I've just been reading that the BBC are looking at cutting stations, halving websites and cancelling bloody decent programmes, and for what...to cut costs!
Well I have one thing which could cut costs for the BBC, get rid of Last of the bloody Summer Wine, PLEASE! Can we not give these pensioners a break and let them retire gracefully without having to regurgitate the same storylines week in week out, where one, two or all of them go skidding down a hill on a tea tray, in a bath or get stuck in a curious hole somewhere!
We rely on the BBC to bring groundbreaking music, drama, entertainment and news to our little talking boxes 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and we as licence payers appreciate this...well I do.
So what are we going to get in place of these axed channels, shows etc etc., who knows.
BBC6 music, which is rumoured to be under the coche is a fantastic place for new music to be showcased, and BBC Asian network brings asian programmes, music and information to a wider audience that would not ordinarily get a chance to have access to this sort of service, so why get rid of them?
In the current economic climate when many people haven't so much as a pot to piss in right now, they turn to their telly and radio for entertainment. It's like whipping the carpet from under them!
Anyway, Dolly's had her rant and clambered down off her soap box in her 4" heels waiving her handbag. I just hope they don't axe Holby City otherwise I will have something to rant about!!
Till next time....x
Friday, 26 February 2010
Thursday, 25 February 2010
I'm a celeb daaaarling....
I'm all for a bit of celeb culture, I love my Hello's, OK's, Grazia's, Heat's and general tittle tattle of celeb daily goings on as much as the next person....don't deny you don't read it, we all do! Sometimes there's nothing more satisfying than seeing some minor Z list celeb falling out of whatever club it is and flashing her scanties to the worlds waiting baited press paps. I like to think there's always someone worse off than myself.
But, don't you think sometimes when these folk fall from their pedestal because they can't keep their pants on, stop their mouths from flapping when they've had a few to many Babychams or punch the living daylights out of some poor unsuspecting soul that really they're no better than us mere mortals?
Take for example the recent shenanigans with John Terry. He's on the cover of a recent Hello saying their marriage is 'as solid as a rock', why do we need to know this, surely appearing in Hello is akin to concreting over the cracks with little more than flour and water paste. If my next door neighbours did the same would they be on the front of the local weekly rag declaring their love dressed in primarni instead of armani, I doubt it.
In saying that though, it does make for a good read knowing that it's not just us everyday folk which are completely hopeless.
I am however sick and tired of reading about Katie Price's latest goings on, jeez, she's in OK everytime she pays the gas bill, enough already please!!
Till next time...x
But, don't you think sometimes when these folk fall from their pedestal because they can't keep their pants on, stop their mouths from flapping when they've had a few to many Babychams or punch the living daylights out of some poor unsuspecting soul that really they're no better than us mere mortals?
Take for example the recent shenanigans with John Terry. He's on the cover of a recent Hello saying their marriage is 'as solid as a rock', why do we need to know this, surely appearing in Hello is akin to concreting over the cracks with little more than flour and water paste. If my next door neighbours did the same would they be on the front of the local weekly rag declaring their love dressed in primarni instead of armani, I doubt it.
In saying that though, it does make for a good read knowing that it's not just us everyday folk which are completely hopeless.
I am however sick and tired of reading about Katie Price's latest goings on, jeez, she's in OK everytime she pays the gas bill, enough already please!!
Till next time...x
Friday, 19 February 2010
Baaad timing......
If ever there was a bad time to give something up, it has to be now.
Lent started on Wednesday and as is usually customary in Dolly Peg towers I have vowed to give up chocolate...and being a chocolate addict (I once said I wished my salary came as Galaxy Minstrels instead of cash and constantly asked for a chocolate fountain in my office, did I get one...nope!), giving up this mighty fine soul food is, well, to be honest killing me.
I always turn to chocolate when I'm stressed - which must be about 95% of the time judging by the size of my arse - and normally i'm fine, but today I could quite happily murder someone for a kit kat or a double decker, hell I might even mug a toddler for their chocolate buttons I am that desperate!!
The reason why I give up this super sexy food is not for any religious, moral or higher spiritual reasons, but only so I can prove to myself I have some willpower, simply because I normally have all the willpower of Tiger Woods in a brothel!
So I have decided to go for the substitution tactic to help curb my craving.....alcohol. Yup, good old fashioned pinot grigio or a nice little (oh ok, large!) voddy I think will do the trick nicely.
I'm off to find the corkscrew!
Till next time....x
Lent started on Wednesday and as is usually customary in Dolly Peg towers I have vowed to give up chocolate...and being a chocolate addict (I once said I wished my salary came as Galaxy Minstrels instead of cash and constantly asked for a chocolate fountain in my office, did I get one...nope!), giving up this mighty fine soul food is, well, to be honest killing me.
I always turn to chocolate when I'm stressed - which must be about 95% of the time judging by the size of my arse - and normally i'm fine, but today I could quite happily murder someone for a kit kat or a double decker, hell I might even mug a toddler for their chocolate buttons I am that desperate!!
The reason why I give up this super sexy food is not for any religious, moral or higher spiritual reasons, but only so I can prove to myself I have some willpower, simply because I normally have all the willpower of Tiger Woods in a brothel!
So I have decided to go for the substitution tactic to help curb my craving.....alcohol. Yup, good old fashioned pinot grigio or a nice little (oh ok, large!) voddy I think will do the trick nicely.
I'm off to find the corkscrew!
Till next time....x
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
If it's meant to be...
Affairs of the heart never fail to get me into a mess of butterflies in the tummy and a tongue tied heap of shyness.
Don't get me wrong I have confidence where I need it for the most part, but when it comes to telling someone how I feel...forget it, I lose my bottle and I would rather be stood in the buff (though I wouldn't recommend that scenario either!).
I have never been one of those girls who has guys queuing up to date her, I've just kind of bumbled along being the 'good mate' instead of the 'date'.
Right now, for instance, there is someone I really like, (no I'm not going to name name's!), but my shyness and 'self-preservation' is stopping me from saying anything. Don't get me wrong I am all for being a 21st century girl and asking a guy out, but when you have tried the 21st century approach and it's fallen flat on its arse, well I guess I've learnt my lesson.
I don't know how to let this person know I like them or if they even 'like' me in the same way, so for now I think silence is golden, and as I always say...if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be.
Till next time...x
Don't get me wrong I have confidence where I need it for the most part, but when it comes to telling someone how I feel...forget it, I lose my bottle and I would rather be stood in the buff (though I wouldn't recommend that scenario either!).
I have never been one of those girls who has guys queuing up to date her, I've just kind of bumbled along being the 'good mate' instead of the 'date'.
Right now, for instance, there is someone I really like, (no I'm not going to name name's!), but my shyness and 'self-preservation' is stopping me from saying anything. Don't get me wrong I am all for being a 21st century girl and asking a guy out, but when you have tried the 21st century approach and it's fallen flat on its arse, well I guess I've learnt my lesson.
I don't know how to let this person know I like them or if they even 'like' me in the same way, so for now I think silence is golden, and as I always say...if it's meant to be, then it's meant to be.
Till next time...x
Monday, 15 February 2010
I need my fix....
I have an addiction (apart from chocolate) and I'm currently going through cold turkey.
My name is Dolly Peg and I am addicted to glossy magazines.......there I said it!
I can't help it, ever since I was a teenager and buying my first copy of Jackie and Smash Hits (I nearly fainted once in WH Smith when there was a double sided poster of Bros in Smash Hits!), I've been addicted to the shiny, inviting glossy pages like Katie Price is to wedding rings. I currently subscribe to Glamour (my absolute favourite of them all) and Marie Claire, sadly my student budget can't stretch to any more. I have been known in the past to buy 2 or 3 copies of the same magazine if the free gift comes in different colours, options or special editions...yes, I am that bad.
However, I've had to curb my addiction recently because of my degree with just not having the time to read them, but over Christmas I got the chance to catch up and devoured every single word, photograph and advert as though I would never see them again.
I justify my addiction as market research (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!) and as being a newby writer I would love to be published in my favourite glossies one day. To see my name printed in the glossy wonderfulness that is Glamour magazine would have a special victory dance all of its own!
Till next time...x
My name is Dolly Peg and I am addicted to glossy magazines.......there I said it!
I can't help it, ever since I was a teenager and buying my first copy of Jackie and Smash Hits (I nearly fainted once in WH Smith when there was a double sided poster of Bros in Smash Hits!), I've been addicted to the shiny, inviting glossy pages like Katie Price is to wedding rings. I currently subscribe to Glamour (my absolute favourite of them all) and Marie Claire, sadly my student budget can't stretch to any more. I have been known in the past to buy 2 or 3 copies of the same magazine if the free gift comes in different colours, options or special editions...yes, I am that bad.
However, I've had to curb my addiction recently because of my degree with just not having the time to read them, but over Christmas I got the chance to catch up and devoured every single word, photograph and advert as though I would never see them again.
I justify my addiction as market research (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!) and as being a newby writer I would love to be published in my favourite glossies one day. To see my name printed in the glossy wonderfulness that is Glamour magazine would have a special victory dance all of its own!
Till next time...x
Sunday, 14 February 2010
The soundtrack to your life....
I love music, in fact I would go so far as to say I LOVE music (well it is Valentines Day!!).
Now, I like to say I have an eclectic taste in music but several of my friends, (mentioning no names...Mike and Steve!) would say it's shit. There is nothing wrong with having a varied taste I like to think and this ranges from rock music all the way along the spectrum to 70' disco, but bi-passing country and western, thrash metal and drum and base, it's just noise!
My love for Bryan Adams goes back to my teens and I am not ashamed to say I would marry him tomorrow if he asked me (while I'm still breathing there is always the possibility...), and I'm currently listening to Embrace 'All You Good Good People'...it's an anthem and their gig at the Royal Court in Liverpool is one of the best I have ever been too.
Music does many different things for me, it can bring back memories of certain times and places eg Crazy by Gnarls Barkley reminds me of Amsterdam, Elbow's 'Seldom Seen Kid' is one of the best albums ever written and Michael Jackson, well his music will live on forever.
Music (along with chocolate) is the food for the soul and if I ever get stranded on a desert island with nothing more than an iPod (or other generic mp3 player!!) and a family size bag of minstrels I will be a happy Dolly Peg indeed.
P.S I also reserve my right to watch, criticise and love Eurovision.
Till next time...x
Now, I like to say I have an eclectic taste in music but several of my friends, (mentioning no names...Mike and Steve!) would say it's shit. There is nothing wrong with having a varied taste I like to think and this ranges from rock music all the way along the spectrum to 70' disco, but bi-passing country and western, thrash metal and drum and base, it's just noise!
My love for Bryan Adams goes back to my teens and I am not ashamed to say I would marry him tomorrow if he asked me (while I'm still breathing there is always the possibility...), and I'm currently listening to Embrace 'All You Good Good People'...it's an anthem and their gig at the Royal Court in Liverpool is one of the best I have ever been too.
Music does many different things for me, it can bring back memories of certain times and places eg Crazy by Gnarls Barkley reminds me of Amsterdam, Elbow's 'Seldom Seen Kid' is one of the best albums ever written and Michael Jackson, well his music will live on forever.
Music (along with chocolate) is the food for the soul and if I ever get stranded on a desert island with nothing more than an iPod (or other generic mp3 player!!) and a family size bag of minstrels I will be a happy Dolly Peg indeed.
P.S I also reserve my right to watch, criticise and love Eurovision.
Till next time...x
Saturday, 13 February 2010
The future is bleak...
I think I'm turning into my mother! Yep, it's started already...I'm 35 (but not looking a day over 26!) and hurtling towards insanity, fooked up words and cursing myself because I didn't put the washing on the line when it's tropical outside.
I love my mother unconditionally and she knows this but there are times when quite frankly it doesn't help.
Take for example the other morning. I'd not been up and about long, not had my first cuppa of the day when I thought my two cats were sat by my leg wanting a tickle behind the ear before I chucked them out for the day. I made a fuss of Minnie for a minute or two, and she trotted off quite happily. I then bent down to make a fuss of Flick but when my hand was waving about in thin air with no cat to tickle, I looked down and realised it was a black vest on the floor and not a cat...(ahem).
But the best has to go to my mum. She has come out with some peachy lines in the past, far to many to tell you here, but this makes me laugh every single time. We were talking about the family tree (my dad was tracing it a while ago, we now know the death stare runs through the family...you have been warned), and my mum pipes up quite matter of fact "...oh yes, do you remember when your Dad was tracing the family antlers"....."the family what mum, do you mean ancestors?", "oh yes them too". (I guess you had to be there!).
It's a slippery slope it really is......
Till next time...x
I love my mother unconditionally and she knows this but there are times when quite frankly it doesn't help.
Take for example the other morning. I'd not been up and about long, not had my first cuppa of the day when I thought my two cats were sat by my leg wanting a tickle behind the ear before I chucked them out for the day. I made a fuss of Minnie for a minute or two, and she trotted off quite happily. I then bent down to make a fuss of Flick but when my hand was waving about in thin air with no cat to tickle, I looked down and realised it was a black vest on the floor and not a cat...(ahem).
But the best has to go to my mum. She has come out with some peachy lines in the past, far to many to tell you here, but this makes me laugh every single time. We were talking about the family tree (my dad was tracing it a while ago, we now know the death stare runs through the family...you have been warned), and my mum pipes up quite matter of fact "...oh yes, do you remember when your Dad was tracing the family antlers"....."the family what mum, do you mean ancestors?", "oh yes them too". (I guess you had to be there!).
It's a slippery slope it really is......
Till next time...x
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