Showing posts with label Miranda Hart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miranda Hart. Show all posts
01/09/2013
30/08/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E89
But seriously. What do you do with those fuits in your drink which look fancy when served, but when you're done with the drink and they are still there looking delicious... If you've come up with a better solution, please do contact us and tell.
18/08/2013
28/07/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E61
I know, I know. The 16-year-old me would probably be amazed that the ten years older herself is not only allowed to go to concerts, but even earns money only by participating such events and writing about them. (This would probably compensate her for the fact that – much to her disappointment – I am still alive at such an old age.)
But you know it's much less fun when you're there because you are obligated, surrounded by complete strangers and people that either irritate you or are irritated by you. And you know... eventually you hit the age when at 10 p.m. you don't wish to be at a loud and crowded concert but to be at home at your warm and comfy little bed... What you say dear reader, that said age people usually hit in their 70s? Sorry I can't hear you well...
All right, you got me. I'm a helpless antisocial. A real proper spinster. A “musically uncool” person – or something like that I just read that night in that book of Miranda Harts when I got laughed at... In my defence I was reading Salinger just a half hour before.
I know, I know. The 16-year-old me would probably be amazed that the ten years older herself is not only allowed to go to concerts, but even earns money only by participating such events and writing about them. (This would probably compensate her for the fact that – much to her disappointment – I am still alive at such an old age.)
But you know it's much less fun when you're there because you are obligated, surrounded by complete strangers and people that either irritate you or are irritated by you. And you know... eventually you hit the age when at 10 p.m. you don't wish to be at a loud and crowded concert but to be at home at your warm and comfy little bed... What you say dear reader, that said age people usually hit in their 70s? Sorry I can't hear you well...
All right, you got me. I'm a helpless antisocial. A real proper spinster. A “musically uncool” person – or something like that I just read that night in that book of Miranda Harts when I got laughed at... In my defence I was reading Salinger just a half hour before.
27/07/2013
23/06/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E41
You know what they always say: “You are beautiful! You are special! You. Are. Perfect!”... And somehow the weirder you are, the more often you hear this. And of course you try to be a good girl and believe it, because that is how you should think these days... But the thing is, you can't actually force yourself to think that way. Because the brain doesn't work like that. You can write it on your mirror, you can murmur it constantly like a mantra, you can sing songs about it, but really... it doesn't work. Wanna know why? You're gonna hate me for that, but
Because it's not true.
Noone is perfect, let's deal with it. In my opinion the thing everyone should tell themselves sounds more like this:
You're not perfect.
And it's OK.
Well Miranda Hart is the least perfect person in the world – like ever! Just start watching the show, you will find you cannot possibly “out-unperfect” her. Besides it's a great fun to watch on a boring evening when all your friends are with their dates and you're done having serious conversations with your fruit friends or doing karaoke with your hoover boyfriend. Such fun! Such fun such fun such fun such fun such fun...
You know what they always say: “You are beautiful! You are special! You. Are. Perfect!”... And somehow the weirder you are, the more often you hear this. And of course you try to be a good girl and believe it, because that is how you should think these days... But the thing is, you can't actually force yourself to think that way. Because the brain doesn't work like that. You can write it on your mirror, you can murmur it constantly like a mantra, you can sing songs about it, but really... it doesn't work. Wanna know why? You're gonna hate me for that, but
Because it's not true.
Noone is perfect, let's deal with it. In my opinion the thing everyone should tell themselves sounds more like this:
You're not perfect.
And it's OK.
Well Miranda Hart is the least perfect person in the world – like ever! Just start watching the show, you will find you cannot possibly “out-unperfect” her. Besides it's a great fun to watch on a boring evening when all your friends are with their dates and you're done having serious conversations with your fruit friends or doing karaoke with your hoover boyfriend. Such fun! Such fun such fun such fun such fun such fun...
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