Week 14: Running a Marathon…

… well 10k! But you get the idea

-THE PREPARATION-

So this was the biggun’ wasn’t it! I had decided to add this to my list of things to do when the blog was just fresh. I thought I could do anything. I had such optimism. That optimism started to waste away as the weeks went by and I wasn’t training as much as I had hoped. But fuck that shit! I fuckin Rock! I CAN do anything!

-THE TRAINING-

So I decided in January that this shit was gonna go down (why am I speaking like this?) I started training.

Training is a very very far stretch of the word. I went for a light jog around the park and lasted 2 minutes before thinking my lungs were about to explode. I walked out the rest of the lap and retreated back to the house. Of all blogs, I thought this would be the one that would get me out of the house and wouldn’t rely heavily on online research. But no, to my horror. I googled it.

Hey! It worked. I was doing all the simple stuff wrong. Like breathing and stuff! So I worked on it and slowly but surely improved. Then the big freeze happened and I shyed away from the runs and concentrated on the wii fit! God Bless you Mr Wii. It’s so damn fun. But of course I did slack. Let’s not pretend that i was gonna actually do something completely right and turn over a whole new leaf and better myself. Who do you think I am?

But anyways, eventually April hit and shock brought me back to the running. I was picking up great progress. The weather was making it easier for me to get out and do it and the long evenings suited me down to the ground. Then Disaster struck.

-THE KIDNEY INFECTION-

It was Saturday April tenth, a Week before Race Day and Helen and Sarah’s 21st Birthday Bash! It was meant to be a great day: Work, Jog, Party.

Instead it was: Work. Pain. Home. Nap to Stop the Pain, Intense Pain, Tears, Doctor, Morphine, Bed for a few Days.

It was truly awful. I was in the worst pain I have ever been in. Well until Dr Amazo arrived with the morphine. Then it was rainbows! But he advised to stay in bed for a few days and not to start running again for 2 weeks. TWO WEEKS!!!! Thats a whole week AFTER the marathon. No, not fair. I don’t put small amounts of effort into something for it to be taken away from me by a doctor with two heads and a pet dragon (that last bit may have been the morphine!)

So I thought it through a little. If a trained, I would be way too fucked by the time the race came around.

If I didn’t, I’d have enough energy on race day but I would prob pull all my muscles and collapse in a heap by the 3rd kilometer.

So I took it day by day. The Race was on the Sunday and by friday I was feeling pretty well so I said fuck it. I’ll do 10k today and have a rest day tomorrow and then its race day. Genius.

-RACE DAY-

Two days after my first time completing the 10k…and I was knackered. My legs were still stiff and my poor back was very angry that I didn’t listen to the doctor! But it was too late to give up now.

I woke up nice and early so I could have a big enough breakfast and have it digested before the race. I started early on the powerade, surprised I wasnt peeing blue by the end of the day!

Of course It wouldn’t be Lydia if I didn’t encounter disasters along te way!

1. Couldn’t get my blog t-shirt printed on time

2.Forgot my bag with my blister plasters and other essential items

3. Forgot my Race Number

So I arrived into the Phoenix park in a bit of a panic, fearing they wouldn’t let me race cos I was stupid enough to forget my race number. But they were lovely and gave me a new one! I started to panic again shortly afer though. I was looking around and I could see no fat chicks! It may sound odd but it scared me. Fat chicks run for charities, fat chicks wouldn’t be running the whole 10k in record timing. I wouldn’t be last if there were fat chicks (how horrible am I!?) But everyone seemed to be stretching and warming up and had proper runners and running leggings and stuff and there was me lying on the grass with my boyfriend in my penneys tracksuit. As the time went by and i wandered around a little, they started to come out of the wood work though and i calmed down a little.

-ON YOUR MARKS, GET SET, GO!!!-

The Gun shot and we were off…..a half an hour after! It takes ages to get through that starting line.

I went with the Run a km, Walk a Km, Run a Km approach and it worked out well for me! I kept a good pace throughout and didn’t find myself vomiting into a bush with RTE cameras glued to my sweaty self. The change of scenery was nice and it was easier with a gazillion people there! Before I knew it we were into the last km! SO i jogged the first 500m and sprinted, and i mean sprinted the last 500m.

I came through the finish line at 1hr 20mins, in a heap, alongside a fully kitted out fireman and father and daughter! Success.

I was absolutely delighted with this challenge! It required the most dedication and i have even kept up the jogging. Very importantly I also managed to raise a fait amount of money for charity! Not heaps but enough to make a difference. The odd donation is still coming through so don’t be afraid to let me knwo if you wanna donat eeen a euro or two!

Week 14: Run a Marathon………….. My greatest success yet!!!!

-THE END-

Optimism before the race. It slowly turned to Panic!

Special Lady has a hand written race number! There there Special Lady!

The queue for the toilets was the worst fun! Look at all those people and consider my ACHING kidneys!!

Me giving Dave the finger for taking pictures of my stretching!

See that girl in the white T-shirt! That's ME! Passing the start line!

They came out to see me! They read my blogs....Big fans!

PASSED THE FINISH LINE!! Knackered but delighted. So that s the knackered but delighted face. Not attractive!

I did GOOOOOOD!

Week 13: Coming Soon

To be updated shorty. Apologies for my delay in blogging lately. We’ve had ilnesses and all sorts to deal with in the blog office!

Week 12: Becoming Ambidextrous!

Imagine life having hands of equal ability! Amazing Right?

At this stage you probably don’t actually think its amazing at all. But it wasn’t until I started this weeks blog how retarded my left hand was and properly amazing it would be to use my left hand to do shit too!

Lovely Ladies and Kind Gents, I present to you:

WEEK 11: BECOMING AMBIDEXTEROUS!

Day 1:

I’m amazed at how difficult coherent hand writing is with my left hand! It’s not that it’s just out of practice, it seems my left hand just has no ability to move in the same ways as my right.

Today , I looked into ways to become ambidextrous online and to my dismay it takes people sometimes years to perfect. So my blog will almost certainly end in failure this week. But We’ll see. Here is an excerpt from my ambidextrous Diary thingy.

Day 2:

So Today I’ve looked a little further into the list of activities I’ve compiled from online articles about ambidextousnessnessness.

I’ve started to use a left-handed mouse on my work computer (basically just putting your normal mouse on the other side of the screen) It’s actually quite simple to manoeuver but it’s just the habit of going to move it with my right hand. I keep slapping my right hand down on the desk. It’s a real mind fuck this one.

I’ve also decided to practice the alphabet. It feels like I’ve gone back to junior infants. If I go really really really slowly I can ALMOST make them look proper

DAY 3:

So I’m not sure If I’m really improving but I’m going ahead with the exercises anyway. Today I brought Weight training into the eqaution. Building up muscle in your whole arm is supposed to help with matters. It probably helps in the long run and prob for activities less intricate than writing, which seems to be the thing i’m focussing on for this weeks blog. But sure, I’ll give it a go anyway.

Today I’ve deccided to do things like brush my teeth each day with my left hand and sent texts usung only my left hand. My left hand wasnt te best at the old teeth cleaning so for fear of my teet alling out of my head I decided to go over them with the rusty old right hand. Texting was simple. Its just pointing really. There are no twists and turns involved.

DAY 4:

Today I decided to tie my right hand up in an oven glove. While I had been trying to do day to day things with my left hand afer a very short while you just forget. Its what I’ve been doing all my life so its exremely difficult to change a life long habit. So cuting out the ability of my right hand should help me in this one. Again, I’m not sure of the immediate effects of just one hour long session but I could see the benefits of this in the long run.

DAY 5:

Today I’m going to try perfect my signature. As a friend pointed out to me. Its a very practical skill to have. Especially if i wanna be a famous person! But what I realised in this exercise is that i have a stupid signature in the first place. Its not all squiggles, it’s clearly legible. I may need to change my signature to a normal persons signature. Shit one!

DAY 6:

Today I’ve realiused how bloody long it takes to do everything with my left hand. So I decided to do some speed tests

I’ve aslso practiced doing the different curves required in defferent words..if that makes sense. And some pretty pictures!!!

Its essentially my last day of training and i’m aware of how little progress it looks like i’ve made. SO sorry pals

DAY 7:

So this is it, my final day.

I thik I did pretty damn well and showed a lot of dedication!

Week 12 Becoming Ambidextrous…. I minor success I think, maybe

Week 11: Surviving my first Hen Weekend

Surviving a Hen weekend is an Art.

For the last few years I have been working in the hospitality industry and see hen and stags partyscome in high-spirited unison and leave in a death like state looking as though to hate themselves and their surroundings. In my tender 21 years I have never lived through  one of these weekends. But my time had Finally come. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you.

Week 11: Surviving my First Hen Weekend

No disrespect to anyone intended, but when I think of Hen weekend my thoughts aren’t exactly of admiration. A few buzz words that come to mind are: Thrashy, Slutty, Tacky etc. Now don’t get me wrong, I do love a bit of Tack, but whatever it is I’ve always thought very little of the people travelling on Hen weekends. I was very interested to see how my opinion would stand after being a little naive chick on my first Hen weekend.

Day 1

Friday:

The Hen weekend was in Carrick on Shannon. So I was due to set off at 3pm. We had been updated on the running order of the weekend and already I had dropped my pessimism. I was really really looking forward to the weekend. I convinced myself that our weekend was different to the hen partys I see every weekend in Temple Bar. But maybe that’s the thought of everyone embarking on a hen weekend. Even though my hen weekend was a super fun, seemingly classy weekend, would others look at us and think. “Jaysis, the state of those tarts!” ?

On the agenda for Friday night was a “Girls Night In” We were to be pampered in one of the houses we rented by beauticians and served cocktails from handsome waiters wearing next to nothing. essentially luxurious and classy and it seemed to stay that way! I got plastered in the weirdest way possible. Totally relaxed, upbeat and hilarious. It’s odd getting an AMAZING back massage 6 beers and 7 cocktails into the night.

Conclusion of Day: Amazing, one of the best nights I’ve had. Completely unusual, relaxing, spot of hilarious karaoke and a good dose of mischief with Nicole (the bride to be) climbing into the neighbour’s garden to use their trampoline and not forgetting the Chinese! Nom Nom…

Day 2:

Sat:

This one was always gonna be a toughy. A whole 24 hours of pure Hen-ning. All with the pain and horror of a wicked hangover!

But a beautiful miracle occurred. I woke up, after about 4 hours sleep, completely fresh. And i don’t mean I was just ok, considering. I mean I was funky fresh. Clear Head, stable stomach, not even any stingy eyes. I suppose they say that if you eat before you go to bed to soak up the alcohol, your hangover wont be as bad. Well it must have been the TWO HUNDRED EURO WORTH OF CHINESE FOOD that provided the soakage.

I was literally eating all night. Also I imagine a massage would aid the hangover process. Getting that blood flowing. So I present to you my newest hangover cure, never stop eating all night and get a back and head massage from a 55-year-old Russian mother of three.  We had a few activities scheduled for today:

Hair dresser:

Great idea! Afer my head massage, y hair was greasy ball. I plain and simply couldn’t be arsed washing, blow drying and straightening my hair so the group discount at the hair dressers flippin rocked. Plus there was no tack involved

Afternoon Free:

We had intended on relaxing and getting ready for our evening in our spare few hours. But of course on the way home from the hair dresser it decided to piss rain. So we hit the pub.

Dinner:

Yum yum yum yum yum! The Oarsman in Carrick on Shannon is bleedin delish. Didnt have time for desert though! At this stage we were wearing tiaras. Although we were still well-mannered (this may not be true, my memory says we were but keep in mind I had spent the whole afternoon in the pub.) I imagine the tiaras evoked some dirty looks.

Shannon Cruise.

How fancy does that sound. In reality it was a floating bar. Dancing, Fake penises, Edible penises, drinking, playboy bunny ears. This is where we transcended into a typical hen party……and it was GREAT!

Penis Sweets

Bar/Club:

Note: Pervy old man in THE NIGHT CLUB. Oh Carrick on Shannon you Bizarre town!

We sectioned ourselves off in a little corner and played Hen Party Games. Tacked to the max. There were about 5 other hen partys in the pub and I would like to think we weren’t the most rowdy but we most probably were. Definitely not the most slutty. The english ladies dressed as police women won that round.

We were such a hen party today and this is where I thought i would drop the ball. My fears of being a tacky slappy slutty face were confronting me and I embraced them and had the time of my life really

DAY 3

Sunday:

Nothing planned only breakfast and the dreaded journey home. AGAIN! Fresh as a daisy. I did feel tired, which is understandable after the our eventful saturday. There were a lot of others on the trip however hanging big time on the Sunday morning. As we drove home I remember seeing a car pulled up on the side of the road and one of the party puking her guts up! Good times! Everyone went home in one pice though, bar a few knocks and the obvious loss of stomach contents.

So how did I survive my First Hen Weekend.

• I said “Fuck it” – I let myself go with the flow.
• I ate my body weight in Chinese Food
• I had Red bull and double vodka on night two to keep myself awake
• I  tacked to the max and played hilarious drinking and hen games. Laughter was uncontrollable at times.

So it turned out that surviving my first hen weekend was a breeze. I think a lot of it was down to the bloody AMAZING organisation of the wonderful Avril O’Byrne. The girls night in was the best idea ever and saturday was packed perfectly with super fun stuff!

I feared being Thrashy, Slutty, Tacky. And I think as a whole we just managed Tacky and it was hilarious! I don’t know if it depends on the group of people travelling, or the destination or the activities planned that make me look at a hen party and think “Oh God”. Maybe its just me, maybe I shouldnt be so quick to judge, perhaps the hen parties I encounter are just as harmless as the one I was on.

Week 11: Surviving my first Hen Weekend: Total screaming success!!!!!

Week 10: Host another House Party!

So this may seem a bit odd to some of you peeps and make total sense to others.

Presenting:

Week 10: Host another House Party

This accomplishment was a long time coming. Back in the “good aul days” I used to have a good few parties. People seemed to really enjoy them and I usually had the best time ever hosting them. Who doesn’t like a good session. So It has been, dare I say, a couple of years since I had a party. I hadn’t seen a lot of my close friends in ages, which is not because of the lack of parties but a party would definitely be a solution.

So here’s a brief history of my parys….well, The best bits

1. The Pirate Party

Unforgettable really, I met a lot of my close friends at that party

2. The Random Party

There is no surviving photographic evidence, but i sill have the mental scars, that night got a tad out of control

3. The Cowboy Party

4. The Halloween Party

5. My 18th

6. Wicklow Road Trip

7. Mary’s Surprise 18th

9. Chrismuka

So after much a successful track record I decided to bite the bullet and get back into my old party planning thinking cap! Paddy’s Day just around the corner… PERFECT. Weather was looking pretty good…BBQ..PERFECT.

We do not own a barbeque in our house but sure why would you let that ruin a fantastic idea when Argos have 2 disposable ones for 8 quid…. PERFECT. And so the group text went out.

Embarrassing photos taken down? CHECK

Valuables Stored away? CHECK

House Cleaned? CHECK

Garden Cleared? CHECK

A party outfit? CHECK

Invites sent? CHECK

Booze Bought? CHECK

Meat Bought? CHECK

HAPPY PADDYS DAY!

Did it work? Did People come? Did they have fun?

YES!

Week 10: Host another House Party…Bloody Great

The Paddy’s Day Party received rave reviews, my friend, Friend (that’s her name) described it as a “kitchen full of friendships”

“A Veritable fest of Drunkards and Scallywags” - Kieran Lawless, comedy god of Hen Partys. (HA!)

“You absolutely saved paddy’s day! thanks a million ba-zillion!!” – Katie Keane

“Was mighty craic” - Sarah O’Sullivan

“Did you find my hoody?” – Simon Mulholland

Here’s a pic or two of the fun fun fun!

Week 9: Breakfast in Dublin, Lunch in Brussels, Home in time for dinner.

So here we are at week 9 and what an exciting week it was. For the first, but not necessarily that last time, the blog brought me outside the country. How exciting, eh!?

Presenting…

Week 9: Breakfast in Dublin, Lunch in Brussels, Home in time for dinner.

So why this? Well just because it’s pretty cool, I wanted to do something a tad spontaneous this year. Plus I’ve never been to Belgium so it ticks the Travel box too.

And how did it go? Quite Well thank you for asking.

In theory, it all sounds very glamourous, but of course, it never is, is it? The thing that sparked this trip was the sourcing of return tickets to Brussels on the same day for €5 each way. Who could say no to that? So right away, any luxury went straight out the window, *insert stale Ryanair joke of your choice here*

Instead of going through the whole trip like one big shitty travel diary, I’m going to just bullet point the Pros and Cons of going to Brussels for lunch.

Pros

• Sense of excitement of travel
• You get to say “Ah I’m busy Wednesday, heading to Brussels for lunch”
• Getting to see a new city
• Taste their “authentic meals”
• Drink some odd beer
• Seeing some local characters
• Feeling like you’re doing a Top Gear Challenge

Cons

• Waking up at 5.30am
• Waiting for the airlink in the freezing cold
• Waiting in the airport
• Crappy leg room on the flight
• Charleroi airport – not actually in brussels €22 euro for the shuttle bus into the city
• Everyone speaks a different language

But I did it and despite all those cons, I really enjoyed it.

But did I compete the challenge?

5.30 am – Wake Up

6.00am – Leave for bus

6.20am – Get on Bus

6:50am – Arrive at Airport

7:00am BREAKFAST!

How bloody Tired do I look!

7:50am Flight

10:25 am GMT +1 Land in Charleroi

11:45 am Arrive in Brussels

11:50am Get lost for a while

12.10pm Remain lost for a while

1pm LUNCH

Yummmmmyyy Vol Au Vents...they were in the Authentic Belgian food section of the menu!

1:40pm Sightseeing

2:50pm Beer drinking

4pm Tea drinking – Tea is crap over there by the way

4.30pm Depart City

5.35pm Arrive at Airport

7.20pm Depart Charleroi

8:30 GMT Arrive Dublin

9.20pm Arrive in City Centre

10pm DINNER!

I had my dinner in super macs and by this stage I was absolutely knackered and i feared my camera being stolen so I have no photo of tis but i do have witnesses.

Week 9: Breakfast in Dublin, Lunch in Brussels, Home in time for dinner……MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

And yes? I do tend to have my dinner that late. Wow that was a very bullet pointy blog.

Week 8: Make your own Wine!

I’m so giddy about this weeks blog I don’t even know what to write. But I have so much to say!

So, this weeks blog was my first blog suggested by someone else. A very good suggestion at that. Ladies and Gents…

Week 8: Make your own wine

I did a bit of reading on this one and found out what ingredients I was looking for. With such simple things as Grape Juice, Yeast, Raisins, warm water and sugar, I think it really is stretching it by calling this concoction “wine”! It’s street name, if you will, is Prison Wine as prisoners used to brew it in the cisterns of their toilets. You just know this stuff is classy.

Anyways, off to tesco I went to get my ingredients. All tesco Value and spent about 5 quid in total. I’m aware that you can buy a bottle of pre-made wine for that in tesco but where’s the challenge in that? “Week 8: Drink some wine” doesn’t sound that great now does it

The challenge required a little skill in the beginning, getting all the ingredients together and making up the brewing machine (the bin bag hanging from string.)

It basically involved putting all of the above into 4 of these bagged onto each other

…like so…..

…and then hanging it up like this….

Note the straw coming out of the bags. In the instructions I was told that this was a must, otherwise the bag might explode. How exciting!!!!

So after all that was tidied up, I went off to play the waiting game. Which suits me down to the ground, I like laziness, I do.

So I left it 8 days in total, checking up everyday or two to see how the smell was progressing, quite sweet with a little hint of cat shit! Yum – my!

On the ninth day I went into the garage to strain it and as always made up another fancy contraption. I cut a small hole in the bottom of the bag, pouring into a pasta strainer, which went into a biscuit tin.

sorry the pics are the wrong way round. but whats the harm in a little old fashion head tilting.

Then came the bottling, corking and labelling steps. How bloody exciting…and at this stage, I could definitely say that the smell of the liquid was wine-like. I was very proud of my pink, cloudy, extremely sticky liquid. I wish you could upload smells onto the internet. You would be impressed.

Then I decided to put the taste to the test. I poured myself a healthy glass full. And took a sip. Hmm… it was kind of juicy more than winey but it did taste of alcohol so I feel that brewing of some sort did occur. It was kind of musty and sticky too. I wouldn’t say it tasted awful, cos it didn’t, but it wasn’t the best either. But I figured I was biased so I asked others opinion. I conducted the following survey, measuring my wine against two other reputable brands.

1. Lindemans

2. Two Oceans

3. PRISON WINE.

I conducted a blind folded taste test with the following results

Question 1: Smell cup number 3, what drink would you say this is:

100% of people asked, answered Wine!

Question 2: Smell each wine, which do you think smells the most appetising?

Wine 2, the two oceans, ranked best on this question.

Question 3: Taste all 3 wines and rank in order of preference.

100% said they would prefer Wine 3….Thats the prison wine!!!! FUCKIN SUCCESS OR WHAT!

*Total number of people surveyed: 1.It was my brother, he doesn’t like wine to begin with. So one might say he would choose the wine that doesn’t taste like wine, but to those I say, fuck you, I made wine and you’re just jealous!

So there you have it, I made wine, nice wine, drinkable wine.  And Here’s a lovely display of my efforts. Presenting to you Lydia’s Prison Wine: Mont de Joix (roughly translated to: Mount joy!)

The End

…..or so I thought!!!!!!!!!!

Pleased with my day of wining, I decided to head off and get a bit of lunch then get ready to go to work! After an hour or two I went back into my room to grab my keys to run out and catch the bus to work. To my horror, EVERYTHING was covered in sticky prison wine! Remember I told you about the straw in the bag, to stop it exploding. Well the same rule applies after the fucking bottling process apparently. When I corked the bottle. All the CO2 or whatever the hell it is still builds up, this made the thing fizz up, pop the cork out of place and spray all over my room. Usually i would find that funny and take pictures and laugh for a few hours but I hadn’t time, I had to go to smelly work. So i just had to clean up as much of the mess as i could and run. There was wine juice on the feckin ceiling!

…I’m scared… this stuff is in my belly…is my stomach gonna explode?!

Week 8: Make your own wine: AWESOME… and a little scary

Week 7: plan to do something mediocre, do it, delete the pictures by mystake and then don’t be arsed doing it all again for the sake of a mediocre blog in the first place

Week 7: plan to do something mediocre, do it, delete the pictures by mystake and then don’t be arsed doing it all again for the sake of a mediocre blog in the first place: WIN!

Learn the significance of facepalm: also SUCCESS… thnak you Dan!

Week 6: Juggling

** please note that my phone is a bollox and is not allowing me to upload… or maybe its wordpress who is the bollox. Either way, the blog has no clips or pics at this minute but check back  later, I’m working on it!***

Hello there! Its been almost 2 weeks! I’ve missed you! Apoligise for the lack of postage last week however it does bring news of a 2 for 1 special this week! This being the first installment:

Week 6: Juggling.

This challenged baffled me. I thought it would be pretty staright forward. At the start of the week I looked at my board of challenges (which is a white board, not a group of delegates who decide what i do each week. Although that would be super cool, who wants to be in my Board of Challenges. I wanna be Senior Vice President!) Anyway, I looked at the board and saw “Juggling” and thought to myself Ah, that’ll be easy enough. I wont need to practice everyday. So i left it til the third day to actually get started and WOW juggling is hard.

My good old teacher Mr YouTube gave me a few tutorials on the subject. Starting off with just one ball, which I rock at by the way!  Then on to two, and this is where the problems began.. as a child i was taught to “juggle” by throwing one ball in the air while passing the other to your empty hand

[Video of old school juggling: Pending]

I’ve been doing that for years. Since I was about 5. So when it came to learn the actual way to juggle. I  just couldn’t break my old habits.  After a day or so I felt I could move on to 3 balls and I think I  have a mental block, my hand eye coordination is atrocious. Like I know what i have to do and my hands are capable of doing it.But I just can’t seem to mash it together! In my tutorial for the three balls it told me to practice just getting the third ball in th air and then catching all three balls, so i practiced that for ages and then when it came to just getting a cycle going my stupid brain kept wanting to stop after I’d caught the third ball. I’d end up doing 3 successful juggles only to have a complete brain fart and through the forth juggle across the room!

So for the first time I failed a challenge. Which I’m secretly happy about. It’s good to have a bit of failure in the blog. It’s about challenges. At the beginning I was calling this my accomplishments blog but its about the challenge. Nevertheless. When I have a bit of spare time I’ll pick up the juggling balls and give it another shot. and will of course update you if I master it.

[Embarrassing video of my attempts to come in a few hours! ]

Week 6: Juggling…..FAIL!

Week 5: Dye your hair… for the laugh!

I really thought I would have lost interest and given up on the blog by week 5. But here we are….and with so many ideas for future weeks. Dare I say it, I love blogging.

Presenting…..

So I’ve syed my hair once before. Just to a darker brown, no real affect. I thought I’d give it a go and pick something a little different. But lets face is “a little different” is the most common thing to do these days. Feck it, we’ll do it anyway for the laugh.

I like my natural hair colour, its plain and simple thats why we’re only using semi permanent hair colour people, to test this out.

So off I went to the shops, with every intention of getting the hair dye, ended up in Eddie Rockets and by the time I came out, all the shops were closed, fast food my arse!!! So, take two, I popped into town, went to a few chemists to browse. I kew I wanted something red-ish. Its all the rage, you see! I eventually settled on L’oreal’s Casting Maple Burgandy Red.

About 5 minues into the dying process, while my hair was completly covered in purpe dye I had a bitt of a pang of panic. Remembering al lthe hair dying horror stories I had heard or witnessed. Anyone who went to school with me will remember the “Great Green Hair Disaster of 2004″ (Sorry Laura!). But i persevered, 25 mins later it was time to wash it out. Someone could have told me how bloody long it takes to wash all the crap out of your hair.

After drying and straightening (I know, as if dying it wasn’t enough)….. I LOVE IT! Its quite funny and purple but a much needed change! As always here are some photos for you to enjoy! Try not to druel

WEEK 5: Dye your hair for the laugh……Swits-swoo!