Much Ado About Corsets......

So Daly's new blogpost is about her buying a corset for her burlesque class......

I mused over what to call this blogpost, which of course is inspired by Daly's own blog.....several idea's sprang to mind.....

1. Daly, The Victorian Whoremonger.

2. Coming out of the Corset.

3. The Corset and the Tramp.

Admittedly the first title came to me almost immediately, but in the end I said nay.

In her travels about Glasgow, Daly buys a corset. We can gather from the blogpost that this shop isn't strictly all corsets. I was left intrigued as to what the "rubber and section" entailed.
Did she mean to say "rubber hand section"? If so, the mind boggles at what sort of sadistic sex game involves rubber hands......but whatever you are into eh?
*queue image of Daly in a corset holding a pair of rubber hands*

It all feels very Gothic. And I mean Gothic as in Victorian London, Jekyll and Hyde, Dracula....not Gothic as in too much black eyeliner(which actually was a phase that Daly went through).

At the end of the day corsets are cool, getting naked is cool.....why not combine the two for some happy naked corset time? Throw in some rubber hands and you've made a night out of it.Throw in some chicken wings with a jack daniel sauce and I for one am there.

So go forth Daly and conquer that corset. We support you,much like your corset.

I wonder how hard it would be to make a corset of one's own? How hard could it be? Bit of cardboard, some whale bone, bit of double sided sticky tape.....bob's your corset......right?hmmm, i sense a money making scheme in the works....

The Seven Unknown Wonders of Musings....

how the frig did i miss Daly's blog post and my own partner, reflections recent blog post?

I need to stop working so hard and concentrate on the important things like cyber stalking my friends....

I may as well throw in my tuppence worth,i hate to feel left out of things....this is widely known about me.......im not sure if there is anything that i havent told to my amigos?i knew all of Daly's seven things,and indeed have been paramount in pointing some of the things out to her. i also knew most of reflection's seven,cept for the swimming togs one.....Bahahahahaha!
I also know way more about her that can never actually be shared......

So,here goes......

1. I wanted to be an artist when i was younger caus i thought i was really good at art....(I wasn't).

2. Regretably I avoided wearing bra for about two years when i should have been wearing one caus in my primary school anyone who wore a bra was a lesbian....

3. When i was growing up I always wished that I had been adopted...(still kinda waiting for my real family to come get me).....

4. I didnt have chinese food until I was 17.....(I bet I would have had chinese food with my real family all the time)

5. I used to HATE potatoes and would often pretend to fall asleep at the table so i wouldn't have to eat them.....

6. I let a street dog in Brazil lick me in the face (yes i was drunk.....no i dont have rabies....i think)

7. Red does suit me.....(Suckas).

So there we go, seven truths about me.

Daly and Reflections already know everything else about me, like how I get prettier every day, like how I can always handle my Liquer, like how I've never picked a fight with a scumbag.........right?!

Seven Things, you didn't know about Daly and Reflections

Daly did a post. It's been a while - which made it a little more difficult for this blog to be about her blog...

Anyway it was "seven things people don’t know about me that I don’t want them to know."
So here it is - short and sweet as we promised.

1. Daly's been grey since she was 10. (If you don't know that, you don't know Daly).
2. Her eyes change colour - from chocolatey brown to light hazel. She prefers chocolatey (who wouldn't???)
3. She can't hide her feelings. Can't lie.-And her voice raises when she lies.
4. She can keep a secret. (Respect; and true)
5. She can't spell (no one I know can, I blame the Irish education system)
6. She's a paranoid crazy.
7. She fell down a staircase, during an interview. She was applying to work at Penneys at fell down the stairs and was mortified and in genuine pain but tried to pretend she wasn't in pain and laugh it off. She didn't get the job.


Hmmm so I guess we should join in. Seven things about me that I don't tell peeps.
I won't lie.
What's the point if I do this and lie?
I did like Daly's choice to put up 1 truth & 2 lies. Real friends would know the truth.

1. As a child I loved wearing my swimsuit but hated for it to get wet. So there are soooo many pictures of me at the beach completely naked. Soooo many.

2. I used to eat my cornflakes dry. Also wheatabix. Yup - you know that race to eat dry wheatabix. I nail that.

3. I have previously been reckless with water, fire (ok cigarettes) and once, water and fire at once -that's all you're getting.

4. I survived on one meal a day for 3 months. I have never looked better, though I had a glint in my eye that suggested I might murder someone for a bar of chocolate.

5. I love notepads. All of them. But mostly pretty ones, different ones and quirky ones.

6. I got suspended from school (age 14) for stealing a bell off a nun. I stole it, dismantled it and threw it into my garden in 3 different directions, never expecting to think of it again.
-I got caught and had to find the 3 pieces, while my mother watched me-livid. This is not a woman you want to see angry.

7. I really really really wanted to do well in my masters and I didn’t. It’s one of the things I hate the most about myself. I never minded before because I never made an effort but when I finally did, it turned out I wasn’t smart.

Cinema Drinking....

You know what is underestimated.....cinema drinking.
it is a secret undercurrent happpening in our cinemas at this very minute people....well maybe not this very minute caus it's a bit late but it definately happened earlier....how do i know......???cause i.am.a.cineama.drinker.....and proud of it.

i mean what film cant be appreciated more with a spot of vino?
and u also get to make friends with people called dave...or brian...a fellow cinema drinker,with a facial piercing who was definately way uncooler than myself or my companion but still we were united in that brief moment of cinema drinking.

in these recessionary times,one has to be practical. but one can go to the cinema and be merry. The answer my friend is blowing in the wind, the answer is cinema drinking.

i sampled a fine sauvingon blanc in the cinema whilst sampling the tasty delights of Thor, previously known as kim from home n away. Also spent quality time with my returning compadre, and even got in a phone call to the Dalster.

What are we but mere shadows if we do not have our friends beside us......friends and cinema drinking.....they complete me.