I was just browsing through the itunes top 100 looking for some music to download and i was shocked by a couple of things i noticed on there. The song, stay by shakespeares sister, that Cher Lloyd JUST sang on xfactor is already sitting at number 13 in the chart and it’s still climbing as i write this! It was no-where to be seen 2 hours ago! And the song used in the Yeo Valley milk advert, which is shown during xfactor, is even at number 27! This made me wonder what kind of an influence TV has on the music industry? So i went and did a little research and found this website which dedicates itself to providing the titles of music used in adverts on TV. Quite a nifty little website if you’re like me and always saying “i really like the song in that advert!” After having a little look through the site i found that a few of the songs featured in adverts are actually in the charts on itunes.
And does anyone remember the barclaycard advert that everyone seemed to love, with the guy on the massive waterslide. The song used in that advert, the bellamy brothers-let your love flow, re-entered the charts, peaking at number 21 back in 2008, due to the advert being so popular!
On the other side of the fence, sometimes adverts and TV programmes can have a negative impact on songs. For example, boots have been using the same song (here comes the girls) for ages now and it’s starting to get a bit irritating. And that song played in the background of the marks and spencers food adverts? I bet hardly anyone knew that song was called Samba Pati by Carlos Santana, because i certinatly didn’t until i googled it.
I think we can safely say that TV definately has a huge impact on music sales. Whether that’s a good or a bad thing is open to debate.
I honestly never imagined how painful a broken foot would be. After another restless nights sleeping with the constant twinges in my foot and the lovely cramp that developed in the back of my knee to add to the pain, it was off to the hospital for me again. I actually had a rather pleasant experience again. I’m quite impressed. After all the horror stories i hear about the royal infirmary, i can’t seem to find fault. Well apart from the fact the orthopaedic department is at the end of a long corridor…someone clearly never planned that one out very well!! I didn’t even have to wait that long to be seen, despite a full waiting room and one doctor running half an hour behind.
Apparently I have to wear my attractive moon-boot for another 4 weeks and my broken metatarsal (oh i even know the correct terms now!) will take a total of 6 weeks to heal properly. Gutted that my christmas night out with work is in 5 weeks time and i might not be able to wear my favourite heels though!
Hopefully with plenty rest (when im not having to work thanks to my employers giving me no sick pay) and some of my mum’s lovely bruise healing cream, my bones will heal nice and quickly!
Spot the difference!
Such an eventful and stressful day for me today. Got up at the lovely hour of 6am to get ready for my driving lesson. Apparently it’s a white knuckle ride in a car with me (i have road rage and speeding issues.) After spending ages screaming at a cyclist to either buy a car or get a bus instead of taking up the whole road i arrived home (in one peice) to catch my bus to uni…however things soon took a turn for the worse. On my way down the stairs from my flat, my knee buckled and my ankle twisted, cracking my foot off the bottom step to go with it. Now i honestly thought, oh it’s fine i’ve only twisted my ankle…i soon discovered that this was not the case. After hobbling along to the bus stop, and making it to uni, I realised i was never going to be able to climb the massive hill at Craighouse in time for my lecture. In fact i didn’t even make it through the gate. I hobbled back to Kelly’s car and it was off to A&E for me.
You hear some horror stories about peoples experiences in A&E (3 hours waiting to see a nurse for example,) but I was pleasently surprised with my experience. I was seen to and x-rayed in only 40 minutes, then another minor wait in the waiting room to be told i had actually broken my foot. So to cut a long story short, i left the hospital with a lovely “moon-boot” as they like to call it and armed with a pair of crutches.
My experiences of being a cripple so far haven’t been that fun though…At the bus stop, a bunch of posh, edinburgh uni students barged past me to get on the bus and old women keep asking me why i have crutches. Then my work told me that i would probably have to take 4 weeks off work because head office wouldn’t be happy with me working with a broken foot. And because i’m a part timer, i don’t get sick pay. Can you imagine my bank balance after 4 weeks with no wage and no sick pay. I would be in so much debt, probably be evicted for not paying rent and starving to death. Thankfully i managed to make an agreement with my boss that i can still work as long as another member of staff comes in to close the shop for me. I’m very surprised that head office are willing to pay for another memeber of staff just because of me breaking a bone! I would expect it though. I’ve been there for 2 years, and i bail them out of the shit hundreds of times so i would expect the same in return.
Hopefully this break won’t take too long to heal…the pain is unbearable and i feel like a total idiot on crutches with my very unattractive “moon-boot” on!
Hello Guys! I’ve not written on here for a while now and i’m not gonna lie i still have nothing interesting to say. So i’m going to give you a lovely blog post all about why i haven’t been posting anything for a while.
1. Cleaning. Who would ever have thought that one tiny little flat could accumulate so much dust! It seems like i dust the place then 20 minutes later it’s all back! Plus having to hoover the floor every 5 minutes due to my boyfriend dropping crumbs everywhere isn’t very fun either. And washing and ironing…what’s that all about? It just takes far too long!
2. Food shopping. Again i’m blaming my flat for my laziness. I haven’t quite got into the habit of buying enough food to last me a week (mainly because i haven’t got a car to carry it all home with.) This means i am constantly having to make time to go to the shops to buy the 300 loaves of bread i need to feed my boyfriend for a week. Okay, so i might be slightly over-exaggerating but why do men eat so much bread?
3. The need to work. Having your own flat doesn’t come cheap, so i’ve discovered. This means i need to work all the hours i can to survive on my own. I’ve had the same job for the last 2 years now and I love it but this is slightly problematic. I know i could get a better wage if i got a new job but i enjoy being where i am far too much and I really don’t want to leave. I guess money can’t really buy you love.
4. Soo sleepy! For some unexplained reason i am extremely tired all the time. I go to bed early enough but i just can’t get up in the morning. This has caused me to be constantly late for everything that starts before lunchtime, meaning i haven’t had a chance to sit down and think about what i can write about. It also means i haven’t been out much so i’ve seen nothing interesting to tell you about.
So in conclusion to this my time management skills are awful. I can’t even fit work, uni, cleaning flat and sleep into my week without feeling over-loaded. No wonder my family are constantly moaning that they never get to see me anymore!