Last night, myself and Mammasaurus stayed up way past our bedtime. We decided that with all the shizz going down in blogland recently we could all do with something light-hearted. Something fun and frivolous (dare I say silly) to get us all back to being the good spirited bloggers that we once were.
Forget the dramas, the stats and the rankings. Take your serious hat off, grab a cuppa and embrace The Lovely Lovely Love List Of Loveliness.
Catchy, no? And wait, there’s more – it has an amazing kitten picture too! Feel free to right click his furry little face and proudly display him in all his glory alongside your list.
So, let’s wrap the blogosphere up in a big cheesy grin. Answer the questions, join the linky aaaaaaand bingo! Smiles abound!
The Lovely Lovely Love List Of Loveliness
1. Cake or chocolate – discuss.
Caaaaaaaake! That’s an easy one. Chocolate of course has a lot of my love, but cake is better. It comes in all colours, flavours, shapes and sizes. It doesn’t melt. You get one dedicated to you every year on your birthday. Making the first slice into a big cake is a feeling like no other. Cake cake cake.
2. Your most embarrassing memory. Of. All. Time.
Way back when, before the husband was the husband, we lived in the same halls at university. I was going back home for the weekend and he offered to walk me to the station. So there I was, trying to be dead cool and alluring, trying not to sweat too much from the ohmigod he’s talking to me nerves combined with being in a rush for the train. We made it to just outside the station and I allowed myself to relax with gay abandon, resulting in one of those trips that starts and never stops. With aeroplaning arms and girly squeals I tripped and I tripped and I tripped, like some kind of demented ballet dancer I couldn’t bring myself to a halt. Finally, a good 10 meters later I landed on my bum with a great big OWWWWWW! and a chorus of laughter from both not husband and teaming crowds of waiting passengers. To make it worse, I twisted my ankle really badly and had broken the kitten heal off my boot so not husband had to get me sat on a bench, take my room keys and run back to let himself into my HELLHOLE of a room (clothes, knickers, EVERYTHING strewn everywhere) to find me another pair of shoes.
3. What’s your claim to fame?
I saw the lead singer of Toploader in a little boutiquey shop I was in once and he asked me for my opinion on a belt (‘nah, it’d never look right with those trousers’).
That’s a bit rubbish isn’t it? How about one of the local newsreaders used to be my babysitter? Still boring? Can I claim fame by default? – My dad was in the music video for a very popular song by a very popular band in the 80’s. Nothing like seeing my dad on the big screen at a club as that song blares out to sober me up at 2am.
4. Would you rather lick Brad Pitts armpit or Johnny Depps foot?
I have never really ‘got’ Brad Pitt. Is he really that attractive? Really?! Johnny Depp however is possibly the most beautiful man on this earth and therefore I would lick him anywhere he asked me to.
5. What is the worst chat up line that has ever been said to you?
What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this? (Why, accepting free drinks from you before leaving without your number kind sir)
6. What is the worst chat up line you have ever used?
‘Sorry, I had to get a closer look’ said while brazenly plonking myself in some guys lap after a night of eye contact across a club. Classy, clever, funny it may not be, but it worked. (Jeeze, my mum reads this. Sorry mum.)
7. Shag, Mary, Push off a cliff: Jeremy Kyle / David Hasslehoff / Louis Walsh
Shag – I have to agree with Mammasaurus here, Jez does have an aura of a man who would be a bit of a beast in the bedroom. (Again, mum, I’m sorry)
Marry – Shit. That leaves me a bit stuck. Only because I HAVE to, it’ll be Louis. Purely because after the big wedding and all the OK photo shoots and a luxurious honeymoon I will essentially be married to an annoying little man who I don’t think likes the ladies. So I will move into a country bad somewhere and enjoy the life of a duchess. IN NAME ONLY people.
Sorry Hoff *shove*
And for the boys: Katie ‘Jordan’ Price / Jodie Marsh / Anne Widdecombe
8. If you were skipping gaily in a meadow of sweet buttercups what would you rather stop to pet – a fluffy bunnykins or a little baby mole whose little pink nose was emerging from the ground?
As much as bunnies have the fluffy cute factor, I am very particular about them. 9 out of 10 bunnies do not pass my strict test for non-scariness. There really is something quite evil about most bunnies. So as statistics dictate that I only have a 10% chance of skipping gaily past one that met all of the qualities I look for, I will be petting the little baby mole (how rude does that sound?!)
9. What biscuit is the best biscuit?
For their all round, goes with everything, the husband doesn’t like them so I get the packet to myself, tea-dunking qualities it has to be the ginger nut.
For happy making purposes, it’s Party Rings every time. I munched a whole packed in early labour so we’ve been through so tough times together.
10. If you had to sniff a fart would you rather it was the fart of Brad Pitt or Lady Gaga?
At first thought, Mr Pitt. But then isn’t he one of those crazy dieting, macrobiotic types? Surely that would make things all the more disgusting. So GaGa. But in return I ask for a pair of her shoes or similar.
And just in case none of that got you smiling, here is Boris the happy owl.
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