Friday, 27 April 2007

Creature from the Ugly Basket

Our Eurovision ambassador is at it again. She's on Xarabank this evening and looks like Heidi on crack! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!

Crawl - back - under - your - rock!

I swear her fashion advisers are taking the piss. Or else they're blind. It's cringeworthy viewing. It's embarassing.

Friday, 20 April 2007

Mariu Designs

If you're after beautiful, unique, hand-made jewellery, then take a look at

Mariu Designs


All the jewellery is made from semi-precious stones and cannot be found in shops so you are guaranteed to have a unique piece. Requests are also accepted.


Unfortunately the photo quality is not excellent, but leave a comment, or email if you'd like to see the jewellery in person - you must be in Malta - and an appointment can be set up

Sunday, 1 April 2007

A Diplomatic Incident

I decided to take a look at Olivia Lewis' blog today. It's a definite upper. Not because there are beautiful images that invoke the senses, neither are there witty entries that make the sides of your mouth twitch in amusement, nor is there a chance for you to win her cd. No, you will click the red X box once you're done and feel better, because it's possibly one of the worst forms of advertising and propaganda seen. Even more than McDonalds trying to pass themselves off as healthy.

The woman has an IQ less than her shoe size, and I'm talking European sizes here.

Quote #1
"Alexandra (the photographer) amazes me each time. She always manages to make me look more beautiful than I actually am!"

Is she serious? Did she really say "more beautiful than I actually am"?! Maybe she bought her mirror from a closing-down circus.

Quote #2
"I was never too good at choosing clothes. Don't get me wrong. I like wearing trendy outfits and all that. But I'm simply not too good at recognizing what's trendy and what's not. I realised this at my own expense after a number of wardrobe fiascos."

No shit Sherlock! You wouldn't know good taste if it came in the form of a double decker bus and ran you over! I have never seen her wear anything decent. She can't even pull off a pair of jeans and a polo-neck (which I saw her on TV with once) and that in itself is bad enough because polo-necks on TV are career suicide. She goes on to say that now she has people to choose her clothes for her; I'm curious to see what she's going to wear at the Eurovision, perhaps some designer's going to be winning a bet or looking for another job.