I have been quite flakey lately because I just got really exhausted with work and traveling. I am back for a bit. DWTS, was a blast!!!
Donny Osmond- should go home he is a showman, but it is truly a contest against his sister, Marie. Marie, must have some pressure towards ET to keep her brother on DWTS.
Joanna, even her long blond locks and Barbie Doll figure could not keep her on the show. She had beautiful long lines, but would forget to point her toes.
Mya, is a trained dancer!!~ She would not win a 'Miss Congeniality Contest.'
Kelly Osborne, Can cry and dance. Well, what a multi-tasker. The crowd favorite as far as the one who has struggeled the most. She truly dances with her heart. It also helps having her parents at every dance performance. The one who will win on sheer determination and this will transform her life and give her a positive identity.
Okay, I do not have your talent. They would not let us take photo's inside they confiscated our phones and cameras. DARN!!!! DARN!!!!
Hugs & Love Sandra
We all know by now that StupidDonnyOsmond won. I heard he took LOTS of ballroom dancing lessons after Marie's stint on DWTS, in hopes of his own appearance. That kind of bugs me.
Nancy and Sandra
at Mr. Chow in Beverly Hills
I LOVE it when you guys send me reviews - and this one was fantastic!
This is one the cutest things I've received here on Dipped in Cream. A beautiful little 5 year old girl named Rachel gave her mom Rebecca, her little review of the Miley Cyrus concert the other night in Chicago.
These are ENTIRELY Rachel's words:
"I like Miley Cyrus songs.Mileys brother started the show, he was funny, I didnt really like his music though. I was so happy when Miley came on.I liked Mileys clothes.My favorite outfit was the dress she wore when she sang "Bottom of the ocean". My Daddy bought me a glowstick and I really like it.My favorite song that I danced to was " creepy little sneaky fly on the wall" (actual name of the song is "Fly on the wall") I liked her microphone, and i liked her hair.The cool thing happened when Miley was in the air on the motorcycle with strings. I have 2 more favorite songs that I like .. " Let's get crazy"& "Bottom of the ocean" i wish i could meet Miley. I want to go again to see her, I really miss her."
That. Is. PRECIOUS. Thank you so much, Rachel. I have an entirely different idea of Miley now that I see her through your eyes.
Honestly? Miley looks like she puts on a great show...and just seeing little Rachel's face made my heart swell. Please go to this YouTube site that Rachel's mom gave me. Dar-LING.
http://www.youtube.com/user/rachelsmom04#p/a
I better watch my back. Rachel's set to take over my job.
I LOVE Guest Review day! "The Boys", have given us a review of a new and hilarious show called Modern Family. I caught the repeat of the premiere last night (the show usually airs on Wednesday at 9/8c) and seriously laughed out loud throughout the entire show. I'm known as a "tough room"...so for me to laugh that hard and frequently is rare.
And now...Today's Guest Review !
Cameron and Lily
"Modern Family"
Premiere episode
ABC 9pm 9/23/09
Ok. So the previews looked funny but I'm always sure the scenes shown are the only funny one from the whole show cut-and-pasted to draw me in... so not true here. I honestly had to look away from the screen three times, not from cringing, but because i was going to wet myself from hysterical laughter. I won't bore you with the set up (I've followed thew review with a sitcom story set-up from a reliable source. I'll just give you the reasons to watch this show so you too can double over cross your legs and squeal (I know... sounds like a normal Friday night at my house too).
The "gay" couple return from Vietnam where they adopted a baby girl. they present her (in true diva fashion) to the family: bro in-law asks what they named her and after being told "Lily" asks "Won't that be hard for her to pronounce"? Grandpa comes around and pipes in "Bring that little potsticker here! She's one of the family now".
Cool dad and mom have a rule about the air-soft gun dad bought the boy... "If he shoots his sister, he gets shot". Of course he shoots his sister. The ensuing argument about the scheduling of dad shooting the kid ends with mom writing on the calendar for 4:15. Kid laments " Daaaad!" Dad responds "Nothing I can do son. It's on the calendar now". Dad proves unable, when confronted with the act of shooting his son with an air-soft gun, to finish the task. While processing the guilt, he is able to accidently shoot his son and the teenage boyfriend visiting his daughter.
Too many more to mention. You should need no other review than: my sister calling me as the show ended and saying "Oh my god! That is so our family". Trust me, that is the highest of praise.
"The premiere introduces viewers to three families. Ty Burrell and Julie Bowen play the traditional mom and dad. Burrell takes the role of TV clueless dad up a notch by deluding himself into thinking he is hip and cool. Bowen portrays the mom as a former wild child who now worries her kids will follow her former rebellious path. Their three kids -- a high school cutie, a precocious daughter and a klutzy son, all familiar TV types -- turn everyday parenting challenges into comedic gold.
The second family, a gay couple played by Jesse Tyler Ferguson and Eric Stonestreet, become adoptive parents in the opener. Ferguson's comedy skills were apparent on CBS' "The Class," then obscured in Fox's "Do Not Disturb." Here, and especially opposite Stonestreet, Ferguson realizes his potential.
The third family is a May-December combination played by Ed O'Neill and Sofia Vergara. O'Neill's Al Bundy is one of TV's most unforgettable characters, but this role will let viewers see him in a new light. At the same time, Vergara's character confirms that the former calendar-pinup girl can be a formidable comedy actress, something her previous series suggested but didn't conclusively demonstrate. In this show, she has a stocky young son from a previous marriage."
YAY! Another Dipped in Cream reader has submitted a concert review! This is from Brad in Ontario, Canada, who was fortunate enough to see KINGS OF LEON!!
"You told me to write you a review to d.i.c. about the kings of leon concert tonight so here it goes.
Kings Of Leon, Kings Of Stage
I was starting to have my doubts about the Kings Of Leon concert after Glas Vegas sucked the life out of everybody. Part of me thought 'hey, maybe K.O.L. sucks live but brought a worse band as an opening act so that they look less terrible by comparison'. Wrong on both accounts.
Kings Of Leon put on arguably one of the best stadium shows of any modern band. Lighting was superb, the stage was appeasing to the eye and the many video screens that towered above the stage had a pleasant mix of artistic images and stage shots of the Kings playing. They opened their set with Closer which sounded almost identical to their album version.
I have to give K.O.L's A/V team the solid credit they deserve, they looked fantastic and sounded even better. The drums were thumping beats into your head without masking out the bass, guitar and most importantly, the vocals. Prior to singing 'Sex On Fire', the lead signer told the crowd he was slightly hungover and wanted help singing this next song. Being one of their biggest hits, everybody knew the lyrics and during the chorus you could not hear the vocals from the stage over the sound of the crowds vocals.
From start to finish the crowd (including those in the nosebleeds) were on their feet, people were dancing in the aisles and everybody was having a good time. They finished their set off with an impeccable version of Use Somebody, another ultra hit.
All in all, Kings Of Leon is definitely a band to see live. But, if Glas Vegas is opening, skip traffic and show up late, you're not missing much."
Ahhh, Brad. Awesome!! Thank you!!
Again you guys, I LOVE posting your concert reviews! If you see a show and want to be Dipped in Cream's Guest Reviewer, contact me!
I'd been looking forward to this festival since my good friend Hedgetrimmer from my University days informed me that I was going to part with 150 quid of my hard earned and attend whether I liked it or not.
What choice did I have?
Me and the flatmate Masher set out on Friday morning for the short 140 mile jag across to Mildenhall to meet up with Hedgetrimmer and his good lady wife Tahiti, transfer our gear from the car to the camper van, stock up on massive amounts of food and booze and take a leisurely trundle down to Chelmsford.
Once on the campsite, a special posh-ish one for campervans and the like, we set up the awning and got down to the serious business of doing bugger all but eat and drink in the gorgeous mid-August sun.
A Range Rover towing a caravan pulled up and what looked like 3 died in the wool sisters of Gaia emerged. Proper fit but covered in tatts. When they were having trouble hammering stakes in to the ground for their windbreaker Tahiti suggested I help out. No chance. I was not going to offer my manly services to three man-hating, but fit, versions of Millie-Tant. Noooooo way. I like my testicles the shape they are.
Two minutes later and one of them was batting her eyelashes and asking if there was a big, strong man around to hammer in these nasty widdle pieces of wood. I confidently strode over to bludgeon the unhelpful match sticks into the deck. After successfully erecting the engineering marvel of 4 sticks and some plastic canvas and smashing my wrist three times with the rubber mallet I sulked back to the camper van with slightly less of a strut.
We drank, we ate, we listened to music and we played cards. Simple but effective entertainment for all four of us thirty something party animals.
Getting in to the venue the next afternoon was a pain in the ass as the campervan site had to share a venue with all the commoners who only had day passes. I mean really. What is the world coming to? My mood was brought even further down by having to queue for almost an hour and a half for beer tokens. Not queuing for beer but for beer tokens which then meant you had to queue for the beer itself. Not a great start but truth be told it was the only down point of the weekend.
We missed most of the Noisettes due to the beer queues but to be fair they've got one decent song and that's been played to death on the radio so I couldn't really care. Jet were the next act up on the 4Music stage and they were pretty damn good. Being Aussies I thought they might have a bit of a banter at the cricket. They didn't which was probably just as well. Jet are a very good band and they played a quality set which I enjoyed hugely along with the sun and the beer.
Dizzee Rascal was next and if you ever get a chance to see him live go. Just go. Bonkers was a particular highlight alongside some white middle age bloke saying how funny it was that the crowd was full of, and I mean 99% at least, white kids trying to sing and dance like black Londoners. "I can hear 'dem sirens comin'!" Really? All the way from Surbiton? Awesome set.
The Wombats really surprised me, I've heard their popular, mainstream hits and it's always been a nice thing to have on in the background but I was honestly taken aback. I'm pretty sure that at this point I was quite drunk. :o) It was also about this point that we made some Festival Friends in Paul, Gareth, Mandy and Imelda. They're not right in the head. They really aren't! Brilliant people and a cracking laugh.
There was quite a buzz about the place for the next band and the 4Music stage began to fill up for Pendulum as dusk fell . 35,000 people going off their nut is quite a sight to behold I can assure you but I thought they were crap. They sounded exactly the same live as they do on their albums so it wasn't a reproduction issue. I just didn't get it. Accuse me of heresy if you will, lots of people have, but I thought they were mediocre at best.
Masher and Hedgetrimmer didn’t accuse me of heresy. They just called me an idiot.
Fat Boy Slim came on. Brilliant. Just amazing the way he plays other peoples records on a record player. Again, I was the only one in the place not going crazy, I just do not get dance music. I decided at this point to head on back to the campervan and get the dinner on.
The gas bottle had run out (the camper ran on LPG gas for the cooker, fridge and hot water) but there was a spare so at midnightish armed with spanner and a maglite and as pissed as a handcart I went to resolve the issue. The connection was tighter than a Yorkshireman's wallet and I sliced my finger open after chewing the brass nut. After Hedgetrimmer had phoned Tahiti's Dad the secret to gas bottle maintenance was bestowed upon me. Gas bottles have a left hand thread. That NASCAR Engineering degree was useless in the campervan world. “Righty-tighty Lefty-Loosey” just didn’t apply. My whole belief system was stood upon it’s head, it was like seeing Stephen Hawking being levitated by Paul Daniels.
Chicken Curry sandwiches for supper. Gourmet scran I think you'll all agree.
Sunday arrived and still the weather was the best we poor Brits had seen all summer. Sunday promised to be the highlight. One of my favourite bands were headlining that night and I was anticipating greatness. After another quality fried breakfast courtesy of Hedgetrimmer and his mastery of the campervan's facilities we wound our way to the festival site to be greeted by a poxy piece of A4 paper pronouncing that "Oasis have had to cancel tonight's performance due to illness."
For the rest of the day any mention of Oasis and Liam's so called viral laryngitis was roundly booed and discredited. The fact they played the night before at Stafford and Liam stayed up until stupid o' clock on the pop was widely known and the Rock Star has Hangover headline did not impress.
Weapons grade knobhead.
We headed for the 4Music stage again because it was pretty comfy and there are two big trees that we could get some respite from the burning sun if we needed. Alicia Dixon was just finishing her set. Why the hell she was at a festival I don’t know but it provided many photo opportunities of scantily clad young ladies bopping around. Not bopping with me but near enough for me to revel in that age old English tradition of leching. Happy days.
Our festival friends from the day before re-joined us and when Katie Perry came on it was time to get excited. England had taken 5 wickets in the morning session leaving Australia requiring 300 runs over 2 days with their best batsmen gone. Masher had the DAB radio on 5Live Sports Extra and with one earpiece each we multi-tasked in the most manly way possible; Katie Perry frolicking in front of us and the final test of the Ashes 2009 in our lugholes.
With every wicket that went down fresh chants were originated from our vicinity and spread at least three rows. Sod Oasis. England had regained the Ashes and we were in party mode.
Katie Perry may be ultra fit but England winning the Ashes is something *SPECIAL* that only we very manly Englishmen and our unfortunate Aussie lady friend Mandy can appreciate. Poor girl.
We popped over to watch the Streets and all I heard was a muffled thud-thudding from the tent as me and my new Strine friend queued for bloody ages for a couple of beers. Streets missed.
Back to the 4Music stage for more dancing to whoever was on and more beer. I really can’t remember who we saw after the Streets but we got really near the front for Keane and this is how I know I was bladdered, Keane sounded really good. Everyone must have been having a good time by now as there was only a small boo when they covered ‘Don’t Look Back In Anger’ so yup! We were smashed.
A belting weekend enjoyed with some of the finest people I could ever wish to know.
Some expert impromptu cricket was played using electrical tape, a copy of Private Eye, a tent pole and a piece of cardboard from a Guinness multipack.
Many beers were sunk.
Some absent Mancunian assholes.
No sunburn despite epic weather.
Some pointed reminders from Masher and Hedgetrimmer that “Pub Etiquette” does not apply at Festivals. If someone barges past you, let them. If a piss-bomb hits you (you know if it’s real piss as it’s very, very warm) you cannot seek out the offender and administer some Chard justice.
Some crap music.
Some cracking music.
Hedgetrimmer, Tahiti, Masher, Mandy, Imelda, Paul and Graham. You’ve made my summer.
Hedgetrimmer has just informed me that he’s already got 8 tickets for next year. For me it really cannot come soon enough.
