‘The ultimate boardroom battle is back…’

Yes, Sir Alan is back with the fifth series of the UK version of The Apprentice. This is one of the very few respectable programs I watch, and I do watch this religiously. The new set of candidates are an interesting bunch, with one of them (Ben Clarke) proclaiming that ‘making money is better than sex.’ He’s probably not doing it right (not that I would know). He’ll be one of the first four out, you wait. Or he’ll be the snake that gets away with everything. Another candidate (Kate Walsh) says: "My CV speaks for itself. I've always excelled academically and I have really achieved within a corporate environment across sales, marketing and a number of different aspects of business." She could have just said ‘BLAH’ and it would have had the same effect.

One of the candidates even looks like Debra Messing (of Will & Grace fame). I actually think it is Debra Messing. She ain’t had a decent acting role since that show ended. Here she is masquerading as ‘Paula Jones’:

Try and tell me she doesn’t look like her.

UPDATE: Watch this, hilarious...

The Apprentice (UK) starts on March 25th on BBC One at 9pm.

Images taken from here. Thank you.

A Sunny Disposition

There was a change in atmosphere on London’s streets today. As the cloud broke and finally gave way to some decent sunshine, people suddenly seemed a bit merrier as they went about their daily business (however, it was not warm enough for shorts, and certainly not warm enough to be walking around with no top). I, for one, forgot how the sun felt against one’s skin. I took a couple of (bad) pictures, just because, it makes a big change from all the greyness we have had all winter. It got me thinking about the coming months ahead with great anticipation.

Summer 2009. Let the good times roll.

Film Review: Push

Don’t bother. I’m being serious.

‘Push’ stars Chris Evans and Dakota Fanning (and a whole bunch of other people, but you probably wouldn’t know their names, maybe apart from Ming Na who was in ER). It’s basically about these people who have powers, but X-Men it ain’t.

I couldn’t even tell you what the storyline of the film is. Stuff happens, there’s something about a drug, but I don’t know what it does, or who it affects, things explode, people die. There was a bit of unintentional humour, with some Chinese men screaming every now and then because that was their ‘power’. I really want to know what their faces looked like when they saw their script basically consisted of: Scream. Pose. Scream again.

The film is dire, everyone apart from Chris Evans looks like some sort of freak, and there weren’t even any good looking girls to pass the time. Dakota Fanning is made to look like a prostitute, she’s playing a thirteen year old and she is wearing the shortest skirt and sitting with her legs open. What the hell?

An epic failure.

I jumped on the bandwagon

Indeed I did. You ‘lucky’ people can now follow me (and everyone else) on the new Facebook… Twitter. Here’s the link:

http://twitter.com/UrbanArticulate

Yes, I know ‘Urban Articulate’ sounds a bit dumb, but the people at Twitter deemed UrbanArticulations too long to use as a username. So I was lumbered with that. Oh well.

Anyway, follow or whatever and view my mundane rambles between blog posts in 160 characters or less (the unique ‘selling’ point of Twitter). You’ll probably see me type such enlightening points as: ‘I’m eating,’ or ‘I’m hungry,’ or ‘I’m at sixth form. Bored.’

But that’s the point, isn’t it?

Overheard Articulation...

During biology:

“This lesson is so dry it needs E45.”

Ha ha.

My new favourite tee…

Ok, I know this was blogged about yonks ago by my good friend Whathehelle on Ruby’s ChatChat blog, but I have only just purchased my very own Terratag tee.

Believe me, I have wanted to buy one for ages but because I usually have to justify my purchases to someone, I thought I’d wait until I had a decent exuse to spend money again.

My excuse came in the form of a neon-themed party that was being held by another good friend of mine. Since the only colours I wear seem to be navy blue, black, brown, white and grey, I thought it was time I invested in a brightly coloured tee. The Terratag brand immediately sprang to mind.

Still relatively unknown by most (but slowly emerging out of the shadows), Terratag offers hoodies and t-shirts that are different from the mainstream using bright colours, funky designs, robots, lightening bolts and stars (if anything has stars on it, I will buy it). This enables the wearer to attract attention to themselves (a plus if you’re an attention seeker) for all the right reasons.

Don’t be too surprised when you get asked a million times: “Where did you get that from?”

The tee in action:


I was a bit sweaty as you can see (the shiny forehead gives it away). I was dancing for ages with no break. The thing around my neck is one of them things that flash when you switch it on.

But, anyway, go and set a trend in your area. Go buy Terratag.

Top image taken from here. Dur.

I’m eighteen today…

1991

2009

And I’m not excited. Not one bit.

If you had asked me last week if I was a bit excited, I perhaps may have given a slight nod. But now…I just don’t care. Growing up just leads to more problems, more things that have to be sorted out, and more decisions to make. I don’t want to have or do any of those things.

Sure, I can drink and rave until the cows come home, but that just means less money and less sleep. Less sleep is not a good thing for me; I become extremely ratty when I haven’t had a decent night’s rest.

It’s weird… I don’t feel eighteen, but then again how are you supposed to feel? As a young child, I remember lying awake at night, trying to imagine what it would be like to be fifteen or sixteen. I struggled to think about how I would act be etc. because I found it simply to hard to fathom, I think a part of me thought I just would never reach that age.

But here I am, eighteen years of age. Complicated (though character building) times ahead. Woo.