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Why Gangnam Style is So Culturally Important

A few months ago, I heard Husband laughing heartily in his office, followed by a yell of “Hun, you HAVE to come and see this”, so I went in and watched what can only be described as  the video for one of the most sublime pop songs I’d ever heard. It had a catchy tune, a killer beat, (and this was the clincher for me) a dance that I could do to accompany it. Could I sing along to it? No, not without a few thousand hours of Korean lessons, but it didn’t matter. Over the next few weeks, we listened to Gangnam Style at least once a day, usually while Husband was trying to work and Sausage and I were horsing around his office, but it made us all laugh.

Then, Husband mentioned that he had Psy’s (the singer of Gangnam Style) album, which I started listening to while I was jogging. It’s a mixture of classic pop and funky R&B sounding tunes and it’s obvious that Psy has real talent. Of course he does, the bloke has released 7 albums and 18 singles. People have obviously responded, it’s become an enormous phenomenon all over the world, reaching Number One in the singles charts in approx. 23 countries and charting highly in dozens of others. It’s had almost half a billion views on YouTube, and that’s just the official version. As far as I’m aware, this is the first time a Korean-language song has even charted in a country outside of Korea, so the achievement is incredible.

The reason that I think this is so significant is that it seems to have opened the whole world up to something a bit new. Aside from the fact that we’re having fun and taking the mickey out of ourselves, just a little bit, we’re listening to music IN A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE. It sounds ridiculous, but this is a huge  deal. England in particular seems to be full of people who don’t want to experience things outside of their scope of comprehension. If I had a pound for every time I’d heard someone say “Nah, I haven’t seen Amelie, it’s got subtitles, innit?” I’d have…well, a fair few quid. I want to scream and shout and strangle people because they, through wilful ignorance, don’t even know what they’re missing out on. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Because English is so widely spoken in the world, we seem to have this sense of linguistic entitlement and feel that people or other things are worthless if they don’t communicate in our language. I know someone who lives in a foreign country and has done for many years and when I asked if he was fluent in their native tongue he said “Well no, we only really talk to English people out there…” which really shocked me.

We’ve encouraged Sausage to be as broad minded as possible and I genuinely hope that something a simple as a slightly spoofy K-Pop song has got the ball rolling in opening more people up to other cultures and made some much needed reparations to peoples opinions of multiculturalism.

And to Psy – we thank you, for so many things. But most of all, for the dancing.

I’d love to know what you think of all of this. And more importantly….can you do that dance?!

Monday Mobile

I saw this linky (created by Cakes, Photos, Life) on one of Annie of Mammasaurus fame’s many, many sites and thought I’d join in. The rules are simple:

1) image from a mobile device, add a story about if you wish on your post

2) enjoy and link up 

We had fish and chips for tea one night last week and Sausage’s kids meal came with a Pirate disguise kit. Being the dedicated blogger that I am, I OBVS took a photo of me wearing it and saved the photo for later use. I think I make rather an awesome pirate, don’t you? AARRRGGGGHHHHH!

Anyway, if you have a mobile photo that you’re dying to link up, add it below and don’t forget to show comment love to the other links 🙂

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That’s Enough, Steve Carell

Let me begin by saying, I really like Steve Carell. He’s a good actor, I tend to like the roles he plays, he seems like an all-round good stick.

But he’s getting on my nerves.

So far this week, we’ve heard him doing voices in Despicable Me, Over the Hedge and Horton Hears a Who. It’s not an over-saturation problem as such, like with certain celebs. Like how, a few years ago, I got genuinely so sick to the back teeth of seeing Johnny Depp in EVERYTHING Tim Burton did. I know he’s good and all that, but I’m bored with him now. No. It’s because I have to try to work out a way to explain to Sausage why Gru, Hammy and Ned McDodd the Mayor of Whoville all sound the bloody same, without ruining the magic for her!

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Royally Tits Up?

So, the French press have papped our Kate with her boobies out, eh? A source said this:

“There is a feeling of anger and disbelief about these photographs,” 

Apparently the Royals are unfamiliar with the lengths that the French papparazi will to to get a picture…*insert smiley for IRONY that hasn’t even been invented yet*

Errr, REALLY? Anger…and disbelief?

“We feel there has been a red line crossed with regard to publishing these images.”

Usually, it’s just a line that gets crossed, but when it’s the Royals, it’s a red line. I might have known they’d get a more fancy line than everyone else…*insert bitter mutterings about our tax money paying for aforementioned fancy red line*

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Saturday is Caption Day!

I thought I’d have a go at linking up with the lovely Mammasaurus’ ‘Sat Cap’ linky today and this is my offering:

“If I hold the card here long enough, maybe she won’t notice my monkey assistant aiming his camera up her skirt…”

Leave a caption in the comments below and don’t forget to head over to Mammasaurus to take a look at all of the other entries.


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Friday Funny- You Need This in Your Life.

This man is my new favourite comedian, bar none (sorry, Mickey Flanagan…). His name is Louis CK and I don’t think I’ve ever found a comedian as relatable as him, most of his jokes are about being a parent. It’s a bit near the knuckle, probably not one to watch at work or around the kids, but check out these clips:

Louis sells all of his own material, directly through his site and I highly recommend ALL. OF. IT. I can’t remember the last time I laughed as much as I do when I watch or listen to him.

(Little tip: if you buy his audio, don’t listen to it when driving down an A-road at 70mph. It’s just not safe)

So yeah, go buy it, I think there’s one of his stand up shows on there for $5 at the moment, so you have very little to lose and oh so  much to gain. If you don’t find it even a tiny bit funny, I’ll give you your money back** So far, he’s made a million dollars from his Carnegie Hall show, a huge percentage of which has gone to charities.

DO IT.

**Of course, I won’t actually give you your money back, that would just be silly.

Yoda, The Unintentional Whore.

Anyone who has been, you know, ALIVE in the last 35 years has heard of Yoda. Even if you aren’t a Star Wars fan, you know who he is. I bet you can even quote him too, in his voice, without having seen the film. He’s a beloved little green dude who is the wisest creature to have ever lived and can pull the biggest and most unexpected can of whoopass out of the bag that you’ve ever seen. Give the bloke a lightsaber and you’re in all kinds of trouble.

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My First Ever Black Eye

Any of my eagle-eyed Twitter chums may have noticed this on Sunday:

I was secretly hoping it’d turn into a proper shiner, making me look like a female boxer or something, but alas it’s not that dramatic. It also occurred to me that a woman with a black eye raises certain questions, so every time I go anywhere and catch someone looking, I’ve been loudly proclaiming “LOOK WHAT MY KID DID TO ME!” just in case people think I’m a victim of domestic violence.

Anyway, just in case you’re interested in The Life and Times of my Shiner (I’m obsessed with it, I look in the mirror about 50 times a day at the moment), here’s a gallery of its cycle. Weirdly, the one with just a tiny cut is just after it happened and the one with all of the autumnal-shaded bruising is the latest photo, taken today.

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The Best Sausageism EVER.

Husband has been working for a new magazine in the USA, which means that his working day starts about half an hour before I get home, so we sometimes (shock, horror!) bridge the gap by sticking the telly on for Sausage until I get in. We’ve got a media server set up so that anything that’s on our PC and external hard drive can be watched wirelessly through our PS3 on the big TV in the lounge. Sausage has got pretty good at navigating her way through the menus and will choose from her huge folder full of Dexter’s Lab box sets and the like.

The other day, I walked up to the door and Husband was waiting for me. He said “Shh, come with me and see what Sausage is watching…”, so I followed him stealthily into the sitting room, where Sausage was watching, and laughing hysterically in all the right places to The Golden Girls; but wait, it gets better…

Sausage suddenly noticed I was behind her and got all excited and said “Mummy, look, I’m watching this programme, it’s soooo funny” then turned round, pointed at Bea Arthur and said “AND LOOK, IT’S GOT A MAN IN IT, DRESSED AS A LADY!!”.

Best. Kid. Ever.

What Will I Be When I Grow Up?

When I was a kid, I could never make my mind up about what I wanted to be when I grew up. The thought of going to University scared the crap out of me because it meant that I’d have to make a decision and stick to it. In fact, I went to a grammar school which is currently rated at 8th in the entire UK for results and the pressure was on from an early age.

At 13, we had to do really well in our end-of-year exams so that we’d be allowed to take the subjects we wanted at G.C.S.E when we took our options and of course you must choose the right G.C.S.E’s so that you have the right subjects to allow you to study at A-Level, which in turn would need to correspond with what you want to study at University….”AAaaarrgghhh, ENOUGH”, my tiny, thirteen year old brain screamed. In fact, seeing as I was one of the youngest in the year, I was probably 12. “No…” I wanted say “no, I do NOT know what I want to work as until I can draw my pension in approximately 60 years time”.

The problem I have now is that I never seemed to quite snap out of that mentality. It’s not so much that I don’t know what I want to be, it’s that I want to be everything! At the moment, I have three jobs. I work in an Accountants office as an assistant and general jack-of-all trades doing payroll, basic accounts and crap like that. I also manage some Social Media pages for a couple of brands and I also pick up the odd bit of freelance writing here and there. Three pretty different jobs and strangely, I actually feel quite satiated, in terms of my career.

The thing is, I still have it in the back of my mind that I’ll still get to be an astronaut one day or that someone will walk past my bathroom window, hear me singing my heart out and offer me a record deal and world tour. That’s not to mention the book I want to write, the career as a stand-up, the prime time TV comedy that I’m going to both write and star in. And I’m not even exaggerating here, these are all genuine aspirations of mine.

When I was in my last year of school, I was determined that I was going to join the RAF. I wanted to sign up, get sponsored by them to attend Uni and then learn to fly planes. Then, I was told in an interview with their careers officer that I couldn’t fly planes as I’m as myopic as a bat and as coordinated as Bez after taking a heroic amount of Ecstasy. So, that scuppered that little fantasy and I don’t think I’ve ever got over the disappointment.

The thing is, I’m going to be 30 in a couple of years and I really need to start knuckling down. Just after Sausage was born I started an OU degree in Psychology but two yeas and 120 UCAS points later and I’ve realised that I think Freud was a twat. So, where do I go now. Well, I’ve signed up to do my Accounts Technician Training. I don’t want to be in my thirties and have the same earning potential as I did when I was 18, so fuck it, let’s have a go.

But in the meantime, if anyone needs me to stand in for them in a Broadway show or ghost write their life story, I’m happy to give that a punt too!