Thursday 1 October 2009

Holiday

So we're back! After a set of month-long holidays we are back, browner and better than ever.
Look out for some new posts, ranging from our diary of a fresher, some celebrity gossip, fashion commentary, style stalker and of course opinion.
The Faditors.
xoxo

Tuesday 18 August 2009

Hey Good Lookin' - Charlotte


Charlotte - 20 - London
Q - Name 2 things that attract you to the opposite (or same) sex.
A - Arrogance and their eyes.
Q - Name 2 things that you can't live without.
A - My family and my make up bag.
Q - Tell us a joke.
A - Why did the man push his wife off the cliff?
Tequila!

Monday 17 August 2009

The Break Up Rules

Our breakup heroes. No one does it quite like Blair and Chuck.

We've all been there. The Break Up seems to have more articles written about it than most other subjects to do on affairs of the heart. Every magazine, blog, tv-show and pop song would have you think that there's a prescribed process to achieve the inevitable state of being 'over' someone. If you get the right hair cut, the right 'break up' outfit, even the right dvds and ice cream to cry over (and into), you'll be able to 'get over' your ex.

The topic has been discussed endlessly at the FAD office (by which we mean our kitchen table or the nearest bar) and most post-break up nights where there is alcohol involved seem to end with one or all of the FADitors crying into their wine glasses. And we've come up with the following tips that have helped us, and we hope might help you.


1. Crying your eyes out for as long as you want is fine and infact positively encouraged. This is one time you can avoid the 'drama queen' label whilst wailing about how unfair life is and how the vodka bottle is the new love of your life.


2. Whilst the snicker ice cream binge brings us all great joy on the kitchen floor at 3am, it will make us feel like fat, spotty idiots (and induce another round of self loathing along the lines of 'well of course s/he dumped me; look at me!')


3. However tempting it is to call up The Ex and cry, scream and shout, in the long run its all about having a little bit of self respect and waiting till you're feeling more stable (i.e. Not crying at every dog rescue advert on the tv and not obsessively stalking anyone connected to The Break Up on facebook because you will inevitably end up more miserable than when you started. Trust us on this one. We speak from tragic experience.)


4. Whilst we're on the subject of facebook and twitter, do try to avoid those self-pitying updates and statuses; you know the ones we're talking about, the 'my life is over now you've left me' and 'I don't know what to do anymore or what the point in my life is, without you by my side.' However much you may be feeling it, for your sanity (and to stop you becoming a laughing stock to everybody around you) keep it to yourself.


5. If you do get into the position where you bump into your very recent ex be very calm, very gracious and most importantly, not in the least bitter. This rule applies regardless if they've caught you in your trackie's leaving Tesco's with a bag full of malteasers and they're with their newest squeeze who is enivtably a thinner, taller, more beautiful version of you (in your eyes) or if you're in a club feeling fantastic and having a great night.
Just smile, nod, say a few words and then move on.

All of this and believing that if something is meant to be, it'll be, that good things sometimes end and most importantly not to force anything, do it in your own time and you might just surprise yourself at how quickly you're feeling better.

Introducing... The Bagel Head.


“Captain Kirk, we have two more 2 more Bagel heads to join USS Excelsior.”

No we're afraid not. These two men aren’t extras on the latest Star Trek film. What you are actually looking at is the latest FAD to take over Japan.

Teenagers across Japan are going to tattoo parlors where they are being injected with saline. This saline monstrosity lump can then be molded into any shape and the IN fashion shape is the Bagel.

We have never seen such a pointless and in fact gross creation in all our life. Once again Japan is at the forefront of the freak industry and seemingly proud.

But we are happy to report that these men actually have a second chance as the saline disappears within 24 hours leaving no permanent damage (we'll believe it when we see it!) All we can say is let’s hope this FAD lasts 24 hours as well.

Hey Good Lookin' - JJ


JJ - 21 - London
Q - Name 2 things that attract you to the opposite (or same) sex.
A - The ability to make me laugh and a nice smile (on girls and boys)
Q - Name 2 things that you can't live without.
A - Chocolate and the gym.
Q - Tell us a joke.
A - What did the big chimney say to the little chimney?
You're too young to smoke!

Hey Good Lookin'

So one of our features is all to do with style. We all have different style, different ways of expressing ourselves. Even amongst the FADitors we have a huge range, from the quirky, to the sloaney, to the simple, to the extravagant.

It's never up to us to decide what's hot and what's not; that's up to you to decide but we thought we'd share with you photos of people whose style we love along with a few questions we ask them. These aren't people who are famous or well known (for their style or otherwise) but friends of ours or even people we stop in the street simply cause we love their looks.

So without further ado...

The Modern Day Love-Hate Relationship

All you girls know that feeling of hating someone but still loving them for whatever reason. Usually family sometimes friends and for Melania Trump the new skyscraper named after her.

For us guys it’s different; it exists usually with our penis.

Yes we know you're probably wondering where this is going but listen up because us guys can’t just lie back and think of England; we have our little man who controls our fate. This little man who spent the first 13 years of our lives in a dormant state, well looked after but massively ignored, demands on one fateful year that its boss now. We can’t control this, its like Alan Sugar posses our little friend; unless we do what it wants we're fired.

So for the next few years (few here meaning 40 years) we do what it wants, when it wants. If it’s lonely we look after it with a Kleenex on hand. When it wants to party we go out and look for its female cousin to dance with. When its our little boss mans birthday we go all out to give him the time of his life. But we can't complain about this; when Mr. Sugar is happy, were happy. We love him you see. So, you're probably wondering if we love our dicks so much, how is this relevant to the topic of love and hate? Well the insult ‘you dick’ we believe comes from the fact that our little man is sometimes the biggest dick to us. See when we hit puberty little man isn’t so little anymore, well he is most the time, he just likes to show us how tall he’s getting from time to time. Its these time to times that only he decides and we have no control. Most or the time he shows us whilst were looking at the newest video on redtube or giving him a wash in the shower. Yet sometimes he likes to act like the dick he truly is.

As stated earlier he quite likes to party; so we go out in search for that something to dance with and having a few drinks along the way. After a long night we finally find that something for him. We are all excited thinking little mans going to be just so proud of us, we drop our pants and show little man what we got him (or bought him). Reaction…….reaction…. come on little man show us how tall you are. “Hmmmmm……this doesn’t usually happen just wait a bit longer.” It’s no use. Little man sometimes decides he doesn’t want to play this game anymore using the excuse of the alcohol we apologise to the present we found him and try and hide our embarrassment.

Oh and yet, the bastard gets worse. Guys remember those circumstances at school where during your lesson your minds wandered to the girl you have your eye on and buddy decides to react the only way he knows, to show us how tall he is. The bell suddenly goes and we all think shit! We wait taking ages to put our pens in the case, urging buddy to be a friend and go to sleep but he usually doesn’t listen all he wants is his best friend Kleenex. So we think quickly, either we put our books in front of buddy (although sometimes this looks a little awkward) or we do the quick tuck up facing up and out of our trousers but hidden by our shirt. Once we're out of the sight of others he only then decides to sleep!

So you get the picture he likes to screw us over as much as he makes us happy, he enjoys to see us squirm and you can’t punish him. The modern day love hate relationship is indeed between the man and his penis. As Francais Smedley said,All is fair in love and war.” Oh how true this is. For all we hate him for, he still gives us untellable pleasure, how fair is that?