History Ahoy! Meme Fest.

Well ding dong!

How are we doing my lovelies? I am very well, indeed! I have just been a busy bee moving into a new job. I hope your lives have been full of excitement? Do tell, I love gossip. Anyway, due to my job change I haven’t been up many adventures (or any that don’t end with a hangover and are so blurred I barely remember a blog posts’ worth, goodtimes.)

What hasn’t been lazy these past few weeks, is our good old friend, the internet. Oh no. So today’s posts is a memes post, because you know how highbrow I am. As I have just eaten the biggest roast dinner ever and am unable to move, I was able to sit down long enough to have a theme for my meme fest – History. Enjoy!

Cool.Cheers. I’ll put it in my bathroom.

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Some asses just need to be put on a vase. I am still hoping. #hint

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Everything’s just better with lightsabers.

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Every.Damn.Time.  I never forget the Cheese And Onion Walkers crisps though. They literally just jump into my basket.

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I say this at least thrice a day #relate

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Still love this phone. I had to use one the other day as an emergency phone. Spent the whole day playing snake 2. I am not even ashamed.

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I’d actually like to hear it. I’d bring a tambourine and we’d jam. Actually, I went to a jam for the first time last week. I got to ring a bell and was shit rubbish at it.

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For my minion fan readers <3  I thought you’d like this!

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Snazzy hat.

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Anyway I am ofski to try and work off this post roast dinner bloat. Pray for me. I can’t stop nibbing on the left over roast potatoes.

Love, love, BP <3 Xx

What I did this week.

Lionel. Any excuse.

Its been a busy week for me BBz. The non blogging world has certainly been a buzz, which is never a bad thing and I like to be kept on my feet. I’ve also had a bout of the man flu, so have been confined to my bed just sleeping and eating my pain. Nothing new there then.

Hopefully some of you have managed to keep to your new years resolutions. I have managed to keep ( kinda ) to one of mine, so I am feeling rather nifty about that. The rest, well they can be considered “slung out the window” until January 2016. Otherwise life is good, apart from a severe case of writers block. Which isn’t useful, especially as I am in the process of completing an article for tit-bits.co.uk. Whats a girl to do? I need to find inspiration and fast. Usually waffling on here get my juices flowing but alas, I am waffling but no creative juice is being squeezed. Humph.

In a quest to find inspiration I have been mainly perving on vintage dresses. Because that is my bag baby. Since it has been a week since my last post, I can share another dress of the week ( see being fashionably late can be good for somethings) This weeks is –

Marie Antoinette Court gown 1778-79 This is a modern costume created by Atelier Caraco, though it is indeed a recreation of one of Marie Antoinette’s court gowns! :)

Marie Antoinette Court gown 1778-79 This is a modern costume created by Atelier Caraco.

I also stumbled upon this interesting article about historical fashion

This has also caused me to become a big pinterest whore. Huge. I’m late to the pinning party I know, but shut up!! Follow my exploits here <3 . Here are a few accounts I have been following as of late –

Fashions of Yesteryear 

1800’s fahions 

Any recommendations are welcomed! Anyway I am going to go and get all tucked up in bed with a Lemsip. Eurgh, is there anything on earth worse than a Lemsip.

I hate the bastard. needs must!

Night, night BP Xx

Meme me up!

Hi di hi Peeps,

It’s been a bit of a bittersweet weekend for moi, as the boy has left London to go back on tour ( boo!) In times like this I recommend good friends ( thanks kazbo) wine, and of course Memes. I won’t lie, I am feeling pretty glum, but it’s nothing that I didn’t expect to feel from day dot. It’s just never easy to deal with, even when you do prepare yourself.

Any how, chin up and carry on. There is worse shiz in the world than me not getting to see the see the boy everyday, and the fact is, I got to see him everyday for 6 months. That is more that most Army wags get ( and yes, I hate using the phase Army WAGS, if you can come up with something better, dammit I’ll take it!)

Anyway, after a few hours pillaging the internet, here is my most recent selection of internet merriment –

To be fair, I prefer the miley, twerk it!

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( before you cry anti feminist, I’ve discussed her before here) Will that blog be coming back you cry!..yes, but in due course BBz

This is what my dream car is made of. *still* one of my favourite songs ever, and with a great message – trust those who like big butts, for they cannot lie. Don’t say I never teach you anything.

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You had one job Mike, one job.

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NO. I CANNI HANDLE THE POWER!!!

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I like big ducks and I cannot lie.

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Oh Stephen, you’re such a G.

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We’ve all been there.

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*wipes tear* now this is true art. I am actually proud to be British when I see this.

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Going by the typo ratio of this blog, it’s pretty obvious that I have trouble without autocorrect , so I never stood a chance.

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But MOOOOOOMMM!No idea why I found this funny, but everytime I literally pee a little.

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Let it never be said that I am not hydrated.

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When you put it like this, yeah, let’s get fat!

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Meme + Anne = happy moi!

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It is Monday after all.

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If we can’t laugh at ourselves..

Actually, yeah with some salad and nice sauce. Thanks

Major shout out to dumpaday , a site that never fails to bring me humorous picture joy.

Have a great Monday Lovelies, and remember, today is a whole week until another Monday...hu-bloody-rah!

Love,love Ms Pudding Xx

#lovelove Thiller Cat

I am actually crying at this. Literally, tears streaming.

Seriously, we may have a found a new Chris Kamara for joy inducement. I have had this on a loop for the past twenty minutes. Amazeballs. The boy has actually had to calm me down thrice, THRICE! 

 

Speaking of Chris (hi chris) he stopped a street robber the other day, as you know, he’s a true G. 

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Oh Chris <3 

Oh thriller cat <3 

Love,love BP Xx 

Today I Was Attacked By My Own shoes, and Other First World Problems.

Today started well. I got up late, and whilst frantically throwing on clothes that didn’t need ironing, I unexpectedly decided upon a fancy pair of shoes that  I had brought years ago, but had only recently been rediscovered whilst moving house. Abandoned and strewn carelessly at the back of my wardrobe, they seduced me away from my old reliable brown boots. In my excited haste I put these fabric treasures on my feet, fluffed my hair and arranged my music ( Cyndi Lauper and MIA coming into my ears) I then began my rush to the office. I was making good time and foolishly began feeling good about myself, hell yeah! floaty skit and heels, looking preeeetty darn good there shug. Suddenly  out of no where it began.  The heel carnage.

The vamparic shoes, in order to keep their brand new shoe like beauty, needed a sacrifice  and that fleshy gift had to be in their callus minds, the backs of my heels. 

The wankers. 

10 minutes away from work and neither half way up nor down, I had a choice to make. This choice I decided was work,and so on my tippy toes, critically balanced in a pair of navel wedges, I carefully hobbled to work using the mantra “it’s only pain”.

When I got to work bedraggled and battle scared, my co workers were amazing and provided plasters.

 

It was in the bathroom as I was cleaning my feet that I remembered why they had been at the back of the wardrobe in the first place. 

Thrown angrily and heartbroken one friday early morn as I hobbled in, numb from medicinal alcohol you understand ( no really, these shoes really are carnivorous) and swiftly forgotten about. Today they sort their revenge. 

The moral of this boring but mainly therapeutic blog post?

Just throw those fucking shoes away when you know they hurt no matter how pretty they are.

 

And now for a selection of the crazy ass things I found on the internet whilst I should of been sorting flat section.

Part one.

Seriously, am I witnessing a kitty rape? Should I call someone or is this like, you know, their “thang”?

 

Me to David, me too.

 

 

erm..

 

We all laugh now but we all know there is nothing more annoying then when a dildo over takes you.

 

 

Cats.

Art.

 

 

 

NOOOOOOO!

 

 

Ok that’s enough internet for now people, let go to the bed, can the last one out turn the lights off please? 

 

Night, night BBz BP xX

 

LND Mayhem

So BP is in London making it even more fierce, and I mean more so than this –

Apologies for being so quiet as of late. I have a very early rise in the morning followed by a loooong commute. Then all my  free time is spent house hunting, which as you can imagine is as close to fun as you can get without actually having any fun! Thus far I have missed an  appointment to a dream room due to clamping of car ( only my boyfriend could achieve this on the one day it really mattered bless him) and then been refused a room in the nicest house ever as I had a boyfriend. Seriously..what do they think I would I do? Have filthy, naked, monkey like sexy time on the kitchen table whilst they ate breakfast?!

Anyway what have I been up too? Well this sums it up –

Living in London

As I have a little time before my beautiful bestie Beave gets back I will share my first part of “Rules of riding the tube”

Part One- 

Rule 1.

Always, ALWAYS get the metro or time out magazine when you can. There is nothing quite like staring at the same tube advertisement for STD checks or over 50’s vitamins for an hour to confirm why you must do this or dare break the eternal code of never looking at another passenger the eye…when in a severe rush and unable to grab a reading prop you can always repeat what I saw one girl do, and just stand staring at the door for 40 minutes with your back to the whole cabin the whole time. Now that’s dedication.

Rule 2.

Unlike the rest of the country, you’re allowed to be as big of a twat as you want on public transport, as it’s every man for themselves unless being a twat means walking really slowly or getting in my way. If that happens I don’t care who you are ( Rhianna)  I am pushing you outta my way, kapeesh?

Rule 3. 

Learn to breathe through your mouth. Just trust me on this one. There is BO and there is London tube BO.

Rule 4. 

Learn to expect the unexpected and pretend it’s perfectly normal.

Any how I hear the drunkard foot steps of my roomie stumbling up the stairs so that is all for now! Once sorted home wise I can finally share the magic that was Snowdon with you all and actual updates etc etc until then, if anyone has a house in Ealing they would like to give me, please send it my way!

Love you all long time BBz.

BP Xx

Oh BTW- 

Tuesday News…*tumbleweed* Pass Me The Wine, stat!

As a dyslexic who blogs and writes for a living,  I can completely relate to this little ditty-

Exciting times ahead peeps, I am currently working on my new blogs and I even branched out into entertainment  (a secret passion of mine) Ch- ch-check out the results here – bunnypuddingblogsthebiz

Having Major spacing issues with wordpress at the minute ( why!?!!!!) So my interviews are suffering, they will be with you asap but may or may not be reallycloselyspacedtogether.

Is it the weekend yet? Seriously having a case of wine ‘o’ bloomin clock from like, 10am every morning at present  ( bloggers please get your shit together and post my articles, no one understands that it’s like, totally you and not me at present and that is a problem! ) But otherwise even more excitement ahead…Snowden on Saturday with team Honk , sponsor me here   and then London town baby.

Busy little bunny! Muchos love BBz and I hope you’re all keeping well?

<3 BP Xx

Tickle Me Tesla!

I still think this is one of the funniest things I have found on the internet..I suppose it’s another Chris Kamara-ra-rasputin style treasure, where it never fails to raise a smile-

Oh Tesla, you enigmatic sex bomb you. Telegraph me some time yeah? 

 

Hope you had a great weekend BBz, me and the boy have had the hangovers from hell today..please pray for us (or if you really care, maybe bring us a bacon sandwich? I will <3 you forever) Anyway the glare of the screen is too much for my humble, hungover little eyes so back to the pit I go. Errr ..

Like an abusive lover I just can’t quit you Jager! 

Night night Lovlies, BP Xx