Wait, I thought it was Summer.

I know we haven't had a great summer. Well no, that is putting it lightly. To be honest it has been shit and currently I hate England for its unfulfilled promise of sun. In summer. Never mind, I had a week holiday and I'm grateful of gaining some Vitamin D into my skin. But however terrible the weather is (and winterlike), there is no excusing this...

Piss off Santa, come back at Christmas.

 

This was a picture taken at Harrods in July, a full 151 days before the big Christmas Day. Who decided this would be a good idea, a grotto in July? Whoever made this terrible decision should be hung from the ceiling by tinsel and beaten by Santa's elves, until those 151 days are up. Who wants to visit Santa's grotto in July? That Santa must have the easiest job in the world... sit on his ass, eat mince pies, and say 'Ho Ho Ho' for about 120 days before he suddenly becomes busy in December. Lucky bastard.

This blog was spurred on by me walking into a card shop today, the 23rd of August, to be confronted by Christmas cards. I mean, where does it end? Shall we just keep Christmas cards in card shops all year round, snuggled inbetween 'New Baby' and 'Sorry your leaving'? Why even take Christmas cards into the stockroom, you'll be putting them back out in a couple of months. The classic crooning of 'I wish it could be Christmas...every daaaayyyyy' may come true boys and girls, just give it 20 years.

Thankfully for everyone I decided against doing my first video blog on this topic, it would have been very moany and shown me in a terrible light.

Unfortunately that light is my usual light HA!



Retro!

I am back from my lovely holiday! I even rode on a camel.






Ahh, there I am, there is the camel.










 In regard to my last blog, I saw/witnessed many of the good and negative points assoicated with your typical holiday - but before I begin with my new blog, I shall add one more point to my list.


Boobs on the beach
Ok, I admit it, I did stray too far down the beach and found myself at the nudist beach. Luckily all I saw were the numerous boobs, and no other nuddy bits. However, once I was back in safe territory I still saw lots of boobs. I'm a girl, I have no problems with boobs, but it's always awkward when walking past with your boyfriend. However, we were mature about the situation, and discussed whether said boobs were real or fake.


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I was thinking about retro hair the other day, and all of the weird styles we grew to know and love as they swept the nation of children. Truly terrible styles, but they make me feel all nostalgic!

A zig zag parting! Why don't we do these any more? These were the height of fashion when I was younger. I always remember looking at my friends with their sleek hair and zig-zag parting on show, and envying them. I may wear my hair like this very soon.


Negative for young, ginger Vicky - My frizzy hair was so big and crappy you couldn't even see the zig-zag. This was highly depressing, as my mum will have spent at least 20 minutes trying to comb my wayward hair into this style.

Crimped hair! I remember once being at a party with my friends and us all crimping our hair - it wasn't cool back then and I don't think it will ever be cool. There are types of hair that look good - straight, a bit wavy, big bouncy curls, tight ringlets...
Finger in a plughole hair just seems not a good way to pull.


Positive for young, ginger Vicky - If you crimped my hair, obviously using those heating tools took some of the frizz out of my hair, and I probably looked great. Though saying that, I remember in school once I offered myself and my crimped hair up for an art class, where people drew you from where they were sitting in the room. Needless to say, when I looked at their pictures, my hair was literally scribbled onto the page, as demoed here.


It was more depressing because my hair was actually in a pony tail, imagine if I had kept it competely down.

A boy's style now. The quiff. I think every boy had this classic style during lower/middle school. The trick was to grow the front of your hair longer than the rest of your hair, and use some disgusting hair gel/wax thing to stick it up to the highest point possible. Simon from the Inbetweeners wears this style rather admirably in his late teens, not cool.


Negative for young, ginger Vicky - Wasn't actually a negative for me, more for my brother. He decided in a moment of wisdom he fancied dyeing his quiff blonde, when he sports deep brown hair. His quiff unfortunately went ginger, and he was about 1/8th of the way getting to meet his ginger sister in gingerdom. He probably got 1/8th of the teasing and abuse a normal ginger receives - and never dyed it again. Poor brunette didn't know what had hit him!







David Beckham sporting two of the most copied styles by young boys, the mohican, and the blonde highlights. Mothers were to blame here - their sons having a mohican would not make them as good looking as David Beckham - more like they were attacked with a rogue pair of clippers. The blonde highlights however made every little boy look cute!


(I have to admit, looking through google images made me remember how sexy David Beckham was, swooooooon! Trust me, do it!)


I think a fancy dress night should be in order where people should wear their hair in a way they did when they were younger. That would be hilarious!


My hair would look terrible and I'll lose my friends and boyfriend. Poor ginger Vicky.

Also, on a final note, as the lovely John Boden keeps plugging my blog, I will do the same for him! Read the latest movie review from the next big thing!

http://bodenmovies.blogspot.com/