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My Great British Bake Off Showstopper

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So I finally got around to seeing the final of this year’s Great British Bake-Off. With Paul and Mary anointing the coveted title on the final three’s showstoppers – cakes to represent the past year– it got me thinking. What would my cake be?

Would it be getting a ‘proper’ job? Would it be moving? Would it be turning 30 and supposedly becoming proper adult or something? No, of course it wouldn’t – mine would be an accurate and thoughtful representation of the two months this year I spent with chronic cystitis.

As you see from my detailed and laboured drawing across, the cake would heavily compromise chocolate to represent the mountains of it I stuffed in my face to make myself feel better; the blue and yellow freckles represent the three types of antibiotics which I had to take for the condition (all of which useless) and the dusting of white refers to the copious amounts of Oasis (not the drink but the Canesten Oasis sachets) which I had to down at several intervals throughout the day to take the edge off feeling a dragon had taken up residency inside and woke up intermittently when I needed to wee). The crowning glory on top is a cranberry fountain (please note that although a great deal of cranberry juice was consumed during this time, and to make this an accurate reflection of those eight weeks, the fountain will only emit short and painful bursts).

Eat up Mary and Paul, eat up!


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October 21, 2012 at 8:35 pm

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I’ve been reviewing old photos this evening and have some advice for myself:

  • With make-up, if you have a deathly pallor and teenage skin that is still hanging around well into your thirties, more is always better
  • Also, make time for make-up. You have been better at this in the past two years (hence the Boots points) but even when you are on holiday and tired and hungover and sleep deprived – put on some fucking make-up
  • V-necked tops make you look like you are smuggling an arse on your chest – DON’T WEAR THEM
  • Let’s face it, you are not a Bettie Page-ish sex kitten so getting rid of the scalloped fringe may have been one of your better life choices. You also do not suit a short fringe so stop asking for one in the hairdressers
  • Don’t be tempted by blonde in any shape or form again – it’s not you. Same goes with black and red hair
  • Don’t pose like you are a cheap sex doll – no one wants to see the inside of your mouth and you don’t want people to associate you with being ‘wacky’ or ‘zany’
  • Learn to pose a bit better – not Hollywood red carpet, just not all angular and weird
  • Smile, but don’t smile deranged (see photos of you with Olympians that you won’t upload to Facebook)
  • Open your eyes – half opened Daisy Steiner eyes are NOT a good look. However, don’t try and overcompensate by giving the crazy eyes (see earlier photos)
  • Try not to go 0-Courtney Love after a few drinks – it’s not a good look on you
  • If it’s hot, get the Papier Poudres out – there is a ‘healthy glow’ and unfortunately, as often the case with you, having a bit of a ‘sweaty looking face’
  • Even though you removed everyone from school off your Facebook, suck that gut in. Also, when you go on holiday you tend to get bloated so don’t pack two weeks of tight t-shirts, eh?
  • Eyeliner, red lippie (within reason – throw the slaggy Boots and Rimmel ones away) and mascara are your friends. As are foundation sticks, foundation (applied with a brush), loose powder, highlighting powder, bronzer, subtle cheek colour and good eye shadow. You can pass for ok when you’ve made an effort
  • Don’t even think about touching your eyebrows (see every photo of yourself 1996-2011)

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October 19, 2012 at 10:27 pm

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FILM: The Fempire Is Not Enough

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For the past few years they have been thought to symbolise a new super-elite. The four women writer/directors Diablo Cody, Dana Fox, Lorene Scafaria and Liz Meriwether, with their self-appointed title of the ‘Fempire’ appeared to represent somewhat of a sea change from Hollywood old-guard. But despite their very prominent and vocal existence, a recent report suggests that these women are something of an anomaly in the film making process.

This year’s ‘Celluloid Ceiling’ study – an annual survey of women in film makes for sobering reading. With just 18% of women occupying top jobs in the top 250 grossing films of 2011, the report is a bleak reflection on the industry. And the stats get worse.

Since 1998 the number of female directors has halved, with 2011 seeing just 5% of women leading the helm of the year’s most commercially successful films. The most successful of those was Jennifer Yuh, the director of King Fu Panda 2 – a film which is as gender neutral as they come.

The study also revealed that women accounted for only a disappointing 14% of writers, 18% of executive producers, 25% of producers and 4% of cinematographers.

For an industry which has always seemed to hold up the libertarianism ideals of freedom and equality, the results are wholly disappointing.

When Kathryn Bigelow’s won the much revered Best Director Oscar in 2009, it seemed to imply that women could, and finally had made a sizable impression in the film making process. But just under three years later, the figures seem to suggest that this simply has not happened. Bigelow’s win seemed like a grand victory when she became the first female to win the award and only the fourth woman nominated in the category in its then 82-year history, but now it seems that a distant memory, a blip, a glitch on the charts that has been largely forgotten.

But these damming statistics regarding women behind the camera are not the most alarming we have seen of late; last year researchers at the University of Southern California’s Annenberg School for Communication & Journalism found that in the top 100 films of 2009 32.8% of 4,342 speaking characters were female and 67.2% were male. This number was identical to 2008’s output. So not only are women poorly represented in the integral roles of the Hollywood machine, they are poorly represented on-screen to cinema going audiences, of which are equally represented 50/50 by men and women.

So what is wrong with the Hollywood system and why are women so poorly represented in all areas? Is it a matter of Hollywood still being predominantly an ‘old boys club’? The fact that the women of the ‘Fempire’ have formed and been so vocal about their alliance perhaps goes some way to reflect that there is a very real divide.

In February 9, the Athena Film Festival in New York will award the ‘Fempire’ a plaudit for their work as women in film. Is it well deserved? Yes. Is it enough? Certainly no.

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February 3, 2012 at 11:00 am

A Good Week…in music and film

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Last week (January 9-15) turned out to be pretty bloody amazing if you like post hardcore reunions, the eccentric films of Wes Anderson and rumours of your favourite band playing your favourite indoor, Butlins-based festival.

Here are a yet more reasons why 2012 is going to be so special.

‘Shut Up and Play The Hits’

With the trailer looking heartbreakingly wonderful, this documentary from the directors of Blur’s ‘No Distance Left To Run’ follows James Murphy in the 48 hours before and after the band’s last gig. Sure to be emotional, it’s bound to be a highlight of the forthcoming Sundance Film Festival.


Wes Anderson’s ‘Moonrise Kingdom’

The ‘King of Quirk’ has returned! Seemingly heavily laden with Rushmore-style, if the trailer is anything to go by, this could be pretty special.


At The Drive-In

What? Why is everyone on Twitter retweeting a message from At The Drive-In? What? They have reformed? Cue much squealing from me all of Monday night and contemplating whether I should re-stitch my ATD-I patch back on some jeans.



On Tuesday morning: why is everyone talking about Refused? Oh, wait a minute! The squealing then continues…


The National at ATP?

With the rumour mill on overdrive over who will have the honour of the curator of the ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’ bestowed upon them this year, it appears that it could be my favourite band of the last five years, The National. Although maybe not traditional ‘Nightmare’ material, the band wowed crowds when they appeared at the Explosions In The Sky curated event back in 2008 and will undoubtedly do so again.



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January 16, 2012 at 11:58 am

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Predictions for 2012: TV

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Like some kind of bloody Mystic Meg, here are my TV predictions for 2012. Please don’t burn me as a witch when they all come true

In the US –

After recycling plotlines and yet more changes in the writing staff, NBC will cancel The Office.

NBC will also consider cancelling 30 Rock and Parks and Recreation, but common sense will eventually prevail for the 2012-13, at least.

Everyone will fall in love with The New Girl because if the first nine episodes are anything to go by, it will continue to be brilliant.


The second series of American Horror Story won’t be as good, so half way through the season they will use the True Blood technique of just making it ultra, ultra-sexy in lieu of any plot.

Alcatraz will be the new The Event (that being everyone will give up on it after four episodes).


There will be yet more supernatural-based dramas for teens – maybe with sexy wizards, warlocks or elves.

A Kardashian channel will be launched – the test card being a picture of Kim’s arse.

There will be a ‘new Friends’ which won’t be a ‘new Friends’.

HBO will make more high quality period dramas, which won’t keep your attention for more than an episode.

Ty Burrell will continue to steal every scene of Modern Family.


In the UK –

Nothing on UK TV will be as unintentionally funny as the first 10 minutes of last year’s Appropriate Adult.

Series two of Friday Night Dinner will be phenomenal.


The new series of Absolutely Fabulous will be embarrassingly bad.

Charlie Brooker/Daniel Maier’s ‘A Touch Of Cloth’ could go either way.

Anna Friel will be brought in to any drama which needs a teary, but beautiful, woman.

After his divorce is finalised, Russell Brand will return to do a ‘proper TV drama’, shown on E4.

Every TV channel will have a ‘Downtown Abbey’.

No one will openly admit to disliking Sherlock, as it might make them look stupid.

Mrs Brown’s Boys will continue to be huge (but not even the greatest of minds will ever know why).

BBC Three will continue to show humourless shit masquerading as comedy.

After Russell Tovey and Aidan Turner have announced they won’t be back, Being Human will be cancelled after a short season four.


There will be more ‘issue-based’ drama on every channel, which will undoubtedly be rubbish.

Big Brother and Celebrity Big Brother will knock millions off the Nation’s collective IQ points.

Everyone from The Only Way is Essex will grow ‘too big’ for the show and will have their own spin-off series on Channel 5, DVDs of which will be available from Poundland in early 2013.

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January 3, 2012 at 9:41 pm

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Films of 2011

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The pink-neon title sequence; the brooding, skull-kicking lead wearing a white satin jacket; the heavily 80s influenced music – so much of Drive shouldn’t work, but it’s  hands-down the film of the year. With the moody night-time glow of the LA cityscape and slow-burning shots of a contemplative Driver all punctured by jump-out-your-seat moments of ultra-violence, it’s a thrilling watch.


Julia’s Eyes

After her stunning turn as a grieving mother in The Orphanage, Belen Rueda puts in another solid performance in this Spanish thriller. As she battles failing vision and her world slowly disintegrating around her, she must uncover the truth behind her sister’s apparent suicide. Nicely paced, with a couple of clever twists (although the main one is quite obvious), it shows that yet again the Spanish are masters at the horror/thriller genre.


The Girl Who Kicked The Hornets Nest

Although the pace of Hornet’s Nest may be slower than the other two films, it is no less bold and brilliant. As charges against Salander are dropped after a taut court case, her exacting of revenge on her half-brother in a frantic cat-and-mouse game provides a very satisfying conclusion to the Millennium trilogy.



Despite being touted as the ‘The Female Hangover’, Bridesmaids proved to be more than just one hilarious diarrhoea joke.

Another Earth

Was it a dream? Was there ever ‘Another Earth’? When did ‘Earth II’ become a mirror of Earth? What does the final scene mean? The gloriously haunting Another Earth throws up a multitude of questions (each frustrating) but it is this type of investment that you give to the film, trying to decipher meaning long after the credits have rolled, which proves it to be a very worthy watch.


127 Hours

When you consider that a large part of the film involved James Franco essentially immobile in a cave, Danny Boyle pulled off nothing short of a bloody miracle making 127 Hours such a thrilling, if not sometimes a little uncomfortable, watch. The use of Sigur Ros’ ‘Festival’ as Ralston makes his escape is cinematic magic.


Animal Kingdom

Jacki Weaver puts in a tour de force as Janine Cody, the seemingly benign (if you forget about her mouth kissing her adult sons) but later chilling matriarch behind an Australian crime family.


Blue Valentine

Raw, unflinching and brilliantly played by leads Michelle Williams and Ryan Gosling, Blue Valentine is the rarity in cinema. Cleverly stitching lines between those first pangs of infatuation to the drudgery of a decaying and one-sided relationship later down the line, the film is a difficult but original watch.


Black Swan

Inception handed their ‘2010 What The Fuck Is Happening Award’ to Black Swan this year. Portman’s frail ballerina, stunted by her over-bearing mother and crippled by paranoia and Kunis’ overtly sexual, mega-minx are both deliciously brilliant in Aronofsky’s acclaimed psychological thriller.



With Richard Ayoade’s directorial style sitting somewhere between Hal Ashby and Wes Anderson, Submarine is both quirky and expertly presented. More importantly, it goes some way to show that the UK film industry could be more than just ball-achingly terrible Richard Curtis films or maudlin domestic dramas.


True Grit

Of course Jeff Bridges’ Rooster Cogburn is largely unintelligible with his heavy cowboy drawl, but the Cohen’s homage to the original is a thoughtfully paced and beautifully shot. And Hailee Steinfeld’s voiceover fits the film perfectly.


Still to see which could make the 2011 shortlist –


The Artist


Day In A Life


The Guard

Never Let Me Go

The Ides of March

Martha Marcy May Marlene

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January 3, 2012 at 3:44 pm

On Repeat: PJ Harvey – Good Fortune

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Nearly 12 years on from the release of PJ Harvey’s  fifth album ‘Stories From The City, Stories From The Sea’, I am still very much in love with every last tiny nuance of that album, but Good Fortune is the song that I go back to each time.  It is one of my ultimate pick-me-up songs that I love to play loud and sing along (by that I mean honking in and out of time with the music) to with the wildest of abandon.

A great accompaniment to the optimism a new year brings.

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January 3, 2012 at 1:48 pm