tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49074268506215967402024-02-18T23:15:18.413-08:00FAD"Thoughts for a Generation."The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-70943359932572380062009-10-01T05:32:00.000-07:002009-10-01T05:40:33.817-07:00Holiday<div style="text-align: center;">So we're back! After a set of month-long holidays we are back, browner and better than ever.<br />Look out for some new posts, ranging from our diary of a fresher, some celebrity gossip, fashion commentary, style stalker and of course opinion.<br />The Faditors.<br />xoxo<br /></div>The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-36221119371384882822009-08-18T06:32:00.000-07:002009-08-18T06:35:31.612-07:00Hey Good Lookin' - Charlotte<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLT9GlzYbhT7rp6riSRlbVliYHcOJjt_QCRJUvSTjXfHBwcl0udIK3l6Fu3v-jQ5zOf4Yu-BT-QDdCnQQ0rVus-gyhInWFV7D9ujrj94KOBg01rwoU-IEzy8GXAyXujx6AwrnMDMIkK5Ax/s1600-h/IMG00637-20090817-2027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLT9GlzYbhT7rp6riSRlbVliYHcOJjt_QCRJUvSTjXfHBwcl0udIK3l6Fu3v-jQ5zOf4Yu-BT-QDdCnQQ0rVus-gyhInWFV7D9ujrj94KOBg01rwoU-IEzy8GXAyXujx6AwrnMDMIkK5Ax/s320/IMG00637-20090817-2027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371296868209300418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Charlotte - 20 - London<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Q - Name 2 things that attract you to the opposite (or same) sex.</span><br />A - Arrogance and their eyes.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Q - Name 2 things that you can't live without.</span><br />A - My family and my make up bag.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Q - Tell us a joke.</span><br />A - Why did the man push his wife off the cliff?<br />Tequila!<br /></div>The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-35814510309071579792009-08-17T07:36:00.000-07:002009-08-17T08:01:15.001-07:00The Break Up Rules<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/1/13839/21_2008/blair-chuck-web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 266px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/1/13839/21_2008/blair-chuck-web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">Our breakup heroes. No one does it quite like Blair and Chuck</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">.</span><br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">We've all been there. <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Break Up</span> 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 '<span style="font-weight: bold;">over</span>' 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 '<span style="font-weight: bold;">get over</span>' your ex.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />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.</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />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.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />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!')</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />3. However tempting it is to call up<span style="font-weight: bold;"> The Ex </span>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 <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Break Up</span> on facebook because you will inevitably end up more miserable than when you started. Trust us on this one. We speak from tragic experience.)</span> <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />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.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />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.</span> Just smile, nod, say a few words and then move on. <span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><br />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.</span>The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-73870610562949788792009-08-17T07:23:00.000-07:002009-08-17T07:32:23.040-07:00Introducing... The Bagel Head.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcC5U6gkNzAQ9dr-sWnvoiaD2GC3JCpPAY447v7gO_dWIoNHxqywc-MbTYjLjhQvuEKezsbDNc_ydooxVpPjdtt_OcOhqFzGuOzor-tIZ9WPHdBbyiIeA-BhTnEjyh6Ae3pLUE9ELZa1N/s1600-h/dcpbnrrk_18cgj4zrg5_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcC5U6gkNzAQ9dr-sWnvoiaD2GC3JCpPAY447v7gO_dWIoNHxqywc-MbTYjLjhQvuEKezsbDNc_ydooxVpPjdtt_OcOhqFzGuOzor-tIZ9WPHdBbyiIeA-BhTnEjyh6Ae3pLUE9ELZa1N/s320/dcpbnrrk_18cgj4zrg5_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370940413441976258" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">“Captain Kirk, we have two more 2 more </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Bagel heads</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> to join USS Excelsior.”<br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">No </span><span style="font-size:100%;">we're</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Japan</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.<br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Teenagers across </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Japan</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> are going to tattoo </span><span style="font-size:100%;">parlors</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> where they are being injected with saline. This saline </span><span style="font-size:100%;">monstrosity lump can then be molded into any shape and the IN fashion shape is the Bagel.<br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We have never seen such a pointless and in fact gross creation in all our life. Once again </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Japan</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> is at the forefront of the freak industry and seemingly proud.<br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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.</span> </p>The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-90438439412066957882009-08-17T05:00:00.000-07:002009-08-17T05:02:56.919-07:00Hey Good Lookin' - JJ<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzGtwiJT6u-Co1YJz9i8aWiVFWT5Mi-YJtK-HKD-FUg2eZYG0wW4KWwieDYDbwErG5a_2ZIiYfeRIMgOSNat5A7E-RROVgOUdkFLIFauXBeYbfcNP_JORh3Czx3Zlr0fqIvTI7D0_SJtf/s1600-h/IMG00628-20090815-2120.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzGtwiJT6u-Co1YJz9i8aWiVFWT5Mi-YJtK-HKD-FUg2eZYG0wW4KWwieDYDbwErG5a_2ZIiYfeRIMgOSNat5A7E-RROVgOUdkFLIFauXBeYbfcNP_JORh3Czx3Zlr0fqIvTI7D0_SJtf/s320/IMG00628-20090815-2120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370901695405799938" border="0" /></a><br />JJ - 21 - London<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Q - Name 2 things that attract you to the opposite (or same) sex.</span><br />A - The ability to make me laugh and a nice smile (on girls and boys)<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Q - Name 2 things that you can't live without.</span><br />A - Chocolate and the gym.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Q - Tell us a joke.</span><br />A - What did the big chimney say to the little chimney?<br /> You're too young to smoke!<br /><br /></div>The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-80699857473382533562009-08-17T04:53:00.001-07:002009-08-17T05:03:20.602-07:00Hey Good Lookin'So one of our features is all to do with <span style="font-weight: bold;">style.</span> 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />So without further ado...The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-88065404467588389872009-08-17T04:49:00.000-07:002009-08-17T04:52:03.471-07:00The Modern Day Love-Hate Relationship<p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.<br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">For</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">us </span><span style="font-size:100%;">guys </span><span style="font-size:100%;">it’s</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> different; it exists</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> usually</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> with our penis</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.<br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">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 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">England</span><span style="font-size:100%;">; 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</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. We </span><span style="font-size:100%;">can’t</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> control </span><span style="font-size:100%;">this, its</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> like Alan Sugar posses our </span><span style="font-size:100%;">little friend</span><span style="font-size:100%;">; unless we do what it wants we're fired.<br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So for the next few years (few here meaning </span><span style="font-size:100%;">40 years) we do what it wants</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, when it wants</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. I</span><span style="font-size:100%;">f it’s lonely we look after it with a Kleenex on hand. When it wants to party we go out and look for its</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> female cousin</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">how is</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Its</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">these </span><span style="font-size:100%;">‘</span><span style="font-size:100%;">time to times</span><span style="font-size:100%;">’</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> that only he decides and we ha</span><span style="font-size:100%;">ve no control. Most or the time he </span><span style="font-size:100%;">show</span><span style="font-size:100%;">s</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> us whilst were looking at the newest video on </span><span style="font-size:100%;">redtube</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> or giving him a wash in the shower. Yet sometimes he </span><span style="font-size:100%;">like</span><span style="font-size:100%;">s</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> to act like </span><span style="font-size:100%;">the dick he truly is.</span><br /></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">As stated </span><span style="font-size:100%;">earlier</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> he quite likes to party</span><span style="font-size:100%;">;</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> so we go out in search for that something to dance with and having a few drinks along the way.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> After a long night we finally find that something for him</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> We are all excited thi</span><span style="font-size:100%;">nking little mans going to be just so</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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.</span><br /></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Oh and yet, the bastard gets worse</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Guys remember those circumstances at school where during your lesson your minds wandered to </span><span style="font-size:100%;">the girl you have your eye on and buddy decides to </span><span style="font-size:100%;">react the only way he knows</span><span style="font-size:100%;">,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> to show us how tall he is</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. 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 </span><span style="font-size:100%;">quickly,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> 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</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> only</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">then decides </span><span style="font-size:100%;">to sleep!</span><br /></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So you</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> get</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> the picture he likes to screw us over as much as he makes us happy</span><span style="font-size:100%;">,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> he enjoys to see us squirm and you </span><span style="font-size:100%;">can’t</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> punish him. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">The modern day love hate relationship is indeed between the man and his penis. As Francais Smedley said,<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > “</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">All is fair in love and war.”</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Oh how true this is. For all we hate him for</span><span style="font-size:100%;">,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> he still gives us untellable pleasure, how fair is that?</span></p>The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-13941341961885511392009-08-13T10:39:00.000-07:002009-08-13T10:44:57.828-07:00Where's Michael?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-3/michael-jackson-waving.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-3/michael-jackson-waving.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="Section1" style="font-family:georgia;"><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">IS it just us or has everyone noticed that Michael Jackson has disappeared from the limelight. Is it just US or is everyone slightly relieved. With all due respect to the man the story got tiresome in the end.<br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Why are we so interested in the story of his ex-wife</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Debbie Rowe</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> who really has achieved nothing in her life other than marrying a star, had some pups (very rich pups now) and getting a lot of dosh. She’s the cleverest type of gold digger or prostitute whatever you would call her. So with all respect to her </span><span style="font-size:100%;">and her many </span><span style="font-size:100%;">talents she’s not exactly what I want to read about every morning. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Another source of news which has kept springing up is about the medication </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Jackson</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> was taking and the doctor was giving him. Firstly I feel sorry for this doctor; he was hired by possibly the most powerful man in pop and did what his demanding client (or boss in this circumstance) asked, to pump him up with pain-killers. Its not as if </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Jackson</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> was so deluded to believe that all the pain killers were not harming him. So it’s with deep pleasure that we note that the story of the drugs and doctors are circulating less and less.<br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Now we don’t want to take significance away from a man who has achieved so much in his life but one article saying he has passed away is the same as the next article saying </span><span style="font-size:100%;">he’s</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> gone to heaven</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here was a musical genius a suspected paedophile although never convicted, an icon of our times. He wont be laid to rest for a good long while, not least whilst there are stories hiccoughing out of nowhere but for now the stories are less and less and for that we wont deny we are grateful…'till the next story Michael R.I.P.</span></p></div>The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-51209556215433636582009-08-13T10:33:00.001-07:002009-08-13T10:33:39.411-07:00The Toxic Friend.<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">We've all got one... The friend who calls you six times a day, usually with a new and different crisis (though rest assured each is as traumatic as the last), the friend who can't tell you that you look hot in your new dress but preens themselves in front of your mirror and throws a tantrum if you don't throw them a compliment, the friend who has to know what you're doing 24/7 lest you be establishing a friendship with someone else.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">Don't get us wrong, these friends are friends for a reason; they take you out to the best bars and clubs, party with you, bitch about your ex's new girlfriend, stalk said girlfriend relentlessly via facebook and report back with a "don't worry, she's hideous, he's totally in denial over loosing you." Of course they're fun (we know you're not all stupid or self torturing enough to get nothing out of a friendship and act as a proverbial punching bag for these people) but none the less, there comes a point where they're leaving whining voicemails on your phone; "why won't you pick up? Are you mad at me? Where are you? I really need you and you're not by your phone." And you're deliberately avoiding your blackberry messenger in case they see their blackberry message to you has been 'read'.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">At FAD we like to call these people our '<span style="font-weight: bold;">toxic friends</span>', and believe us we've had a fair few. And we've come up with a few ideas on how to deal with them.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">You can go the 'tough love' route and tell them to suck it up that no, the fact he hasn't returned their call is not because he's busy but instead because turning up at his door at 3am marginally freaked him out.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">You can lie and say you're out of the country (although thanks to facebook this is an increasingly difficult one to follow through on).<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB">You can cut them out completely, hiding in the toilets when you see them, changing your phone number and affecting a "oh wow, no I didn't know you'd been trying to get hold of me for 6 weeks. Oh whoops must dash to my manicure appointment."<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Or</span> you can be honest. You can say look, you're a great friend most of the time but you need to realise that we're not living in a re inaction of Gossip Girl or the OC (the good season, before Ryan got all psycho and brooding) and surprisingly I do have a life outside of our friendship and I'd like to be able to live that a little.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p><span style="" lang="EN-GB">But then again.... Knowing the Toxic Friend they'll probably turn into a wailing mess and bring it back round to how awful their lives are.</span>The Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4907426850621596740.post-30858999563549774922009-08-13T10:23:00.001-07:002009-08-13T10:27:39.269-07:00Welcome to FADWelcome to the birth of FAD. We're <span style="font-weight: bold;">so</span> pleased to have you!<br /><br />FAD was set up to be the <span style="font-style: italic;">voice for our generation</span>; for people who are genuinely interested in what's going on, who have a sense of humour, who love to go out, who love to talk, who love to gosisp.<br /><br />We'd like FAD to be a character that you'd love to invite to dinner at your house. (Champagne please!) And equally, as expected of any dinner guest, we'd love to hear your views.<br /><br />Happy reading!<br /><br />The FADitors<br />xoThe Faditorshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09810120567786330855noreply@blogger.com0