How the do you serve a cheese egg?
I am addicted to woman’s weekly magazines, the only place in the history of the world where the words “pricey”, “hubby” and worse “hunky hubby” are used a LOT. It have started taking pictures of the worse handy tips from these in a bid to cure myself – I am going to start making up ridiculous ideas and sending them in;
Surely this person has got to be taking the piss? These do not look funky. They look crap and you will appear to outsiders the kind of person who makes hats out of tin foil.
This woman is 23 and wears shoes like that? Strutt your stuff? She has to be at least 40.
These magazines are a rich seam of crap… …there is a psychic mutt to tell you if your dead pets are happy on the ‘other side’ and break ups are ALWAYS described as “in time we drifted apart”. The editors letters are so mundane you would happily use a date rape drug on yourself as long as you don’t have to hear their ‘hilarious’ tales. The writer of any letters published feel the need to be identified by their street and just Mrs (insert surname), and I hate but desire these magazines in equal measure.
Several publications have also started a ‘ten uses for’ column. Using “egg shell to decorate a mirror for a snazzy look” was an all time low, along with “hang a large chain from your kitchen ceiling so you always have somewhere to hang your bananas”. Oh please I would rather hang myself.
Life is absolutely too short for this kind of nonsense
