, I shall try ever so hard to do better in 2011, I swears it!
Miscellaneous image of Daniel Radcliffe looking all sassy. You're welcome.
Newsy Bits
- Girl Power! (Yeah, that's right. Holla like it's 1994, bitches.) The UK is back in the game, people, making imperialistic strides straight into Kim Jong-il's 'hood. Bend It Like Beckham is the first Western film to show its face on North Korean television, albeit the airing of Gurinder Chadha's crazy-fab soccer flick was more redacted than Valerie Plame's CIA memoirs. Soccer = 1. Weirdo dictator = 0.
- Knighthood News! Did you know that if you sell one of your country's traditional brands and lose your people hundreds of jobs, you can get yourself deemed Sir Galahad? Well, you can! The man who sold Cadbury is now Sir Roger. The plus side of this is that Sandy Powell, who won an Oscar for the sinfully gorgeous costumes for The Young Victoria, also scored an OBE, presumably for Achievements in Awesome.
- A post-Christmas treat! I cannot stop watching this clip of Catherine Tate (as a female Ebenezer Scrooge) and David Tennant (as the Ghost of Christmas Present) in 2009's Nan's Christmas Carol. High-larious.
Bend It Like Beckham's Jonathan Rhys Meyers and Parminder Nagra in hawt interracial lurve. Take that, Kim Jong-il.
Emily Blunt and Rupert Friend lookin' foxy in The Young Victoria. I don't know if I'm more jealz of her outfit or his.
New Year's Eve Advice
The Guardian has some excellent New Year's Eve advice for all you lushes, party animals, lampshades, etc. A few highlights:
- Be sure to drink enough. . . . New Year's Day is usually characterised by bouts of guilt, shame, regret and self-reproach. Frankly, the less you remember about the previous evening, the better.
- It's OK if you don't go anywhere. . . . Instead of dressing up and worrying about your personal safety, you can curl up in front of a log fire (only if you have one; please don't improvise) and while the night away drinking champagne and swearing at people on the television.
- Nothing will improve the chances of your evening being a success as much as eating an actual meal at some point between 5 and 10pm. If this sounds like spoilsport advice from a bad-tempered old man, it is.
This image of Big Ben on New Year's Eve is clearly not Photoshopped at all.
If you have any intention of being conscious, unconscious, or generally alive in one form or another tonight, you should check out the full guide for further gems, giggles, and general good advice. Happy New Year, everyone!
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