When I Grow up I want to be a Lebanese Girl

As many of you may be aware, I have always wanted to be a lebanese girl when I grow up. I love the way they wear the most fabulos shoes, I love the way the carry outrageous handbangs, and talk on their mobiles constantly. I love their dyed blonde hair, they are so fabulous in every sense of the word....





but now this





"The success of the industry in Lebanon last week prompted a Lebanese bank to put up billboards across the country to announce that they would be giving loans for plastic surgery.
The billboards are posted all over the capital, even in Beirut’s southern suburbs, a hotbed of the Islamist Hezbollah movement.
First National Bank’s “Plastic Surgery Loan” can provide between 1,000 and 5,000 dollars to cover “all your plastic surgery operations,” according to the bank’s website"





Oh dear lord.





New Boobs all round!





This is a much better image and part of the reason I love them....

Style in the face of adversity

(now I know this sounds ill informed and trite, but ......)

Glasters Eat Your Heart Out

Galstonbury on the weekend just gone. The Kaiser Chiefs played second headliner to THE WHO! to 177000 people ( or there abouts ) Bad Glastonbury story and a good glastonbury story

but the thing is, that we are going to Splendour, where we get to see them, and Lily Allen, and the Artic Monkeys, and The Cat Empire and the Hilltop Hoods.

And as Cool as that is, it is not quite as cool as the gumboots we have procured to wear.

They look like this.....................

I know I know.

We LOVE!

Monkey Magic Intro

This is truly truly great.

How to cheer up your Friday afternoon

And of Course this too

have a look at what we are doing here at uni, for our school leavers

click click click click

it could of course go terribly wrong but that is the excitement of it.

And I love youTube anyway - now I feel like it is DeGrassi Junior High for Toowoomba.

See, I told you it was cold

Holy God its Cold

I know its not Victorian weather but you try waking up in a big old queenslander with no heating on a day like today.......

I think I want to move to Melbourne

As much as I love the Queensland weather (and I am excluding Tba from that statement), I really really want to be able to sit in a cool coffee shop/bar/pub, which is warm as warm compared to outside, browse newspapers, smoke fags (until end of June anyway) and look out across a windy street at all the cool, hip young things on their way to meet other cool hip young things and solve the problems of the world.

Here there is one quasi cool cafe, and very few cool hip young things.Clothing here in Tba town still revolves around RM Williams, Ralph Lauren and Myer. Culture and Fashion - why have you forsaken me?

In the immortal words of MSKP "I wish you would all stop mucking around and just move to Melbourne." and today I feel like doing just that.


Can you guarantee it will be warm in September?

Perhaps I should just move for the winter...................

Any road, all the blogging out there and the cool pictures make me want to move.

Maybe I need a minibreak in Brisbane.

(and horror of horrors, it is Grammar Day this weekend - god save us all)

Tba fashion for boys Tba fashion for girls