Blogs

Georgina Terry shakes a pineapple

By George Terry • Jul 8th, 2008 • Category: Blogs, Georgina Terry

“If you wonder who the girl on stage with the pineapple is, it’s me…”


Geekazoid!: Suck My Mix

By Chris Lo • Jul 7th, 2008 • Category: Blogs, Chris Lo

“It’s like Facebook! Except with music! And no SuperPokes! And…okay, it’s not like Facebook…”


Caomhan is pissed at overprotective parents

By Caomhan Keane • Jul 7th, 2008 • Category: Caomhan Keane

“Perhaps they would have been happier if Newsround had just announced that Speight had left CBeebies and gone to live on a farm like several of Blue Peter’s cats and dogs…”


Morag Lyall’s little guide to reds

By Morag Lyall • Jul 6th, 2008 • Category: Blogs, Morag Lyall

“This week, let red wines take centre stage, with an easy guide to what all the labels mean…”


Kate Livesey says get over it

By Kate Livesey • Jul 4th, 2008 • Category: Kate Livesey
“I’ve been through numerous break-ups myself and I’ve realised one thing: the best thing to do when things end is to preserve as much of your dignity as possible…”


Georgina Terry is unwell

By George Terry • Jul 1st, 2008 • Category: Blogs, Georgina Terry

“Sorry, fans…”


Geekazoid!: The Shadow of Flamin’ Chris

By Chris Lo • Jun 30th, 2008 • Category: Blogs, Chris Lo

“I never thought so before, but I guess my ego is like the Tower of Pisa – huge, insecure and in constant need of reinforcement…”


Morag Lyall’s little guide to whites

By Morag Lyall • Jun 27th, 2008 • Category: Blogs, Morag Lyall

“Australian or Chilean wines (the ‘New World’) are my favourite, but a lot of people still like the tradition of ‘Old World’….”


Kate Livesey doesn’t like growing up

By Kate Livesey • Jun 26th, 2008 • Category: Blogs, Kate Livesey
“I’ve always had a short attention span. When I do start to see someone, I’m not the first to bring up the icky issue of commitment…”


Caomhan’s pissed… At himself!

By Caomhan Keane • Jun 25th, 2008 • Category: Blogs, Caomhan Keane

“A barrage of notes, quotes and scathing criticism is hurtling towards its inevitable end - the dole office. I wouldn’t trade it for all the tea in Tesco. But a party it wasn’t…”