Bright blue skies and kisses of sunshine makes me think of my favourite time of the year: it's just about time for festival season. Cue much wooping.
Thanks to currently straddling that awful time in life where uni ends and reality kicks in, its been hard to make any coherent plans for welly boot wearing, pear cider sloshing and staggering around an increasingly mucky field in remote rural English corners, and it's slightly worrying me. I'm a firm believer that, just as food always tastes better in the fresh air (bbqs. case closed), nothing can top the reverb echoing across the fields from some distant main stage. With Glastonbury tickets sold out and that week dedicated to my summer job anyway, its time to set out on a new plan; festival must haves this year include Phoenix, the xx and Vampire Weekend. I'll keep you posted as to how things pan out...
Things have already kicked off on the other side of the pond at Coachella, smack bang in the middle of a Californian desert with a line up to jizz over: staples like Muse and MGMT mix with personal faves Matt and Kim, Miike Snow and Passion Pit or newly discovered treasures like The Glitch Mob or Major Lazer, followed by Deadmau5, Aeroplane and Tiesto to take you through the night. Am postively trembling with jealousy. Can't quite imagine what festival-ling in a desert might be, (hot, sweaty and with interesting portaloo facilities most likely)but the opportunity to catch ANY of the lineup instead of being trapped with looming deadlines would be one to savour.
In honour of great music being played in fields, parks, and other wide open spaces this summer, I was going to try and do a retrospective of timeless festival moments.... but am instead going to showcase some of my favourite live moments which played out at Glastonbury 2009, year of the 9 hour bus journey/rural pub crawl from Brizzle and boiling hot sunshine. Words can't really describe the immenseness but perhaps some of this videos can help convey a sense of the buzzing atmosphere.
N*E*R*D: Rockstar
Absolutely cracking this was: NERD came onstage to a barrage of boos for keeping the crowd and left to a chorus of both screams and anger as their over-running made the Glasto organisers shut them down. In true anarchist style Pharrel helped tens of keen fans onstage to help keep the show running. Bloody good. Really enjoying the white middle-class hand pumps going on across the crowd here.
Saturday Night: THE BOSS!
Two and a half hours of sheer MAGIC. Having battled to get into the inner sanctuary of the first barriers all that was left to do was remove the wellies and get gently battered with new forty year old mates to the sounds of the fittest fifty something about. HELLO. Typically, all time fave Dancing in the Dark was saved for the end. We all loved it.
The last night proved to be a tussle between the Blur love in on the main stage or getting a bit grimey with my sound of summer 2009: THE PRODIGY! So much energy, so many shouts of "Where my WARRIORS" meant there was no better end to a weekend than hollering COME WITH ME TO THE DANCEFLOOR in everyone's faces.
Finally, although this didn't take place at Glastonbury, it's a fine example of the musical magic that can be conjured in Festival-land. Lykke Li meets Miike Snow and get it on to Kings of Leon. Unbelivable.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
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Saturday, 17 April 2010
Thursday, 15 April 2010
Snooze Button
Sleepyheads 
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Tuesday, 13 April 2010
Young Money
Drake dropped the new video for his latest single "Over" just a few days ago and as an advocate for his lush throaty rap I feel it's my duty to share it with you.
Currently "Over" is working out as a bit of a grower: it certainly doesn't strike me with tingles of excitement in the way that "Best I Ever Had" did and yet there's something soothing about the streaks of light juddering in the video, the constant builds, the shrieks of the strings. To be honest, Drake could do a voice-over for Pingu and I'd still love it.
On a Young Money note, Barbie wannabe and Usher groupie Nicki Minaj recently attracted some venom in the form of a Guardian music blog on "the rise of the titillating female rapper".
I read this piece with interest and can't help but agree with the author: it seems that "the shift in expectations of women has led to a new reality: a successful female artist must not only be talented, but also able to titillate the gaze of an assumed male viewer."
Don't get me wrong: I massively enjoyed Minaj doing it for the girls with Young Money and doing it to get the girls with Usher, her lyrics are blinders and her delivery slicker than your average, but Latoya Peterson makes a fair point. Not only are women like Minaj (and Kelis before her) asserting a large degree of male aggression in their approach, their overt sexuality in the pelvic grinding, wide eyed blinking and cleavage shots favoured by the former surely only serves to enforce weak female stereotypes rather than breaking new ground and providing the pop world with strong female role models. Where's Lauryn Hill when you need her eh?
Peterson's conclusion resonates strongly: "while the same tropes still hold, one can only hope that eventually the increasing female representation in rap will lead to women challenging the norms of the male-dominated space, not just performing in it."
Let's just hope that there are women out there who, rather than being inspired to strip to teeny tiny knickers and get their boobs out, are inspired by the likes of Minaj to prove that there are women who can be successful without becoming a cheap gimmick of an age old stereotype.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
Currently "Over" is working out as a bit of a grower: it certainly doesn't strike me with tingles of excitement in the way that "Best I Ever Had" did and yet there's something soothing about the streaks of light juddering in the video, the constant builds, the shrieks of the strings. To be honest, Drake could do a voice-over for Pingu and I'd still love it.
On a Young Money note, Barbie wannabe and Usher groupie Nicki Minaj recently attracted some venom in the form of a Guardian music blog on "the rise of the titillating female rapper".
I read this piece with interest and can't help but agree with the author: it seems that "the shift in expectations of women has led to a new reality: a successful female artist must not only be talented, but also able to titillate the gaze of an assumed male viewer."
Don't get me wrong: I massively enjoyed Minaj doing it for the girls with Young Money and doing it to get the girls with Usher, her lyrics are blinders and her delivery slicker than your average, but Latoya Peterson makes a fair point. Not only are women like Minaj (and Kelis before her) asserting a large degree of male aggression in their approach, their overt sexuality in the pelvic grinding, wide eyed blinking and cleavage shots favoured by the former surely only serves to enforce weak female stereotypes rather than breaking new ground and providing the pop world with strong female role models. Where's Lauryn Hill when you need her eh?
Peterson's conclusion resonates strongly: "while the same tropes still hold, one can only hope that eventually the increasing female representation in rap will lead to women challenging the norms of the male-dominated space, not just performing in it."
Let's just hope that there are women out there who, rather than being inspired to strip to teeny tiny knickers and get their boobs out, are inspired by the likes of Minaj to prove that there are women who can be successful without becoming a cheap gimmick of an age old stereotype.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
Monday, 12 April 2010
Piste Off
Apologies for the blogging absence: blame can only be directed towards the totally lush, snowy last ten days spent en famille zipping between mountains bridging the craggy border between France and Switzerland.
To make it up, (and generally indulge my predeliction for photo taking), here's a few snapshots to try and sum up the general gist of what happens when you mix lots of cheese, lots of bantaaar and shedloads of snow. Strictly PG rated; don''t want to get the Justin Bieber lookalike in trouble.
TARTIFLETTE - tummy warming delight of reblochon cheese, lardons (bacon bits), chunky potato slices and slivers of onion goodness.
Obligatory Dog shot. You don't know how lucky you are not to also be seeing "small pug waddling" and "dog wearing neckerchief".
Much of the time not spent skiing/eating/boozing/lying down groaning with fatigue was spent industriously getting the elusive "jump" shot. Because we ARE cool like that.
Family T spent a glorious morning teetering on the edge of the universe; in between avoiding hordes of seven year olds let loose on freshly waxed skis it was all about chasing that powder into the deepest blue.
Not content with jumping on mere concrete, the more adventurous among us took to ze snow parks.
Every year I compile a fairly epic playlist with which to tackle the mountains of neige, heavy on the '90s dance and with a large slice of cheese on the side. Somewhat surprisingly, it was Glee's Somebody to Love which proved to get my juices going, though shout outs must be accorded to the Fine Young Cannibals, Iyaz and JX accordingly. Not to forget the godly Michael Bolton, bane of chalet life.
To celebrate, you're getting an eyeful of the Glee lovelies performing for Barack. The world works in strange and beautiful ways.
I'm also super happy to announce that I've finally worked out how to link my spotify to my blog - scroll down to the right to access my current playlist which I start afresh every month. Guilty pleasures and new favourites abound: as well as the toetapping Daryl Hall and John Oates, it's currently playing host to some classic Blue, Chase and Status and T.I to name but three.
Lovely stuff, but it's this angsty treat from the Kick Ass soundtrack which is rocking my world just at this precise moment in time. Taylor Momsen of Gossip Girl fame wields her punk face with The Pretty Reckless and the result is somewhat mesmerising. I do feel about 14 listening to it.
This is also fit: Jeffmix featured it about a month ago on his podcast and I've also noticed it's popped up on who else but Grimmy's "future pop playlist". You've got to admire the guy for the curls/'tache combo as well as flashing the flesh. Beautiful chirpy spring pop.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
To make it up, (and generally indulge my predeliction for photo taking), here's a few snapshots to try and sum up the general gist of what happens when you mix lots of cheese, lots of bantaaar and shedloads of snow. Strictly PG rated; don''t want to get the Justin Bieber lookalike in trouble.
TARTIFLETTE - tummy warming delight of reblochon cheese, lardons (bacon bits), chunky potato slices and slivers of onion goodness.
Obligatory Dog shot. You don't know how lucky you are not to also be seeing "small pug waddling" and "dog wearing neckerchief".
Much of the time not spent skiing/eating/boozing/lying down groaning with fatigue was spent industriously getting the elusive "jump" shot. Because we ARE cool like that.
Family T spent a glorious morning teetering on the edge of the universe; in between avoiding hordes of seven year olds let loose on freshly waxed skis it was all about chasing that powder into the deepest blue.
Not content with jumping on mere concrete, the more adventurous among us took to ze snow parks.
Every year I compile a fairly epic playlist with which to tackle the mountains of neige, heavy on the '90s dance and with a large slice of cheese on the side. Somewhat surprisingly, it was Glee's Somebody to Love which proved to get my juices going, though shout outs must be accorded to the Fine Young Cannibals, Iyaz and JX accordingly. Not to forget the godly Michael Bolton, bane of chalet life.
To celebrate, you're getting an eyeful of the Glee lovelies performing for Barack. The world works in strange and beautiful ways.
I'm also super happy to announce that I've finally worked out how to link my spotify to my blog - scroll down to the right to access my current playlist which I start afresh every month. Guilty pleasures and new favourites abound: as well as the toetapping Daryl Hall and John Oates, it's currently playing host to some classic Blue, Chase and Status and T.I to name but three.
Lovely stuff, but it's this angsty treat from the Kick Ass soundtrack which is rocking my world just at this precise moment in time. Taylor Momsen of Gossip Girl fame wields her punk face with The Pretty Reckless and the result is somewhat mesmerising. I do feel about 14 listening to it.
This is also fit: Jeffmix featured it about a month ago on his podcast and I've also noticed it's popped up on who else but Grimmy's "future pop playlist". You've got to admire the guy for the curls/'tache combo as well as flashing the flesh. Beautiful chirpy spring pop.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Get Yo Freak On
New Usher, and godddayum it's hot stuff.
Lolloping with the fierce intensity of a panther on the prowl, this tune is fit and doesn't it bloody well know it. It's all about the sapphic for Usher this time around, with the essential premise being that if girls want to get down and dirty with him, they've got to be prepared to get down and dirty with each other. I'm absoutely loving the heavy beats of the bassline, highlighted by the dark, grimey shadows of the video, which traces Usher's latest conquest's introduction to his sex dungeon (to put it plainly).
For some reason music videos for songs about menage a trois really love hanging girls off monkey bars ...a not so discreet reference to the sexual playground available to those who come in threes.
Nicki Minaj of Young Money fame pops up to spit her pimping part, and my, does she have a classy turn of phrase:
"Excuse me little mama but you could say I'm on duty
I'm lookin for a cutie a real big ole' ghetto booty
I really like your kitty kat and if you let me touch her
I know you not a bluffer.. . I'll take you to go see Usher"
With badger striped hair like that, who could refuse?
The track is also structured around a reworking of the classic "Living For the City" by the legend himself, Stevie Wonder, a tune I'm afraid to say I hadn't heard before stumbling across Usher's efforts. Have a listen and see if you can match the two up
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
Lolloping with the fierce intensity of a panther on the prowl, this tune is fit and doesn't it bloody well know it. It's all about the sapphic for Usher this time around, with the essential premise being that if girls want to get down and dirty with him, they've got to be prepared to get down and dirty with each other. I'm absoutely loving the heavy beats of the bassline, highlighted by the dark, grimey shadows of the video, which traces Usher's latest conquest's introduction to his sex dungeon (to put it plainly).
For some reason music videos for songs about menage a trois really love hanging girls off monkey bars ...a not so discreet reference to the sexual playground available to those who come in threes.
Nicki Minaj of Young Money fame pops up to spit her pimping part, and my, does she have a classy turn of phrase:
"Excuse me little mama but you could say I'm on duty
I'm lookin for a cutie a real big ole' ghetto booty
I really like your kitty kat and if you let me touch her
I know you not a bluffer.. . I'll take you to go see Usher"
With badger striped hair like that, who could refuse?
The track is also structured around a reworking of the classic "Living For the City" by the legend himself, Stevie Wonder, a tune I'm afraid to say I hadn't heard before stumbling across Usher's efforts. Have a listen and see if you can match the two up
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
Blog Me Baby One More Time
Should a “Bloggers Anonymous” exist, could someone reserve me a place at the next meeting? My name is Miranda, and I am a Blog-o-holic.
There is nothing which gives me greater pleasure than hours spent clicking and flicking through the scores of fashion blogs which litter the World Wide Web, from cutesy Chinese girlies peeping out from behind heart shaped glasses to long limbed Australian goddesses rocking some seriously distressed denim.
Standard.
Bloggers are the modern day technological answer to the French revolutionaries of the eighteenth century, except better dressed, obviously. Snatching the focus away from the latest Kate Bosworth ensemble, they’re ensuring a creeping democratisation of fashion with floods of advice and inspiration to the sartorially challenged on how to piece together an outfit so edgy it makes a triangle want to cry.
As well as reporting on the latest catwalk trends and making like mood boards with their vivid collages of current inspirations, the photos of their latest outfit worn to thrift vintage Versace backpacks from the local flea market are what make blogs so unbelievably moreish. It’s like being allowed to peep into someone’s diary with the detailed reasoning of why they’ve decided to fling together the American Apparel with the vintage lace, juxtaposed with artsy, blanched photography of desirable clothing, except that this diary belongs to an extremely fierce fashionista with a fine line in fat black wedges.
Hours of flicking have proved conclusive, and I think I have finally reached a successful conclusion to share with those who wish to take up the fashion blog mantle.
Step One: the artfully tousled locks.
Nearly every blog with hordes of followers to their name haven’t just mastered the art of constructing a fantastic outfit, they’ve also been given the key to that most longed for of secrets; an amazing mane of hair. Of the photos which comprise most bloggers’ posts nearly every picture features hanks of hair, normally dangling far past the shoulders on an unstoppable follicle march downwards, striped artfully with a delicious chocolate-y mix of caramel swirls and burnt toffee pieces.
Step 2: Know your pose.
This is probably the most crucial point of the blog. It doesn’t matter how many mega pixels your camera has, but if you can capture the oh-so-elusive angled pose which serves to make your legs appear the slimmest, your clothes hang most attractively and of course, help your hair look the biggest, you’re well on the way to achieving true fashion blog stardom. Poses which feature talking point backgrounds work better than your average brick wall are also a must -have; perhaps bringing in a small wizened man who serves to emphasise your beauty, or standing stock still amidst a whirl of commuters to juxtapose your flash of vivid colour against the block of black are good starting points.
To be honest, this snap is from a fashion shoot but I feel it is a fab example of how to work that camel.
Step 3: wear knee length socks. For reasons unknown to us mere mortals, it seems a pre-requisite for all bloggers that your legs must look amazing in some black cotton knee highs.
I think this pic from the amazing Christeric blog sums it up. Check her life out - warning, you may experience some severe envy
Follow these simple steps and I can guarantee that within mere minutes I will be clicking on your blog in an urge to quash this monstrous, insatiable urge from within.
***Apart from Christeric, photos have been pinched from the delectable Knightcat blog (a super cool blog which features amazing fashion bits and bobs as well as showcasing hot new bloganistas)***
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
There is nothing which gives me greater pleasure than hours spent clicking and flicking through the scores of fashion blogs which litter the World Wide Web, from cutesy Chinese girlies peeping out from behind heart shaped glasses to long limbed Australian goddesses rocking some seriously distressed denim.
Standard.
Bloggers are the modern day technological answer to the French revolutionaries of the eighteenth century, except better dressed, obviously. Snatching the focus away from the latest Kate Bosworth ensemble, they’re ensuring a creeping democratisation of fashion with floods of advice and inspiration to the sartorially challenged on how to piece together an outfit so edgy it makes a triangle want to cry.
As well as reporting on the latest catwalk trends and making like mood boards with their vivid collages of current inspirations, the photos of their latest outfit worn to thrift vintage Versace backpacks from the local flea market are what make blogs so unbelievably moreish. It’s like being allowed to peep into someone’s diary with the detailed reasoning of why they’ve decided to fling together the American Apparel with the vintage lace, juxtaposed with artsy, blanched photography of desirable clothing, except that this diary belongs to an extremely fierce fashionista with a fine line in fat black wedges.
Hours of flicking have proved conclusive, and I think I have finally reached a successful conclusion to share with those who wish to take up the fashion blog mantle.
Step One: the artfully tousled locks.
Nearly every blog with hordes of followers to their name haven’t just mastered the art of constructing a fantastic outfit, they’ve also been given the key to that most longed for of secrets; an amazing mane of hair. Of the photos which comprise most bloggers’ posts nearly every picture features hanks of hair, normally dangling far past the shoulders on an unstoppable follicle march downwards, striped artfully with a delicious chocolate-y mix of caramel swirls and burnt toffee pieces.
Step 2: Know your pose.
This is probably the most crucial point of the blog. It doesn’t matter how many mega pixels your camera has, but if you can capture the oh-so-elusive angled pose which serves to make your legs appear the slimmest, your clothes hang most attractively and of course, help your hair look the biggest, you’re well on the way to achieving true fashion blog stardom. Poses which feature talking point backgrounds work better than your average brick wall are also a must -have; perhaps bringing in a small wizened man who serves to emphasise your beauty, or standing stock still amidst a whirl of commuters to juxtapose your flash of vivid colour against the block of black are good starting points.
To be honest, this snap is from a fashion shoot but I feel it is a fab example of how to work that camel.
Step 3: wear knee length socks. For reasons unknown to us mere mortals, it seems a pre-requisite for all bloggers that your legs must look amazing in some black cotton knee highs.
I think this pic from the amazing Christeric blog sums it up. Check her life out - warning, you may experience some severe envy
Follow these simple steps and I can guarantee that within mere minutes I will be clicking on your blog in an urge to quash this monstrous, insatiable urge from within.
***Apart from Christeric, photos have been pinched from the delectable Knightcat blog (a super cool blog which features amazing fashion bits and bobs as well as showcasing hot new bloganistas)***
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Musical Portrait
I’ve got an MA interview on Monday. Gulp. It’s loomed a bit like a spectre over this weekend, sending me into a slight panic as to my proficiency/wordiness/life skills in general. Aside from extremely complicated logistics navigating myself from deepest darkest Devon during the commuter witching hour to the deepest darkest part of East London, one of the things I’ve been asked to do is a pen portrait of someone who’s influenced me. Several chewed pens later and I think I’ve got it, though I’m not going to share it on the hyperspace of the interweb. Ha.
I am however going to share with you a “music portrait” of someone who, aside from demanding a mention on here, has been a guiding angel overflowing with music gems she occasionally lets fall from her grasp into my sweaty palms. I’m going to share a few of them here with you. Happy now Kathy?
Kathy very sweetly gave me her beautifully titled “I want some peace now please” Spotify playlist to help get through the arduous times that tend to comprise working in the university library, featuring the glorious Bon Iver in liberal amounts, the Postal Service and Simon and Garfunkel among others. However, in terms of sheer cheesiness melting into spine-tingling ballad-y goodness, you can’t get much better than Celine. In Las Vegas. Oh yes, I went there.
Let’s get washed away with some epic, blood curdling Quebecois hollering.
Continuing in this vein of divas bringing out the uplifting power ballad, I feel it’s an appropriate point to turn to the Queen herself, Madonna, in her slightly Gothic, late ‘90s, edgy phase.
Not only does this song feature on the aforementioned playlist, but it was also a soundtrack to my time well spent in France. Many an afternoon spent clutching a can of cidre and watching the sun drift hazily over the snow capped Alps were soundtracked by this haunting music. Lovely strings.
Of course, the musical portrait can’t be all slow and introspective. A moment spent with Kathy is a moment spent in roughly 1987, which is why The Cure had to be included. Massive thanks have to go to her for sharing this delicious little number with me; Robert Plant’s yowling vocals over the irresistible 80s beats makes for great times and I love the intensely melancholic video juxtaposed with the joie de vivre of the song. Put this on and guarantee a smile.
In no way is this meant to be a summary of what music Kat always listens to; rather its more what I can glean off her exhaustive list, which is probably why I’m going to finish things off on what I would consider a high and what she would consider a complete tune, even though it's not Kate Bush. It is, however, an amazing recipe for success. Take one boyband, add a banging drum machine and a breathy “break it down” bit and Bob’s your uncle.
As Kathy would say; “I’m not going to lie to you, it’s pretty immense.”
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
I am however going to share with you a “music portrait” of someone who, aside from demanding a mention on here, has been a guiding angel overflowing with music gems she occasionally lets fall from her grasp into my sweaty palms. I’m going to share a few of them here with you. Happy now Kathy?
Kathy very sweetly gave me her beautifully titled “I want some peace now please” Spotify playlist to help get through the arduous times that tend to comprise working in the university library, featuring the glorious Bon Iver in liberal amounts, the Postal Service and Simon and Garfunkel among others. However, in terms of sheer cheesiness melting into spine-tingling ballad-y goodness, you can’t get much better than Celine. In Las Vegas. Oh yes, I went there.
Let’s get washed away with some epic, blood curdling Quebecois hollering.
Continuing in this vein of divas bringing out the uplifting power ballad, I feel it’s an appropriate point to turn to the Queen herself, Madonna, in her slightly Gothic, late ‘90s, edgy phase.
Not only does this song feature on the aforementioned playlist, but it was also a soundtrack to my time well spent in France. Many an afternoon spent clutching a can of cidre and watching the sun drift hazily over the snow capped Alps were soundtracked by this haunting music. Lovely strings.
Of course, the musical portrait can’t be all slow and introspective. A moment spent with Kathy is a moment spent in roughly 1987, which is why The Cure had to be included. Massive thanks have to go to her for sharing this delicious little number with me; Robert Plant’s yowling vocals over the irresistible 80s beats makes for great times and I love the intensely melancholic video juxtaposed with the joie de vivre of the song. Put this on and guarantee a smile.
In no way is this meant to be a summary of what music Kat always listens to; rather its more what I can glean off her exhaustive list, which is probably why I’m going to finish things off on what I would consider a high and what she would consider a complete tune, even though it's not Kate Bush. It is, however, an amazing recipe for success. Take one boyband, add a banging drum machine and a breathy “break it down” bit and Bob’s your uncle.
As Kathy would say; “I’m not going to lie to you, it’s pretty immense.”
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
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