Just like Swine Flu, that horribly corny phrase "Beiber Fever", has infected millions of innocent people worldwide. Luckily, I've managed to escape the 'fever'; I will not be found swooning at a concert, nor will you catch me donning my 3D glasses to watch the life-story of Mr Beiber himself - note that he is only 17 years old, I would say his life story has only just begun, rather than already finished and committed to film.
So I'm not a Beiber-fan, but neither am I a hater. My feelings concerning the baby-faced boy are as neutral as beige on cream. I can appreciate talent and I'll concede the boy can sing. Unfortunately to my mind he will always be about 14 years old, probably because he is adored, worshipped, idolised even, by pre-teen girls the world over.
The more I consider the spread of the Beiber Epidemic, it strikes me that whilst he is beloved by millions he is detested by just as many, is Beiber the new Marmite?
The scary fact is that it is very hard to escape from adoring fan's chatter, sceptic's rants or even Joe/Josephine Bloggs' ambivalent speculation. This terrifying thought occurred to me as my french lesson rapidly deteriorated into a conversation and a google search about whether or not Justin Beiber is Bi-lingual. He is not. As we ascertained three youtube clips later.
I cannot escape Beiber-talk, even in a french lesson where none of my peers are particularly interested in him either (in fact it was the teacher who brought him up in the first place). Why is this popstar so controversial? For 'research-purposes' - naturellement - I delved into several of the 237 million google search results, oh the rumours I found...
I'll leave you with a thought, this guy has managed to get everyone talking about him, good, bad and in between. I like to call it the Beibonic Plague, he has successfully captivated millions of people, whether you love him, love to hate him, or really can't be bothered, you'll end up talking about him somehow.
Friday 18 March 2011
Tuesday 8 March 2011
Pancakes of Persuasion
Today everyone is united by a love of pancakes. Troubles and sulks were swept away by excited topping choice debates, topping the headlines of every conversation I had and heard today. As we all know topping-choice is crucial, get it right and you are looking at pancake-perfection, get it wrong and you'll feel sick all day. So the stakes are high when it comes down to the wire and decisions must be made.
Personally I am an eccentric pancake-topper...I'll throw anything yummy in there. For my dinner this evening I had a cheese and bacon pancake and a cheese and more cheese pancake, followed by several sweet pancakes of increasing creativity. My toppings know no limits of sugar-content, heart-attack risk or calorie counts, it is Fat-Tuesday after all. However, amongst experimentation there is always room for a nod to tradition with a lemon and sugar soaked pancake. Unfortunately the traditionalist in me was forced to forgo such conventional toppings, due to the lemon-less-pancake-day-debacle of 2011. A lime had to suffice and I reckon its tastier.
What I love the most about this day is the warm swell of optimism and happiness that washes over everyone. As the sunshine and topping-chatter filled rooms around the country, I am certain spirits were flipped like a crepe into a sunny-demeanour. Because who doesn't love a good pancake?
No one. I have never heard them called too soft, too warm, too delicious, what could possibly be wrong with a pancake? As one of the most versatile of foods, you can have pancakes sweet or savoury, tiny or huge, for a snack or supper, scotch or crepe... The possibilities are as endless as...ok they're not quite endless but nearly.
I challenge you to find something negative about a pancake. Exactly, it can't be done. Pancakes, even mere conversations about Pancakes have the power to turn a terrible tuesday into "Mardis Gras" and with a name like that nothing can go wrong.
Who knew Eggs, Flour and Milk had such magical powers of persuasion?
I will leave you with my two favourite discoveries of the day;
Bunny's love pancakes too...
And more importantly Make Pancakes Not War...
Now bring on the Lent challenges...
Personally I am an eccentric pancake-topper...I'll throw anything yummy in there. For my dinner this evening I had a cheese and bacon pancake and a cheese and more cheese pancake, followed by several sweet pancakes of increasing creativity. My toppings know no limits of sugar-content, heart-attack risk or calorie counts, it is Fat-Tuesday after all. However, amongst experimentation there is always room for a nod to tradition with a lemon and sugar soaked pancake. Unfortunately the traditionalist in me was forced to forgo such conventional toppings, due to the lemon-less-pancake-day-debacle of 2011. A lime had to suffice and I reckon its tastier.
What I love the most about this day is the warm swell of optimism and happiness that washes over everyone. As the sunshine and topping-chatter filled rooms around the country, I am certain spirits were flipped like a crepe into a sunny-demeanour. Because who doesn't love a good pancake?
No one. I have never heard them called too soft, too warm, too delicious, what could possibly be wrong with a pancake? As one of the most versatile of foods, you can have pancakes sweet or savoury, tiny or huge, for a snack or supper, scotch or crepe... The possibilities are as endless as...ok they're not quite endless but nearly.
I challenge you to find something negative about a pancake. Exactly, it can't be done. Pancakes, even mere conversations about Pancakes have the power to turn a terrible tuesday into "Mardis Gras" and with a name like that nothing can go wrong.
Who knew Eggs, Flour and Milk had such magical powers of persuasion?
I will leave you with my two favourite discoveries of the day;
Bunny's love pancakes too...
And more importantly Make Pancakes Not War...
Now bring on the Lent challenges...
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