Sniffy dog's diaries

Apparently it is not enough anymore to make a pratt out of yourself by just doing "normal" crazy things (getting snapped by the press for being drunk or something) no in today's modern society you have to go that one step further.

Take example A: Brittany Spears. Not content with just being on the verge of a break down she had to go that one bit further and do the whole head shaving thing. I read today that she now wants to get back with Kevin F. As long as it keeps her out of the lime light I don't really care.

But if we really want to study the slightly barmey side of being a celeb on the edge we need look no further than good old Justin Hawkins. He was also not very content on being the ex-front man for a lame band carried forward on NME's shoulders, but not only that...he had a dream!

Yes that's right, Justin Hawkins had a dream of winning Eurovision. Erm...yes you did hear correctly, I did say Eurovision.

Whilst most celebs are out there trying to sell their perfumes and star in films (usually about themselves) Justin Hawkins had the humble wish of representing England at the next Eurovision.

He was tipped by the bookies and getting all the extra publicity he needed by appearing on every other crap chat show. Then it came down to last night - the 'selection ceremony' were we chose our knights in shining armour to show Europe how good our music industry is.

The other contestants were as follows: Some bird from Atomic Kitten (not Kerrie or the one who could sing), Brian Harvey (From East 17 - the one who managed to run over HIMSELF), Big Brothers (you probably know the Halifax cover of their song better than their version), some French chick, Justin Hawkins and Beverlei Brown and a four piece camp-as-a-carry-on film group called Scooch.

At this point I don't really know why Big brother's entered. Their song was actually quite good for the stuff they do and could probably stand pretty well by itself in the charts. Hawkins song was...well pi** poor. He had his high not-actually-very-good singing voice and brown could have done better by herself.

Instead of complementing each other soundwise Hawkin's just sounded appallingly out of tune, which he may not have been but the conflicting voices just clashed horribly.

Well it came to the knock out round and Hawkin's found he had lost and stormed off stage.

Entering Eurovision is one thing, but loosing to a cheesy band singing about an airoplane flight is a completely new level of prattish-ness.

Well done scooch - your song was more cheesy than chedder but it was worth it just to see Hawkin's nearly cry.

Opps I totally forgot to blog yesterday. It was a pretty manic day though.
Was in Uni from 10am-7pm and then had to rush home to sort out the boyfriend's botched hair job that I did two days before.

I actually managed to make it look half decent (well i thought very decent) before jumping in and out of the shower (almost literally) and then throwing on some nice clothes to go out clubbing for a friend's birthday.

What I was expecting to be a crappy night actually turned out pretty damn good. Even though I've lived here for three years we went to some places I never even knew existed, before finishing up in a hardcore dance room...which is not normally my cup of tea but the good atmosphere and alco-mo-hol took over and I ended up raving like I'd never raved before. In all fairness I haven't really so it was quite improvised.

Woke up this morning without a hangover and feeling very pleased with myself so am now actually going to get some work done. Apparently.

...and so I found myself in need of buying my mother a nice card. This sounds a lot easier than it actually is.

Am I the only person that finds half these cards sickening? I mean yes I love my mum to bits, she's amazing. But I really don't want a card that reads something so sickly that the card is stuck to my hand with the gooeyness of it all.

I finally opted for a blank card "for any occasion" and adapted it as I just couldnt bear to send her a card with a load of naff flowers on the front and some crappy poem written inside.

Mum hates that kind of stuff anyway.

I blame clintons, or petrol stations. I'm not sure which is worse but they both seem to have their fair share of pants cards...I wish I'd made a note of some of the messages today but I am sure you can imagine the sort of thing they said.

However, the important thing is I mailed the card off to reach her by sunday and I had the courtesy to leave the really really horrible card for some poor sod on sunday that suddenly realises what day it is.

So my boyfriend asked me to cut his hair as it was almost an inch past his shoulders.

I did it for him once before but it was more of a trim, this time he needed quite a lot taking off and he wanted it just below his ears.

I don't know why I agreed. I hated doing it last time so it would make sense that I would hate doing it this time as well.

However, due to his fear of hairdressers and his hair getting quite long, 30 mins ago I found myself armed with a comb, a pair of scissors and no haircutting experiance.

I'm not really sure how badly it went, and whether it was bad. He is insisting it is ok and to wait and see how it dries. I feel crap about it and have hidden away in my room to type up this blog.

He has clippers (if that's what they're called???) to properly take it all off if he wants but I have decided to stay out of it now as I am regreting getting involved in the first place.

The only bonus (I feel), that could come out of this at the moment is that he will have a fear of letting someone with no experiance cut his hair and he actually might go to a hairdressers instead.

Crap.

The Crystal maze was amazing.

Why don't they show it anymore? After a chat with the housemates it turns out that my boyfriend had a "crystal maze party" as a kid where his parents made different parts of the house different zones and then differnt rooms had different challenges in them.

He thinks that the 'crystals' were just bits of food or chocolate treats. What a damn good idea that is! I feel jealous that I didn't get to have a crystal maze party now.

This brings me onto the subject that there aren't any decent adventure style game shows on TV anymore...or not that I can think of.

'Deal or No deal' doesn't cut it really.

Have just come back from my dance class. It was a pretty good lesson tonight. Firstly volley ball didn't turn up (yes!) and that meant we could have the hall for two hours instead on one. Secondly I spoke to more people than I usually would.

Part of this was due to the fact that we didn't have enough men to partner up, so being slightly more experianced I split up with my partner to be a temporary 'man'. That way some of the newer recruits could learn the correct parts. This gave way to many jokes and a lot of group bonding. Who knew that being a man could bring so many people together.

As it happens dance wise I was pretty rubbish...but it's the thought that counts.

All I can currently hear coming from his room are phrases like "drop the bomb drop the bomb" and "rush left rush left".

If you know that CS means counter-strike then you will also know what I mean by the above. Groups of people 'running' around a virtual area that in real-life would be like a laser-quazer zone, shooting at each other and dropping bombs.
Putting it bluntly (and probably upsetting thousands of CS fans as I say this) that is pretty much it.

You have your team called a 'clan' and you go against other clans in the battle of terrorists vs anti-terrorists. Who can drop a bomb and who can disarm it, in a choice of about 4 (maybe more) 'maps'. The levels don't change, the maps don't change, and as it's all the same sort of thing the teams don't really change either.

Having re-read the above I think I have made it sound way more interesting than it is...from a partners point of view atleast.

So bascially, today I am mad at a computer game, a small piece of technological advancement that is p*ssing me off almost as much as the amount of washing up my housemates are refusing to do.

On top of all of that I think I am actually mad because it's getting more attention than I am... I think I need a new hobby, how do you play WOW?

All the guys have gone out to watch some 'Ultimate fighting' thingy. From what I can gather this involves 'organised' and what they insist is 'technical and skilled' fighting.

I have already been scorned for asking if they could see the same thing for free, by standing around in town at bar kick out time when things get a bit rowdy. Apparntly not.

So in the prescence of a lack of men, myself and my other girlie housemate are going to sit around, drink lots of baileys , watch some trashy TV and then move all the furniture out of the way for when the MEN (because they will definitly be thinking they are men in capitls) get home and want to 'ultimate fight' around the front room.

They insist this will not be the case, I beg to differ and fear for the coffee table's life.

I'm sure all will be decided in several hours and gallons of beer later time.

With the date for my thrid year project (dissertation) drawing all the nearer, I should be ploughing ahead with typing up the final report. However, I have felt a certain amount of apathy towards the whole thing. After my marathon of research conducted in the last couple of weeks my enthusiasm drive apears to be taking some time off. I have considered hiring a cheerleader to follow me round and get me moving.

This has made me consider our beloved Nation's love for sarcasm, general apathy and the driving force to see someone fail.

It may sound harsh but I have a very good example to demostrate this point.

I am sure this has been discussed before, but consider David Blaine's latest stunt, the one where he decided to suspend himself from one of London's bridges. On paper I'm sure this looked a great idea:

"fantastic, let's bring David Blaine to England where he can sell loads more stuff"

...was probably the sort of thing blasted around the PR board room meeting, and yes, I'm sure with just about anywhere else this could have shot David Blaine's popularity even further into the stratosphere, ensuring massive sales on all following merchandise and autobiographies.

Unfortunetly, our American friends must have forgotton to research the target market. Had David Blaine pulled this stunt off in America (like the other thousand safe-proof ideas he's pulled before), then it may well have been a different story. Millions of people would have turned up waving "We Love You David!!!" banners and cheering him through the lonely hours isolated in his little box.

However, put him in a box in the UK, and we go out of our way to pi** him off.

I have to say I feel the public really excelled themselves with this task, turning up with laser pens and airoplanes with 'big macs' attached to them. There was even one bloke that decided to use poor old Blaine for some golf target practise and spent a short amount of time (before the security stepped in) aiming golf balls at the plastic container.

No, the population of London turned up in force, not to support and cheer on the beloved American magician, but to go out of their way to make him fail. There is nothing the British public love more than dashing someones hopes (except for maybe having a good moan about them before hand).

This is just to prove that we are by no means the most invigorated and supportive of people - or maybe it just says that we don't like people hanging themselves in boxes above our rivers - you decide.

All the above is basically summing up to the main 'highlight' of my day:
At the weekend some thugs broke into my departments building just to then jack open the coffee machine and steal all of about £5 that must have been in there (coffer in only 30p from the automated machine). This means that the said machine has been out of use for a week.

Today a sign appeared on the machine "Please be patient, the machine will be working again soon, the engineers are on their way"
Which all sounds fantastic except for the fact that my department building is Engineering. We have some of the cleverest engineers in the world under our roof, but can any of them fix a coffee machine? Hell no.

Hmm where to start, I'm sure everyone hates myspace to a certain degree. Probably because it's mostly full of 12 year olds trying to collect as many friends as they can.

I don't actually hate it too much for that reason, from my own point of view it allows me to keep tabs on a few unsigned bands I like that only have myspace as a way of contact to the world, I can easily find out when and where gigs are happening.

Having thought about the above comment you could actually just replace myspace with lots of proper band websites which I'm sure would be just as adaquate.

I think I hate the way myspace makes me feel. It's a deceitful website, and I'm sure photoshop could use it as an advert. Why does everyone on there look so good?
Obviously with the power of being your own art editor you can choose how people will perceive you, and if you can't find a good enough picture you can edit one to your hearts content.

Secondly it's so easy to become "absorbed" or even stalker like on there. For example, my boyfriend has a page, which I will check every now and then, and then a girl might happen to add him as a friend, and OH MY GOD quick check her page, does she look better than me? Is she living in the area? Have I met her before? Does she already have a boyfriend?

And suddenly I'm over taken by a paranoia that I wouldn't even have if it wasn't for that bloody site. Then after a some what brief 5 min panic I realise that I'm not really that bothered and I have just as many blokes on my page, and after all it is probably just a 12 year old trying to collect friends.

Being even more brutily honest I wouldn't want to be dating someone that ran the risk of starting a relationship on an online networking program.

All this is just to demostrate my point that somehow myspace is actually the devil and I still can't work out why I get excited when someone has left me a comment and I get to see a little red sign telling me so. Oh and also I obviously have myspace issues I need to address

Atleast it's easier to use than bloody facebook though.