No matter how many times I hear it, it still kicks me in the gut. This is my Queen at the top of her game.
Paul McCartney - Sunday Times Culture - 29/01/12
I can’t blog why can’t I bloody blog
Ok, so I thought I’d be a smartarse and blog something. I hits the plus button smugly, typed a title and tried to create a post. “We want a bloody URL” it said. “What cocking URL?” I said. That sealed the deal. Was more than enough confusion for me so told it to piss off, shut it down and went for the (hopefully) idiot-proof route with the text button. And here I am. (Yes I could scan through the help section with furrowed brows but on a dreary caffeine-starved Sunday morning at stupid o’clock it’s just not going to happen). So that’s my excitement of breaking my blogging virginity well and truly screwed. (Non-metaphorically speaking). Huzzah.
Now this is stunning….
The array of printed textures of diamonds, jewels and sequin in this spring women’s Lanvin clothing and bags is brilliant!
I’ve really got to start writing or blogging or something
I will. At some point. And it will be some boring, pointless drivel probably banging on about music, moaning about stuff that in grand scheme of things, really isn’t that important and no-one will read it anyway. But I’ll still write it. Just not now.
When you look in the mirror….what do you really see?
(Source: drinkingmercury)
Chris Jordan, Running the Numbers
“…2.4 million plastic bottles, equal to the estimated number of pounds of plastic pollution that enter the world’s oceans every hour.
All of the plastic used to compose this work was collected from the Pacific Ocean.”
(via jacr13)
