An Afternoon With Men In Make-Up

Nope, not been down Madame Jo-Jo's, but at the cinema.

We had a very pleasant excrutiatingly long 20 minutes

of trailers and adverts before the film. 

 One of them was Sam Taylor-Wood's Equals short film,

with Mr Craig All Dressed Up In A Frock And Everything.

Looks a bit alright in make-up with the short hair doesn't he! 

 

There was also a trailer for the new Keef film.

Well, ok, Johnny's film. Pirates of the Caribbean.

Made a mental note that the new Horrid Henry could be almost bearable,

as Noel Fielding popped up in the trailer. He is often wearing make-up too.

And then the film began, with this 19 year old actor being all Pete Doherty:

Diary of a Wimpy Kid 2, with guylinered Devon Bostick.


As some readers may have noticed, I like to comment on the quality of toilets at some of the venues I visit; shopping centres, ice rinks, cinemas. Such a hectic social life... Today's Toilet Report is that the loos were very glam; spaciously laid out, with very touchy feely fittings and surfaces. Although the hand dryers were not exactly conveniently located, so a minus point for ergonomics.

More Excuses Why Dinner Is Late

After the Colin-Firth-In-That-Catsuit moment I think the time is nigh to revisit the triumph of Russell Kane as Beyonce that was a few weeks ago. Now he doesn't actually look that hot (to me, anyway) as himself , but in drag he's quite hypnotic, ne c'est pas? Maybe my youth was misspent. Should have hung around Madame JoJo's...

Must stop or I'll be digging out less delicious versions of Men In Make-Up. Like this:

                                        

ps No further kitchen photos so far, as showing a new cutlery drawer or different location of kettle would be overstretching your patience with this blog. Needless to say, domestically I am still adrift and I have not yet got anything in the right place. Sort of going for the organic approach of getting the feel for what should go where as I use it. Until then, if I had a pedometer I'd be off the richter scale of mileage in terms of looking for the salt, colanders, plates... and it takes even longer to make dinner.

Pasta Telegram and Other Dreadful Side Effects of Chocolate

Have been 'festing up the house a bit this week in honour of the non-stop combo of sparkliness and fizz that is Diwali and Fireworks. The sparkly corner I showed in the last post is, finally, now bedecked by a string of multi-coloured lights. Damned gorgeous, although I say so myself.

Have been snaffling up bits and pieces to hide away for presents for the Winter Festival aka Christmas. Not usually this sensible, but it seems wrong to give people things that you've bought in a tearing hurry, at the last minute, getting all hot and grumpy in a shopping mall, boiling over to the point of resentment. Have now decided that if I see something that is "right" I will buy it, there and then. Which gives me carte blanche to go into shops A LOT. Which can be dangerous, but so far I have found 5 Very Suitable Things, and today managed to be Very Sensible in TK Maxx - ok, what's a little Charlie'n'Lola calendar here and there? T'was only £3.99, and it's for the house, not me..... and it will make me happy every day throughout next year. Bargain. And I am secretly 47-going-on-4 years of age...

Last night I rediscovered how utterly weird your dreams get when you eat chocolate in the evening. There I was, in the post office, asking for a bowl of pasta, telling them off for putting brussels sprouts on it, and trying to send it to someone in order to sort out what I was doing at the weekend. Bloody Yorkie bars - I swear they've put something in them.

Am thinking that the post-Halloween versions of Strictly are going to be a bit, well, just not vampy enough. I really think Matt the macho farmer should adopt the guyliner fulltime, and not just for showbiz. He just looked a bit too well-scrubbed without it on Claudia the other night. Come on BBC makeup ladies - the nation needs YOU. But it does not need Alice Cooper to be hidden away, obscured by cavorting Professional Dancers. What is the point of that???