Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thoughts. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Beware of bunching
Gah - bunching, even the word is gross. Playsuits are fabulous, but why in the name of Farrah Fawcett are people not trying them on before wearing them outside? It's like the opposite of camel toe and it's everywhere - awkward bunching in the playsuit crotch region.
Look in the mirror bitches!
Look in the mirror!
Look in the mirror bitches!
Look in the mirror!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
It takes all sorts...
Barnsley arrived from google.co.uk on "The Sexy Pedestrian: Knickers Monica" by searching for "jump up and down throw your knicker in the air."
10:53:05 -- 5 hours 34 mins ago
10:53:05 -- 5 hours 34 mins ago
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Hiatus highlights
I've neglected you. I know.
I'd love to say I was working or studying or whatnot, but the truth is I was partying and I'd totally forgotten you existed. Thanks for the concerned stalker emails though, I'm still alive, I've just discovered that it is in fact possible to function without regular internet access. Who the fuck knew?
A hiatus highlight was Barcelona. I'm sure the Spanish know how to lots of things, but building stuff and partying are definitely two of their best skills. It's clear Gaudi liked to do both at the same time, which I admire, and I particularly liked his church made of tree trunks and ice cream and his Dr. Seuss park.
Primavera Sound rocked as hard as it promised to, treating Estrella and Jaegermeister/Red Bull soaked festivalgoers to three days of bliss and it just so happened we were the for the match, after which thousands of drunk people flooded the streets for a giant celebratory riot, which was brilliant.
Barcelona, the only city that truly deserves to have Queen write a song about it.












Other good stuff: Tapas, €3 bottles of wine, €2.90 Marlboro, warm evenings, hotel roof pools, massive shopping savings in Mango, H&M, Zara, Bershka, paella, ice cream in the middle of the night, cheap taxis, room service, restaurants on boats, coming home to 28 degree weather in Cork.
I'd love to say I was working or studying or whatnot, but the truth is I was partying and I'd totally forgotten you existed. Thanks for the concerned stalker emails though, I'm still alive, I've just discovered that it is in fact possible to function without regular internet access. Who the fuck knew?
A hiatus highlight was Barcelona. I'm sure the Spanish know how to lots of things, but building stuff and partying are definitely two of their best skills. It's clear Gaudi liked to do both at the same time, which I admire, and I particularly liked his church made of tree trunks and ice cream and his Dr. Seuss park.
Primavera Sound rocked as hard as it promised to, treating Estrella and Jaegermeister/Red Bull soaked festivalgoers to three days of bliss and it just so happened we were the for the match, after which thousands of drunk people flooded the streets for a giant celebratory riot, which was brilliant.
Barcelona, the only city that truly deserves to have Queen write a song about it.
Other good stuff: Tapas, €3 bottles of wine, €2.90 Marlboro, warm evenings, hotel roof pools, massive shopping savings in Mango, H&M, Zara, Bershka, paella, ice cream in the middle of the night, cheap taxis, room service, restaurants on boats, coming home to 28 degree weather in Cork.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Goths in hot weather

I'm sure the Irish undead don't have this problem, but summer really isn't a goth's best friend...
http://gothsinhotweather.blogspot.com/
Monday, May 11, 2009
The Pedestrian 8

I've been tagged by Bookish Blonde.
I hate these things, but it wasn't as annoying as I thought it would be, so here are my answers:
Eight things I like:
New bed linen straight from the washing line - Daz-ilicious.
Cleaning my house from top to bottom with a variety of cleaning products I purchased because I liked their ads on TV.
Scrambled eggs on toast on Saturday morning - cooked in the frying pan, not the microwave
Aldi Badgers Creek Shiraz-Cabernet - €6
Watching 30 Rock in bed with Mr. Pedestrian.
Good haircuts
Proper sleep
Carrot Cake
Eight things I did yesterday:
Ate a sausage sandwich (ketchup & whoegrain - yum)
Read the papers
Washed my make-up brushes
Destroyed a pair of Uggs in the washing machine
Watched the cat chase a fly all over the house
Had dinner with my parents (roast - yum.)
Drank too much wine & coffee and couldn't sleep.
Photographed a new dress for the blog
Eight things I wish I could do:
Upstyle my own hair
Run faster and for longer
Survive on salad and lean protein
Travel for a year or two, and still pay my mortgage
Operate with a capsule wardrobe
Drive a rally car
Grow highlighted hair
Employ a chef
Eight things I don't like:
Guy's girls
People who pass the buck in work
Men who are mean with money
Pointless meetings about idiotic projects
Condescending elderly colleagues
Missed calls from private numbers - with no message
Having to pay for a TV license when I already pay for Sky
Putting the duvet cover back on the duvet - this is ridiculously difficult.
I'm tagging:
Victor Barry
Rapture Ponies
The Portmanteau
Lottie
AAAAAND....
Rick
Monday, April 27, 2009
Cork Fashion Weak
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Running away

I'm really getting into this exercise thing. I've been for a walk/run (run for five minutes, walk for ten, run for five etc...) every day since Sunday. I'm like Linford fucking Christie over here. You always assume that, should you have to, you could run like the clappers. Scarily, this is not the case. I discovered I can run for five minutes. Any more than that and I throw up, whether there's an murderous axe-wielding rapist running after me or not. I always thought I'd escape, but unless the rapist is more unfit than me, I doubt I would. You can bet he'd have been working out too so I'd have no hope, unless the throwing up put him off, which it might.
What I have noticed is that running and exercise in general punches stress and worry right in the face. When you're trying to figure out if your lung is about to give up, you don't have time for office politics and other assorted brain litter. It's brilliant.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I don't get it

This is the €12 sellout shoe that has become the fastest selling item in Primark/Penney's history. The candy pink version (the one pictured is the red, for the colour blind among you) is being hawked on eBay at twice the price. Some bitches be trippin'.
One seller describes the shoe as "A MUST-HAVE ACCESSORY FOR CLUBBING & FUN FILLED NIGHTS".
I think that says it all.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Vicky Kavanagh has no problem "per se"

Someone just sent me a link to this riveting piece of commentary.
"The Sexy Pedestrian blog didn’t have anything particularly wrong with it per se. Written by a journalist from Cork, it did provide information on both spend and splurge items and the ‘Most Popular Blogs List’ was very handy for looking at some of her best work. I think my hesitance towards this site was that it lacks uniqueness and it would be easy to get uninterested with it quite quickly."
Hang on a second. What? It's yay or nay motherfucker!
Vicky giveth and Vicky taketh away - 'This provides information on items in various price ranges and a handy list... both of which I am basically uninterested in.'
TS Pedestrian, despite being different from the other sites mentioned, "lacks uniqueness".
Vicky's crushing disappointment doesn't end with Pedestrian, "The next, Dublin Streets, to me was not a fashion blog at all. Mainly consisting of pictures of random people around the streets of Dublin it looked like the extended section of a magazine that does style spots on the average person. Even the pictures didn’t exactly demonstrate cutting edge fashion - just normal everyday clothes (skinny jeans featured heavily)."
Now why would that be, Vicky? Let's squeeze our eyes shut really tight and think and think and think. Would it be that Dublin Streets photograph random people in Dublin? Where in Dublin? Stay with me Vicky... you can do it, that's right... on the street! You're dead right though, it is a shame that people don't make more of an effort, despite the fact they don't know they're going to be photographed. An occasional toga or a pair of culottes would go down a treat, but dressing up would defeat the purpose really, wouldn't it?
What the fuck is cutting edge fashion anyway? I'd love to know what kind of far-out shit goes down inside the gates of DCU, but I'm pretty sure that, even if Cutting Edge Vicky is wearing nothing but a Viking helmet, Balmain shoulder pads and a vacant expression, skinny jeans are still pretty much the order of the day.
"Now I can hear your thoughts already." she whines, "Irish people giving advice on fashion and beauty? Us Irish are known for many things: the craic, the Guinness, the potatoes. But fashion? Not so much."
Potatoes. The classic lazy 'Oirish' reference. Aren't we all mad Irish people and aren't we all made entirely out of potatoes and Guinness.
Maybe instead of making lazy observations, the Vickster could use her potato head to create the unique, cutting edge blog she's looking for, there's obviously a gap in the market for a really super one.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
He can NOT be serious

Liam Gallagher has announced the launch of Pretty Green, his own clothing brand. The debut collection will be available from June exclusively on the official website, www.prettygreen.com while a special limited edition capsule collection will be available exclusively in Japan. A premium wholesale collection will be launched internationally soon after. For behind the scenes updates exclusively by Liam and previews of the log onto the Pretty Green community – www.prettygreen.com/community.
Not just a clothing line, a community.
Says the unibrowed one: "Clothes and music are my passion. I'm not here to rip anyone off and I'm not doing it for the money either. I'm doing it cuz there's a lack of stuff out there of the things I would wear."
Liam Gallagher 2009
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