Terrific, fan-bloody-tastic good news. One clean liver, one healthy pancreas and some sufficiently un-dodgy blood later and I’ve been gently discharged from the Liver Clinic (snappy title) and ushered back into the realm where drinking is a possibility. Of course, celebration was on the cards, and the past few days have read like a teetotal first year’s diary; four stonking nights out in Devon’s hottest hot spots boosted by just one pear cider mixed with several litres of the Co-op’s finest tonic water. Yum scrum. The plan is to gently re-introduce my body to the internal curdling delights of booze, especially since I’m still not entirely sure whether a glass of Chardonnay will send my guts into another pancreatic frenzy.
Ideally, my first drink “back in the game” would have been a long glass of gin, ice and nothing much else. Since I can’t possibly live the dream just at the moment, I’m going to let Snoop take it from here:
In other news, the first in a long line of deadlines is looming darkly in the horizon; a sure to be seminal work on the “liberating effects” of the Pill. The standard pre library plough of a Wikipedia trawl on the topic of the pill produced this gem of a song.
Loretta Lynn’s “The Pill”, controversially released in 1975, is fantastic for demonstrating just how society has changed over the last 50 years since the introduction of the Pill. The world pretty much takes cheap, convenient birth control for granted nowadays, let alone the fact that women are now free to make the choice whether to pursue a career if they want to, rather than being chained to the nursery in an “old maternity dress” clutching a brood of offspring. I love the deliciously caustic lyrics; whether Loretta’s suiting up with “Miniskirts, hot pants and a few little fancy frills” or putting the X back into sex because “The feelin' good comes easy now/Since I've got the pill.”
Despite the recent snow dumps, there’s been lots of fabulous new music popping up like spring daisies and gambolling over my spotify like baby lambs. Being a true devotee of the tween American market, here’s The Bieber’s latest efforts. Love current crush Drake’s cameo spot, pool table rolls, classic hand gestures and Beebs being a good half foot shorter than his love. And Ludacris, of course. What tween video would be complete without?
You know when you keep hearing a song but you have no clue what it is? Such was the case with this bad boy. Tinie Tempah might sound like Tinchy’s little brother but his shuddery electro pop and slick spitting will have you nodding your head in no time. Particular year abroad love for “they say hello, they say holllaaa and they say bonjour”.
Finally, the sound of living my life as a dance-floor dominating wannabe first year. It’s Rhianna with the eye popping, colour clashing, high fashion “Rude Boy”. Amongst the teeth-kissing and lip chewing, Rhi takes the baton from Loretta and interrogates her lad if he can “get it up” and if he’s “big enough”. Female emancipation say what?
© Miranda Thompson 2010
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