Spaghetti who wants to hear about my day

I feel like we as a society moved on too quickly from the phrase “gets on my tits”.

Tonight my viewing pleasure was old episodes of Wife Swap UK, first aired across the UK in what I assume to be the early 2000’s.

There’s a treasure trove of lost fashion and phrases, but the one stand out is without a doubt “gets on my tits”.

Why did we stop using it? Is it anti-feminist? Vulgar mayhaps?

Either way I found it absolutely hilarious and felt I should share this linguistic throwback.

I’m also amused to see that Union Jack fashion was rife within the time period. Picture me, a wife who’s been swapped, with a Union Jack t shirt and a fake husband who is, undoubtedly, “getting on my tits”.

Stay nostalgic Hoopsters.

Spaghetti Hoops out.

It’s another Friday at the bar and I am, of course, working.

I made a blasé comment to my manager about wishing I had a Friday off, to which she responded: “well at least you can’t be in a quandary over your love life if you’re working”.

Hells bells, I would never dream of having such a rollercoaster of a love life, not least one known by my workplace…. Or would I…

Stay romantically tumultuous Hoopsters.

Spaghetti Hoops out.

I am officially hiring for the role of Daddy Warbucks in the hit musical Annie.

Auditions will be held at my house and are open exclusively to really good looking rich people.

Definitely for a stage show I promise guys haha…. tell your friends xx

Stay financed Hoopsters.

Spaghetti Hoops out.

Sometimes I wonder if I could ever love a woman as much as I love Tzatziki.

Because I love Tzatziki a lot and it’s difficult to say whether I could apply that same love to a real world relationship.

Stay dippy Hoopsters.

Spaghetti Hoops out.

Just seen an online post of a girl saying “no pre workout, just the thought of being butterz in beefa”.

I assume this to mean that her gym motivation is not looking bad in Ibiza.

But I must say, Bloody Nora, we are butchering the English Language.

When I studied English at A level they said that language change can be seen as a necessity to suit changing society, or like a damp spoon in a sugar pot, ruining the sugar.

Very interesting really and I can see the arguments on both sides, but “butterz in Beefa” is a line I will never recover from.

Call me a Language snob, call me pretentious, but NEVER call me butterz in Beefa.

Stay articulate Hoopsters.

Spaghetti Hoops out.

I truly have no idea why society now have the desire to put robots into every aspect of life.

When it’s to aid in human activity, e.g my grandma and grandad’s electric salt and pepper grinder, absolutely bring it on, I praise the minds that create these things.

But engineering pieces of metal to run faster than a human? Literally why? It’s like putting self driving cars on a marathon course and saying “oh look how they compare to humans”. There is no comparison. It’s nonsense.

Further to that, to call it headline news is diabolical. Had enough today Hoopsters and this pushed me over the edge.

Stay human Hoopsters.

Spaghetti Hoops out.

Hoopsters…. today we struck gold.

As I sat in the sunshine on the sofa in my mums living room, I suddenly had the insatiable urge to visit Next.

Strange, I know, as I’m in my early 20’s and have not a penny to my name. Yet there I was, sat dreaming of the overpriced goodies that awaited me.

Mother took little persuasion and we were off on our adventure. My goal primarily was to seek out the home decor section, which I did with ease of course. But imagine my surprise when I saw the array of goodies in the clothes section – who knew Next was so stylish!!!!

Waistcoats, graphic t shirts, chic linen dresses as far as the eye could see. I was amazed!

After browsing the racks I was left with a huge smile on my face. What great finds.

And don’t get me started on the homeware too – mega brilliant as always. Cutesy cushions and novelty door stops, cheeky.

I left the store with nothing.

I put back the £34 waistcoat that had accompanied me through the aisles and made a b line for Tesco, where I acquired two waistcoats for the same price.

Just goes to show, never be fooled by what’s in front of you; something better may be around the corner.

Stay thrifty hoopsters.

Spaghetti Hoops out.

Sometimes when I think of my future and the type of person I’ll end up with, I like to imagine they will have the same characteristics as Lisa Rinna.

When Kim Richards insinuated there was something amiss with Lisa’s husband Harry Hamlin, did Lisa Rinna take it lying down? Nay. She refuted the rumours, smashed a wine glass, and flew out of the back doors of the Amsterdam restaurant in her Lisa Rinna duster.

I would hope that whoever I’m with in the future would defend me with the same passion and class as that.

Stay passionate Hoopsters.

Spaghetti Hoops out.

Following my informative and pleasant experience at the post office last time, I decided to venture over once more. This time… to deposit my cash 🤑

My goodness what a quick and easy experience. Weather was once again nice, but more trousers and t shirt vibes. After I finished at the post office, I went to town to collect my Levi’s parcel, and moseyed into Primark to get a couple of bits – my god, what a mistake. If hell on earth is a place, it’s Primark. On the plus side, I got some new sunglasses (as pictured).

Happy Monday all 🙂

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