Posts Tagged ‘magazine’

OMG, it’s more Chat chat

Remember how I said on Tuesday that there’d be more Chat chat for you? Well, here it is. And there’s some good stuff in here. I’m going to start on the letters page because the first letter is work of genius. It says something along the lines of, ‘My sister uses text-speak and I don’t understand it so I sent her this poem.’

And here is the poem, in all its glory:
FYI and OMG
Mean nothing to me
If you can spell, I can’t tell,
So please write properly.

Yehhhhhh, what to say about that? There’s nothing to say, really, is there?

Another letter says, “There was a photo of a girl on one of your previous covers.  Even though they used to be a boy, I was totes jealous.” (I have paraphrased but that was the essence of the letter.) I mean, that’s not even worth the stamp, is it? And, of all the letters Chat receives, was that really the most worthy of being on the letters page?

Anyway, moving on. We’ve got a recipe for cheesy cod. I kid you not.
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Cod, cheese, roast it. Gourmet.

On the Spooky pages, we’ve got a bit of key feedback. If any of you don’t already know about the key, have a quick read of this and you’ll understand the general concept behind it.

The best feedback has got to be this one.
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Now, I don’t how the scratchcard game goes down in Penzance but a fiver is a pretty rubbish win. The card costs £3 to start with! Even a tenner would be a bit disappointing. A £20 win is your main aim, I feel. Mind you, maybe they only cost 20p there, making the £5 win look better. It just kind of seems like people are rubbing the key and then connecting any other thing that happens in their day to it.

Maybe I’ll do it. Ok, are you ready for mine?

“After touching the lucky key, the groceries I had ordered online arrived on my doorstep, just like they do every week when I order them and then pay for them!”

That lucky key, hey?! Un-bloody-believable!

The story on the spooky page is hardly worth mentioning because of it’s lack of actual content. I will, however, leave you with the best quote from the story.
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Brilliant.

Hiccupping killers and headless children

It’s Chat time again, everyone. I’m excited. I’m going to start by flipping through and noting down this week’s names.

Lamont
Laron
A boy called Shannon
Tanika
Rocco
Lexie
Brittnie
Riley
Evie Varney
Gaynor
Shirelle
Yeardley Reynolds Love, a girl (who was dating George Wesley Huguely V, by the way)

The best story by far this week is the You’re The Judge section. Each week they give you the facts of a case, usually in America, then you try to guess if they were found guilty or innocent. Then you turn the page and find out if you got it right. The headline of this story is ‘The Hiccuping Killer?’ What’s not to love about that?

What are you imagining the story is here? I had some idea that maybe she had hiccupped when she had a knife in her hand and accidentally stabbed someone. You know, something along those lines.

What actually happened is this. There’s an 18 year old called Jennifer Mee accused of murder. Three years previous, when she was 15, she had hiccups for five weeks. That’s it. But the hiccups have somehow entered the scene again now that she set up an online meeting with a guy who her friends then killed.

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Yep. The hiccups are to blame. It must be hard being a hiccupper. I shouldn’t judge, really. I’ve no idea what she’s been through, with all that hiccupping.

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The attention got too much. Two years later she moved out. That’s a full two years later. She hiccupped when she was 15 and she is now 17 years old and having to take drastic action. Wow. People in America must really cling onto news stories for a looooong time, that she still felt the pressure of fame so long afterward.

I imagine her and Britney would have a lot to chat about, because Britney had a bit of meltdown too, didn’t she? But where Britney shaved her head and almost dropped her baby, Jennifer took to social media, posting this ‘bad mofo’ message on her MySpace. Cause all the coolest kids are using MySpace. O wait, no they’re not.

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So you see? You see how she was totally giving society and the fame a massive two fingers up. She is one bad mofo.

I’m sure there’s an interesting story in all of this but I can’t much be bothered to read it. Anyway, she gets found guilty. Sorry for spoiling it if you haven’t read your copy of Chat yet.

What we’re going to do next is look at a rather strange top tip from Nicola, Glasgow. She recommends that we should sew up and stuff our childrens’ old sleep suits and use them as cushions. Check it out.
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Before I tell you my opinion, please just make up your own mind about them. Had a look? Made your mind up? Anyone else think they look a bit unsettling? Like headless children? Did the name Ed Gein spring to anyone else’s mind? It’s wierd, right? Imagine having that on the sofa with your other cushions? I think they look horrible, is it just me?

That, my friends, was just the highlights. There’ll be more to come, don’t you worry.

More Chat

We’re going to have a break with tradition this week as my usual guest blogger is off being busy and important so it’s been left to me to come up with something. As I didn’t even touch on the true brilliance contained within Chat yesterday, I thought we’d have another delve into everyone’s favourite magazine.

I’m heading straight to the back pages as the most crazy stories are always contained there in the Blimey! That’s Bonkers! pages. Yes, everyone, they’ve called it Blimey! That’s Bonkers!

Hands up everyone who says that when they see something strange. You’re walking down the street, perhaps, and you see something strange, a dog sitting at a table eating a pizza, perhaps. Let’s say that’s what’s happening.

Would you:
a) pinch yourself to try and wake up?
b) get your phone out to photograph this crazy scene before you? or
c) stop, rub your eyes in a DickVanDykeInMaryPoppins type of way and go, in your best old-school Cockney accent, “Blimey! That’s Bonkers!”

In fact, you don’t even need to answer. I know it’s c), isn’t it?

So anyway, here we are, in the back pages of Chat. You’re Dick Van Dyke and the lady in the story is, well, she’s a skunk lover. She loves skunks. Loves them. Her pet skunk, Pepe Le Pew (I didn’t make that up, honestly, it’s all real) loves his hair being blowdried. Yeh, he stinks…

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…but that’s not the point because little Pepe is just so ‘odour-able.’

Her friend also had a skunk and so what else was there to do but enter them into a skunk beauty pageant as Wayne and Coleen Rooney? I mean, duuuh! Obviously! (Again, I’m not making this up, it’s all real.)

Just to kind of finish the article off, we’re shown a picture of the skunk dressed as a bee.

Yeh, you want a peice of that action, don’t you? Well, don’t worry, I wouldn’t leave you out of this fun. Here he is, the little smelly skunk thing, looking a bit depressed (check out the eyes, there’s sadness there) and dressed as a bee.

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And there you have it, readers. And blimey! Was that bonkers!?

Hot dogs, Spam and packet mixes

It’s Chat time again, everyone! These Chat days are my favourite blogging days. And there is much to love in this week’s magazine.

We start with a picture of a wet owl. The caption goes “You’ve heard of the Angry Birds game, well here’s an outraged owl!” The words “Too wet to woo!” are also mentioned. I imagine you’re thinking, what does she mean, ‘there’s a picture of a wet owl’? It turns out, that’s how random Chat is. They just have pictures of wet owls. Look.

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Next up, a lady with a serious face does various poses holding phones or pointing at stuff or crossing her arms and tells a story about her boyfriend cheating on her and how she caught him. The pictures really are the best thing about the story. Check them out.

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Now, we’ve just got to check out the Top Tips page because there is some amazing stuff here. The first one is ‘Put necklace beads on top of the soil in a potted plant.’ It’s that simple. Want to see what it would look like? Prepare to be amazed.

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Amazed? No, me neither.

Next up, put a tea towel over a tennis racket and use it as a tray for your breakfast. Have a look.

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And lastly, if you’ve got packet mixes or tubes, put them into a plastic container. Yep, that’s as complicated as it gets. Put your stuff into a plastic container. Why, thank you, Lucy Travell of Gloucester, I’ve been wondering for years what to do with all my packet mixes and tubes.

O wait, I don’t use packet mixes.

Cause they’re gross.

If we flip to page 31, we’ve got the infamous Bit On The Side section, in which we are given a little simple recipe. My favourite previous recipe was mushrooms on toast. That’s the kind of thing we’re dealing with here. And what might it be this week, you’re thinking, aren’t you?

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No, your eyes are not deceiving you, that really is a recipe for hot dog spaghetti. And the instructions specifically tell me that in step 3 of the recipe, I must ‘thickly slice a pack of Jungle Dogs 6 Pork Hot Dogs.’ Was there ever a worse sentence in the English language? (Except perhaps ‘Fry the frozen chips in the lard.’)

The Bit On The Side on the following page has a picture of a tub of Spam Chopped Pork and Ham. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. Spam. The caption says “We love Spam – and now it comes in a new lightweight plastic container.” Do we? Do we love Spam? One of the worse violations of food to ever exist. Spam. Do we love it? Do we love filling our bodies with processed crap? Do we enjoy foods more only when they have minimal nutritional value? We? Really?

Lastly, a pretty amusing story about a lady who had some chutney in her fridge which exploded and absolutely wrecked her kitchen! I liked that story. The lesson? Cover it with clingfilm so it doesn’t react with the air and cause a build up of methane.

So, actually, I’ve learned something here today. I hope you have too.

Bum parties, dustbins and babies

It’s time to take a peek inside our favourite magazine again. You’ve all been hanging on the edges of your seats, waiting for me to post about Chat, haven’t you?

Firstly, I like to flip through and have a quick look at the names of the people who write in, just so we can get an idea of what we’re dealing with here.

Sali (no common-or-garden Sally here)
Apryl (again, just too cool to spell in the normal way)
Danye (a girl, apparently)
Marketa (dunno)
Cerri (Kerry would just be far too ordinary)
Maddison and Summer (I guess mum Kim felt like her name was too boring so she made up for it with her daughters)
Jase (cause Jason is sooo last year)
Lorren (who wants Lauren when you can have Lorren)
Elin (cooler than Ellen by a mile)
Tucker (dunno)

Ok, let’s get stuck in. Let’s get straight to the lady with no hands and feet, which reminds me of my favourite joke when I was 18 – “Why did the girl fall off the swing? Because she had no arms and no legs.”

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Apryl hated her ‘pancake bum’ we are told, wanted J-Lo’s booty, decided to go to a pumping party. For yes, that is what it is called. A pumping party. Dodgy doctors go to people’s houses and inject bathroom sealant in their bums, woop woop!

Crack open the champagne, put on some old school tunes and get this party started! Whip out your bums, everyone! Let’s stick some sealant in them!

Over the next few years, her bum skin blackened and got itchy and a hole developed in the right bumcheek. Mmmm, hot.

Anyway, the rest of the story is pretty much; gangrene set in, feet and hands got chopped off, she did a triathlon, she regrets the bum filler now, wants everyone to know they shouldn’t do it either.

Next story, a dog rips a lady to shreds and she dies.

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Next, the baby page. There’s a picture of a baby in a bird costume. He looks pretty bored/tired. ‘My son Rhys loved dressing up as a birdie for the night!’ says the caption. Really, now. Ridiculous. He loved it?! How do you know? Did he tell you? Little 1 month old Rhys who eats, sleeps and poos and doesn’t know his face from his rear end yet? He loved it, did he?

Next up, the human dustbin.

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Do I need to say anything or does the photo say it all?

And that, my friends, is quite enough for a Monday, I feel.

Surfing rats

Yes, you read it right. The post is indeed called ‘Surfing rats.’ And it’s that simple. It’s a post about surfing rats.

And you’ll never guess where I found this story… It’s everyone’s favourite, Chat magazine!

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I know, I know! What an amazing front cover. It’s hard to know where to start. The lady in the top right with no hands or feet (the result of gangrene setting in after she had fillers in her bum from a dodgy fake doctor)? Raped in the car park? Human dustbin? And I’m told I will weep when I read about a woman hugging her mum after 36 years.

Now, I know I’m not typical of the Chat-reading public. Maybe most people will weep when they read it. But a) I hate being told what my reaction will be, I am not a performing monkey; and b) I never ever get teary and all warm fuzzy feelings in my heart when I see mothers and children reunited. It’s just not one of those things that makes me feel all emotional. If the end of a film is a mother and child making friends and hugging and being all lovey, I feel bored. I feel cheated that I’ve invested my time watching to get such a non-ending.

Anyway, of all those front cover stories, which one do you think I headed for? That’s right, the random picture in the top left of a mouse on a skateboard. You’ve gotta love a mouse on a skateboard!

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“I started teaching them in the bath… Using a remote controlled boat, I towed them around in the water,” says Shane, 42, from Australia. We are told that mice take three months to learn new tricks. Do we think Shane has a girlfriend?

After months of bath training, he put them in the actual sea!

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“Training the mice soon became my full time job,” says Shane. When it was cold over winter, he created some indoor fun for them…

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That top photo is indeed a mouse on a skateboard flying out of a half-pipe!

“After a bit more coaching, they were flipping the board…. I also taught the daredevils to jump through a flaming hoop!”

O yes. Flipping the board. And jumping through flaming hoops. I’m just going to ask again, whether we think that Shane has a girlfriend.

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On that note.. happy Sunday, everyone!

Tissue paper and jumper shavers

Now, readers, you know I never leave you with just one look into your favourite magazine. Yesterday’s laughing dormouse was just the beginning. It’s time today to visit everyone’s favourite section. It’s the ‘Blimey! That’s clever!’ section.

Check out some of these top tips. And boy, are they ‘top’!?

Firstly, put pegs on the greaseproof paper in your cake tin so it doesn’t rip when you pour the batter in.

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What on earth is her greaseproof paper made of?! Tissue?! Who’s greaseproof paper rips when simply pour the cake mix in? Mine certainly doesn’t. It’s quite sturdy. It’s made to take the heat from an oven and then the weight of the cake as I lift it out afterwards. It wouldn’t rip just from putting the batter in.

Next up, shave your jumper if it’s got fluff on it.

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Or just use cellotape? Quicker. And then you can throw it away.

No, wait, maybe it would be better to shave my jumper. Because it would be great next time I’m shaving my legs or Danda’s shaving his face, to have the added fun of fluff left behind on one’s leg/face. I mean, what fun! Right?

And last but not least, the fabulous too-much-time-on-your-hands, make-extra-work-for-yourself method of DVD storage.

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So, let me get this straight – instead of just going to the DVD collection and looking for the one you want, instead you go to your list and find the name of the DVD you want and what raffle ticket number it is. Then you go to your DVD collection and look for the raffle ticket number.

If you love order and filing, maybe I could just suggest something to cut the workload down? Put them in alphabet order. Simple. That way, you just think of what the name of the DVD is, say it’s Conair, then you just look to the beginning of the collection and what do you know?! You’ll see DVDs beginning with C and there it will be.

My goodness, I’m a genius!