Garnier BB Cream

I know I don't normally review beauty products, purely because there are so many blogs out there that focus on cosmetics, and I really don't know enough about these things to try and compete..
However, whilst I do not profess to know much about make up and cosmetics, I do use them. Quite alot.
An issue that I have found recently is that so many foundations on the market seem to be made for people wanting to create a liquid to concrete, bullet proof mask for their face..

This is not the look I am going for.

I do admit to the fact I don't look after my skin anywhere near as well as I should and am frequently reprimanded by my friends for my lack of skin care regime. Apologies that I am sometimes just too lazy to take my make up off, but having never particularly sufffered from bad skin, I seem to have grown immune to the after effects that many seem to suffer with.

Despite not having frequent outbursts of acne, I can't say I have the perfect porcelain complexion, meaning I do have to resort to some form of cover up..
So, last month when my old foundation ran out, I went on the hunt for a new product.

Having seen adverts for the new Garnier Miracle Skin Perfector BB (blemish balm) Cream, I cannot say I was convinced, although the concept seemed ideal. For those of you that haven't yet seen the advert, this cream is said to combine the concepts of skin care, and make up into one handy cream, with moisturising and concealing qualities.  I decided to risk the £7 price tag and give it a go.

After 3 weeks of using the cream, I have to say I am suitably impressed and would recommend the product to anyone looking for just that little bit of help in achieving a flawles complexion, without looking overdone.

Upon first application, the product does feel greasy, but providing you wait a few minutes before applying the rest of your make up, this did not prove an issue. Throughout the day my skin felt moisturised, but not shiny, giving me a natural looking level of coverage.

Another positive of this product is that it is so so easy to apply. Simply squirt a bit on your fingers and rub into your face! No brushes, no streaks, easy.

So if you were contemplating buying this product, I am telling you to go out and do it. So many products are tagetted for long lasting, clubbing proof durability, Garnier has found a real gap in the market, promoting a natural looking product designed to be used during the day for a natural and fresh face!

P.S it also smells REALLY good..

Perfection

Every time you pick up a magazine do you feel jealous?
I look at the perfect complexions and figures of the celebrities plastered across my screen and I know that even if I wasn't interested in the salacious gossip of the A- listers, I still wouldn't be able to escape the perfection of these people. It would be impossible. All you have to do is turn on the TV, open a newspaper or go to the cinema and the beauty is pushed right up into your face.
I don't enjoy knowing that I succumb to the pressure. I don't enjoy the fact that quite a lot of my thoughts throughout the day focus on whether I’m a dark enough shade of orange, whether my hair has gone frizzy, or just how big my bum looks in my jeans. It's a difficult mindset to get yourself out of once you've become too involved. People can tease you about being high maintenance and trying to be a Barbie, but do you not think their reaction would be far greater if you turned up for a night out in trainers, a tracksuit with greasy pulled back hair and no makeup?
I'm not a skinny girl, despite my efforts, and on occasion the obsession with my weight really does begin to take over. Diets with me tend to be either failures from the beginning or month long battles with myself where after all my hard work, the weight reappears again distinctly quicker than it left.

I know everyone has their hang-ups... but if we lived in a world where celebrities didn't hide or cut off their own imperfections, then maybe everyday people wouldn't be so ashamed of theirs, and we could move past this phase of fakery, with diets, hair style tips, and caked on makeup, and bring back normal people.

 

Steak and blowjob day..

Show your man how much you care. By cooking him meat and performing sexual favours? Would they not prefer me to run them a bubble bath and present them with a bunch of flowers?

It's very easy to see the way to a man's heart. Most girls I know would be more than happy if on the rare occasion their partner spnotaneously arrived at their house with a simple bunch of flowers, even the petrol station variety would usually suffice. Why is it that men feel they should have a day where they get what they want? As far as I was aware men always seem to get waited on hand and foot , so it hardly seems appropriate that they should have a special day assigned for it..

Anyway, let them have their day if it is so important to them. Personally, I can't wait for the new Chocolate and Diamonds day that I have just put in place. Now let's see how keen they are on keeping to these yearly traditions..

Top of the league, you're having a laugh!

So Manchester United have done it, for now at least, and have reached that illustrious goal of the premiership top spot!

Yesterday afternoon, United and City fans sat and watched events unfold as Manchester City lost 1-0 to under dogs Swansea, whilst Rooney managed to put two goals past WBA, securing them a much needed win. With City not gaining any points, it meant United overtook their 66 points and went top, with 1 point to spare. Manchester City had been sat at the top of the table for 5 months, with United desperately chasing behind them, luckily Swansea did United a favour and after months of playing catch up, they were finally rewarded.

For a while it looked as though United were going to have to settle with remaining at second place, as the game at the Liberty Stadium looked certain to end in a goalless draw, but seven minutes from time, Luke Moore guided in Wayne Routledge's cross to put Swansea in front, undoubtedly provoking mass excitement from any United fans watching.

Obviously the games weren't without the controversy. Micah Richards late effort really could have saved the day for City, until Sian Massey ruled he was offside (who needs Howard Webb eh?)

Swansea had their fair share of drama as well, the game could have been far less tense had Scott Sinclair not missed his penalty early on in the game. It was a weak effort from the midfielder, allowing Hart to make an easy save. Sinclair had not previously missed a penalty in 14 attempts, luckily his error did not cost them the game.

Manchester United's game only slightly less dramatic, with Rooney giving Hernandez a helping hand in the first half, giving him his 25th goal of the season, and then making it 2-0 from the penalty spot in the second half. Danny Welbeck disappointed fans when he failed to score in the second half, after making it past the keeper before missing an open goal. Alex Ferguson expressed his confidence that the game was won with 20 minutes to go, when the hightly rated Paul Pogba was brought on for Scholes, provoking loud cheers from the crowd.
It was a difficult game for WBA who, after being reduced to 10 men, really struggled to get back in the game. Manager Roy Hodgson  wasn't overly impressed with the performance after Rooney's first goal"I didn't think we were attacking as well as we could do in that period. When we won the ball back we lost it too quickly and easily.''

Spirits were high at Old Trafford, but no cheer was louder than after the result at the Liberty Stadium score was announced.

United are now favourites to win their 20th title, after having taken top place with only ten games to go. Mancini isn't worried, Fergie is confident. Whatever happens, it's safe to say the Manchester derby on the 30th April is going to be a match not to miss!

When I grow up..

‘So what do you want to do when you finish University?’ the question that strikes terror into my soul every time it is asked. Up until recently I was honest with the majority of people that asked me, boring them with the details of my passion for writing and how one day I hope to be a well known journalist. However, I swiftly stopped divulging this information when it became apparent that this automatically transforms me into a subject of ridicule. ‘A journalist?!’ they’d laugh. ‘What do you want to be a journalist for? Awful pay, long hours, constant deadlines.’ So I am now trying a different approach.

How about telling everyone I want to be a model? An actress? A singing sensation? Unfortunately having reached the grand old age of 21, I am far too old to ever consider entering any of these fields, not to mention the fact I’d need a job just to finance all the cosmetic surgery I’d need to get myself through the door. ‘People prefer curves?’ Yeah, I heard that rumour as well. Apparently Simon Cowell and the bosses at Vogue don’t agree.



The curvy girls of Vogue

How about giving something back to the community? Doing my bit for the younger generations and becoming a primary school teacher? This is something I have previously considered, and was told by numerous people how good I’d be (they clearly aren’t aware of my phobia of sticky fingers).The long holidays are just the kind of job satisfaction I look for, and getting a lunch hour, tea break and finishing at half past 3 every day really did appeal to me. My mind was swiftly altered when a young teacher came into a lecture to give us all a talk on the wonders of giving the gift of education. This 20 something trainee preceded to inform us all how two boys in the class she was teaching, had tied a piece of string between two tables either side of a walk way, then sat and watched while the she tripped over it, nearly cracking her head open on the concrete floor. Now, despite being very in favour of the lengthy holidays, I would prefer a job where I can almost guarantee an injury free day. Maybe if the government introduce some sort of teacher’s injury insurance plan then I’ll reconsider. Until then, I think I’ll steer well clear of the 5- 15 age bracket.

So if I can’t help the world by offering my worldly knowledge to the youths of today, maybe I’ll try healing the sick and wounded? Just call me the Florence Nightingale of the 21^st century. Hold on though, don’t you need some sort of qualification to administer potentially harmful drugs these days? Something about a 4 year university course springs to mind. Not sure what all the fuss is about anyway, why on earth would you need to learn about all the different symptoms to help diagnose illness? Is that not what Google’s for? Despite my protests it would appear that I am hugely unqualified for a career in medicine, so I guess that’s another option to cross off the list.

So what else am I good at? What skills could I put towards building a career?

Previous ambitions included becoming a Princess, but since I’ve always preferred William, and he’s just got married, I think that career path may well need scrapping as well. Honestly though, I really think I’d have been an asset to the Royal Family, I’ve been practicing the wave since I was 9, and used to make myself a royal carriage out dining room chairs and bed sheets. So tell me William, what’s Kate Middy got that I haven’t?

So to be quite honest, I really am out of ideas. Not that it would help me if I had any. The majority of graduates I know have been out of university for over 6 months now, and are still working in the same jobs they had when they were 16. The basic principle of getting a good education really does not seem to be enough anymore, with everyone who’s anyone having 73 work placements lined up in summer, a cousin who is best friends with the editor of a national newspaper and the queen as a friend on Facebook. I guess my only option for now is to keep my dirty little secret of wanting to become a journalist to myself, and hope that bashing away at my keyboard every day will ultimately result in someone, somewhere finding me interesting enough to offer me a disappointing salary at a village newspaper that only 7 people buy. Here’s to hoping.

Until then, I think we could all take a leaf out of this guy’s book when it comes to imagination..

I am a terrible person

I recognise that I have committed the cardinal sin in the world of blogging- I have not posted anything for well over a month now.

I have no acceptable excuse, what I have done is unforgivable. What I have done, to try and make it up to you, is written a beautifully large piece for the student newspaper, which  I will copy into this entry, just so you can have a read.

Once again I can only apologise, and you have my word that I'll be back to my usual blogging ways from now on!

Take me out- 'Are you tuned in, or turned off?'

Having recently started its 3^rd series on ITV, Take Me Out is a guilty pleasure that so many of us choose to indulge in. In case you’ve been living under a rock and are unaware of the format, I’ll fill you in. The idea of the show is for a man to come out and try to impress 30 scantily dressed, over made up, and sometimes quite terrifying women. If the women are ‘turned off’ then they turn off the light they are standing behind, if they are ‘turned on’ they keep their light on, with the general motto of the show: ‘No likey, no lighty!’

Hosted by Paddy McGuiness, the show was obviously never intended to be intellectually challenging, but what is it about this program that gets us all hooked? What is it that makes us want to watch the often painful process of 30 desperate women concocting cheesy responses to suggestive questions, all in the vague hope of being picked, purely on face value, for a date with a total stranger?

Your guess really is as good as mine. Is this what society has come to? Do girls really feel the only way to get a date is to go on TV dolled up to the nines and rely on their looks to blag them a date with a guy that could be anyone? And in this series there have been some real gems. Amongst the girls is Toni Anwyll, an ex of footballer Joey Barton, mother of a child with Bristol City player Nicky Hunt and linked to Desperate Scousewives star Joe McMahon. It doesn’t stop there though, Toni has apparently voiced her desire to attract the attentions of Take Me Out: The Gossip’s host, and ex TOWIE babe, Mark Wright. Friends have described her as fame hungry and desperate to be a reality TV star, so it’s no wonder she seemed to get overexcited when Saturday night saw Harry from McFly feature as a friend of a male contestant. Unfortunately she still didn’t manage to get a date.

As well as wannabe WAGs the show has also had the honour of featuring not one, but two escorts this series, one in the form of Wen- Jing Mo who revealed herself as having been a £200 an hour prostitute. Wen managed to bag herself a date with Aaron Withers, who then supposedly ‘manipulated her into bed’, only for her to learn of his own sordid past. Aaron was found to have been a £50 an hour escort (not of the same class as Wen clearly) and also of having a criminal conviction for attacking a female and her boyfriend with a pool cue in a pub brawl. Now, if that’s not boyfriend material I just don’t know what is. ITV decided not to reveal footage of the couples date on the infamous Isle of Fernandos as they were rightly embarrassed that both members had slipped through the careful checks that occur during the selection process.

Other reports surrounding the current series includes rumours of a 48 hour sex party thrown by one of the contestants in a rented multi million pound mansion. However, that might be a decision they live to regret as the 90 plus entourage reportedly caused several thousand pounds of damage whilst guzzling away £3000 worth of alcohol.

So what is it about this crazy, scandal infested, repetitive show that keeps us watching every week? Are we really that bothered whether these people manage to get a date? And what self respecting person would sign up to go on it in the first place? All we can hope, escorts and criminal convictions aside, is that they go on the show for the same reason we watch it: for some light entertainment and a good bit of fun. If, however they truly do go on it with the hope of finding Mr. Right, well then they deserve all they get. So until you find yourself dropping out of Uni to pursue your long life dream of appearing on the show, then there really is nothing wrong with that weekly dose of ‘No likey, no lighty!’