Bah Humbug..

It is that time of the year every single girl loves – a chance to live your own Bridget Jones moment, or just sit there with the cats and ice-cream watching endless re-runs of it (wait, that’s not just me, is it?).

Christmas does give rise to some great social media, such as all the spoof versions of the Christmas ads. One of my favourite buzzfeeds this year was the lonely sister-in-law christmas cards – if only I had the guts to send this out, I’d die laughing at the reaction. Of course there are some down right scary cards out there, this one made the cats run and hide, I think in future I will threaten them with bringing him home.

This year I have refused to take part in any Christmas activities and the associated guilt that surrounds them, the you’re putting on weight, why aren’t you talking to Auntie Joan, what happened to that nice young man, type conversations that surround the day. This year I’ve decided it’s me, the cats, endless looping of the worst Christmas songs, and a boozed up version of Christmas pudding Ice Cream– if Colin Firth wants to pop round I might share. Ho-ho-hum

TV time

As I mentioned the other day, I’ve gone into Autumn shut down, the beauty of this means more quality time with the cats at home. And that means TV , while the cats enjoyed my attempts at audience participation with the Great British Bake Off (see below), that was just the warm up for the show that will take us through to winter – yes, that’s right, its Apprentice time.

Each year I like to imagine that the cats get quite excited when the theme tune starts, as they surely know by now that means consistent couch time. Possibly the fact that I turn all phones off, meaning no interruptions, meaning no movement, meaning plenty of time to knead your way to that perfect spot puts them in cat heaven. So, I do like to be fair to them, all necessary accessories are organised way before we sit down. TV set up with remote at arms reach, check, tea  organised, check, live blog on Ipad running, check, and most importantly vodka shots lined up for every time Lord Sugar points that wise old finger off doom.

So, far this years crop seem a bit bland, no crazy inventors and the most daring dresser has one already. There’s not much in the way of eye candy either, I think I’ll keep my eye on Nick for now, let’s face it no major show on BBC is now complete without a silver-haired fox.

 

Amazing talk on why we fall in love

So as you all know I’m constantly on the lookout, scouring the internet for anything that will make the Gordian Knot of love, life and relationships a little less perplexing. Seeing as I can’t follow in the footsteps of the Great Alexander by simply destroying the knot with a swift swing of a sword, I’ve got to look to other means of untangling it.

So imagine my delight when I happened upon this ted talk entitled ‘The Brain In Love.’ I ignored the fact that a talk entitled ‘The Brain Out Of Love’ would probably be more appropriate for me and went ahead and watched it anyway. Boy I’m glad I did. Helen Fisher brings up some comforting facts. 95% of all men and women answered that they have either A) dumped someone who really loved them or B) been dumped by someone who they really loved. That sort of statistic doesn’t fill me with a lot of confidence but it at least suggests that my plight isn’t one I have to suffer alone! It seems everybody is bound to suffer in singledom at some point in their lives.

Fisher goes on to give some analysis of why men and women seem to be so different citing our evolution in small tribes as a strong shaping factor. Men evolved to sit side by side and not meet a gaze directly, women evolved nurturing and caring for their kids, looking into their faces constantly, and so seek this eye to eye contact more than man.

I hope that’s why cute guys don’t seem to want to meet my gaze when I’m on the subway! Anyway, I found this article which I hope is going to give me some useful tips. Expect to hear of my progress in upcoming blogs!