Shampoo and naked guys with glasses. Just another Friday.........

Again I begin with apologies for the absent blog this week. Been mega busy and then I was gonna write one this morning, but I found that the new series of Vampire Diaries had started and so I caught an episode of that before work, instead. It was a tough decision but brooding boys and sexual tension won over and so now you are left with a weekend blog entry. (Sorry J. I know you like to read it on the train to work. I will do better next week. I promise.)

And so.......Buying shampoo. Shouldn't it be easy? Walk into Boots or Superdrug and grab a bottle of shampoo, pay and lather rinse repeat.....Right?

In theory, yes. But in reality. There's 100's of coloured bottles all promising something that is inevitably not gonna happen, like I'd have volumous hair; or beautiful ends, or shiny hair; or professional hair care that would put me on par with the leading hair stylists. And not only these lies, but there's all the jargon that no one really understands, like proteins and vitamins and formulas and secret technology and.........Get over yourself. It's washing hair, it ain't rocket science, or brain surgery. And in most cases you either go for something on offer, or, and I'm sure this isn't just the women, you go for the one with the prettiest bottle. Ha ha. It's freakin' true though.

Needless to say, my new shampoo has a shiny red bottle. Nice! And it does promise me beautiful split ends. I hope that means that my ends will be beautiful and not that my split ends will be. Ha!

A bus went past me today on the way to work with this massive D&G advertisement for, believe it or not, glasses. There was, of course, a naked and extremely toned guy and lo and behold he was wearing a pair of glasses.....nothing else though.

I found myself tutting. I mean did he really have to be naked? It's like seeing someone naked except for socks. It's just weird and in the case of socks, wrong. Unless someone's eye sight was that bad, they wouldn't have sex with glasses on, shower with glasses on, or swim with glasses on. Although,  guess you could watch porn with glasses on (not that you'd need to be naked for that, but I was struggling to figure out other reasons to be naked.)

So then I thought, okay, let's try and figure out the reasons why it would be best to sell glasses with a naked man, not of course counting the obvious, sex sells. And this is what I came up with.........

They could be trying to say, buy these glasses and you too could look good naked.

In which case, my response would be: I don't look good naked and it ain't likely to improve if I wear glasses, because I'll actually be able to see myself in focus. Urgh!

Perhaps they'd found a way of using hypnosis on adverts and if you look anywhere but his eyes then you suddenly have an urge to buy glasses. But not any glasses. D&G ones.

They could also be trying to send subliminal messages, by encoding data into his pecs and abs.
He he. Or of course, it could just be a not-so-clever-been-done-a-million-times-before, sex sells, obvious advert, which is simply something to oggle at. By the way, the hypnosis and subliminal messaging didn't work. I kept my eye firmly on the glasses.

Am currently on the train up North to see the parentals and some friends. In fact, I have a posh function tomorrow (well posh for up North) and I have to wear a dress and everything. Perhaps I should take a copy of the D&G advert with me and that way I can wear jeans but hypnotise them into thinking I'm wearing a dress. Ha!

Nah, it should be great fun and I have the honour of escorting one of my oldest and dearest friends. CT. We are going boy-less and so she is my date. It's gonna be awesome! Much dancing and general merriment, though hopefully not so much alcohol that I embarrass myself or forget half the night. Eek. Actually last night I lost a couple of hours after drinks with C, but they were on my couch wrapped in a blanket, with Film Four on in the background, so not too harrowing. Funny though. I just can't hold it like I used to. I don't bounce back as quickly as I used to in the morning too. Damn old age. He he.

Well, I hope this has been sufficiently odd enough for you and I will return soon with more bizarre stories, ramblings, rants and general wonderment.

Bon Weekend.

Helen