Those meddling EU folk – at it again. So says UKIP MEP Paul Nuttall, no doubt an expert on matters involving all things fashion, advertising and Eating Disordered behaviours. Course.
Last week, he spoke about the recent Juvin Report, which outlined recommendations for larger models to be used extensively across advertising campaigns, and with support of [...]
I awoke on the wrong side of the bed this morning, so when I got a call asking me to give a radio interview I wasn’t ecstatic to say the least.
Do I? Don’t I? Will people hate me forever if I do? Will it be suggested I get work experience at Heat Magazine or give up any hope of a career in journalism altogether? Death threats? … Ok, bit extreme, but these are some of the things I ask myself when considering whether or not to have the audacity to blog about Britain’s blingiest karaoke.
Bit of a tedious link here, I do apologise. Everyone is talking about the snow, on the news, radio, web, in shops, Facebook statuses and #uksnow fast became a trending topic on Twitter. There’s no escape – yawn.
It was difficult to shake the images shown in Think!’s pre-Christmas anti drink/drugs driving campaign in the previous few years. Everyone remembers the little girl lying in the road, hearing her bones crack in slow motion; or the teenage boy who’s skull crashed against the windscreen, blood spattering across the screen. Visually powerful, the message was hammered home that drink-driving could not only kill, but ruin others’ lives and consciences – haunting to all involved.
I know. I shouldn’t have been wasting my life in front of crap daytime television, but it’s been a tough cookie of a week, it’s my day off and I wanted to just sink into the sofa and stare gormlessly at the poor youth of today rowing about who’s been shagging who’s sister’s dog.
A year ago I truly believed that I would never again find myself staring in a mirror with mascara dripping down my face after throwing up after a binge. I believed that because I had spent years working on fighting those urges, talking it through with amazing therapists, nurses, consultant and myself – I was able to rationalise and talk myself out of it if and when the urge did occur. After weeks, months of not purging, I genuinely thought I had drawn a line under it. End of.
Twitter has become the go-to place to ask and answer questions, share information, and now even read news before it reaches television, radio or even websites. We’re on the frontline for everything – the information world is our oyster and it’s there at any time, any place, available to pretty much anyone.
It’s so easy, too easy to moan about anything and everything… part of the British disposition and I have to give it to us, we’re damn good at making a fuss.
I get giddier every year. I know it’s early, I know it’s ridiculous that Facebook statuses all over the land are filled with “OMG the Coca Cola advert is on!” and I dread having to stand up to all the Scrooges knowing that the cynic in me agrees with every word they say. But I love it and I love that I love it – anything that makes me happy has to be a good thing.
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