Cut-Out Swimsuits And Other Yucky Things

Yesterday, I had a conversation with two Twitter peoples – @ArtisanGaynor and @SuggestDigest about horrid fashion. Lucy joined in at the point were shoes were brought up, too. It started with wet – look leggings (YUCK) and ended with the defence of jelly shoes with this pair as the example –

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Westwood, photo copyright Idris - George

But later, I came across this article –
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2359491/Cut-swimsuits-slammed-biggest-summer-holiday-fashion-crime-yes-WORSE-socks-sandals.html

A survey carried out by Sunshine.co.uk showed what the British public think are the top summer fashion yuckies – and I have opinions on all of them. I shall comment as I go.

1. Cut out swimsuits –
This was voted as the WORST by over 50 percent of respondents. Men AND women. I hate this current trend of missing fabric from clothes. Especially on the Midlands, where ‘the look’ is scraggy hair, hoops, clothes a size too tight and muffin toppage. No please.

2. Socks and sandals –
I have a friend who did this once. He got mocked. He never did it again. Lesson – learnt.

3. Speedos –
If you’re an Olympic swimmer, go ahead. If you’re my Dad, please, wear some shorts. You can’t carry it off.

4. Ill fitting bikinis –
Try before you buy, yeah? Changing rooms exist. I don’t need to see your boobies falling out.

5. Hawaiian Shirts –
Ok, I kinda like these. Sometimes.

6. Patriotic clothing (e.g. England shirt or Union Jack clothes –
Events, festivals, sports and celebrations. Not an advert saying ‘I AM BRITISH AND HERE TO GET PISSED’.

7. Sun visors –
They still make these?

8. Maxi dresses –
I’m too short for these. There’s an extra foot of fabric trailing behind me. I’d love to, but i’m bitter. Suits people with darker skin more. White people, beware.

9. Oversized hats –
HEY! I have one of those!

10. Wedges –
These are the only heels I can walk in 😦 kind of walk on 😥 OK I can’t walk in heels. Shush.

George

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May Day Weekend Results

It’s May Day weekend! Well, actually, it’s May Day itself now, a Bank Holiday, which means nothing because I am not working. Other than the fact that the bank is taking a day longer to clear my tax refund.

So, to recap this weekend. On Friday, I spent the WHOLE DAY refreshing my emails for the last possible day the mark for TMA03 could be sent through. By late afternoon, I was actually rationing my refresh rate to once per quarter hour, as my brain was genuinely going crazy…

I even had the OU website open with StudentHome up so I could refresh the page that my results got posted to. Then, just after 10pm, I saw my mark had appeared on the website!

I was so happy, I got exactly the same mark as I did last time! I’m not sure how the marks were split between the essay and the plan, but if it was weighted fairly, then 33.3%r would be for the plan, leaving 66.6%r for the essay. If this was the case, I believe I did quite poorly for the plan, but made up for it on the essay itself. I’M SO HAPPY! I had started to worry a bit.

I’ve worked out that under the OU marking guide, i’m at a 2.1, which is the lowest I need to reasonably succeed in getting a job placement or training. I’m good with this, but want to push for those extra marks! I really need some work experience now though.

Next Wednesday, I start my teaching assistant course. I imagine lots of paperwork and formalities for the first session.

Bank Holiday Madness!

Monday was a Bank Holiday.  You all know what a Bank Holiday is, right?  For those of you that don’t, this is Wikipedia’s definition –

A bank holiday is a public holiday in the United Kingdom or a colloquialism for public holiday in Ireland.  There is no automatic right to time off on these days, although the majority of the population is granted time off work or extra pay for working on these days, depending on their contract.  The first official bank holidays were the four days named in the Bank Holidays Act 1871, but today the term is colloquially (albeit incorrectly) used for public holidays which are not officially bank holidays, for example Good Friday and Christmas Day.

I don’t use this term colloquially, as it actually WAS a Bank Holiday.  I think.  Anyway, as per the norm in my household, we went shopping, as we do every single day, aside from Sundays.  Usually, the roads are kinda busy, the supermarkets are packed with people panic – buying various items, and children are running amok in the aisles.  When we approached the car park, however, we noticed it was distinctly empty.  YAY!  It turned out, so was Asda.  That was brilliant, I thought, as I have quite a dislike for the process of shopping itself, the ‘excuse me’, the pushing past ignorant people who pretend not to hear you, being run over by trollies, the noise, queueing . . . ugh, queueing.  Great British pastime, queueing and moaning at the same time.  It also meant I could get pick of the leftover eggs.  Easter eggs. Mmmm.

Nope.  There were none.  NONE!  Well, there were a few, but they were broken ones, and I don’t like eating food that has broken in the packet already.  😦  Much disappointment for me.  So I bought myself a block of cheese and made cheese, onion and meatball toasties instead.

Happy Bank Holiday – Day.  Now go back to work.

George