Top 10 Girls Aloud song lyrics that I connect to.

Back to the Girls Aloud obsession once again! One of the many things I love about their songs is that I can always recognise something of myself in their lyrics. So here are 10 of their song lyrics which I feel I connect to:

01. “Without any meaning, we’re just skin and bone, like beautiful robots dancing alone” – Untouchable

02. “Boy did you ever think that loving would be nothing more than walking me home? No no” – Sexy! No No No…

03. “My Aladdin’s lamp is down and I got a fear, ooh baby, right here” – The Promise

04. “It might sound crazy but your voice still leaves me all funky” – Whole Lotta History

05. “You could be the one that’s the head of the pack, babe. You could be the power stealing the whole damn show” – Crocodile Tears

06. “Surfing channels ‘til I bleach out the pain” – Memory of You

07. “I got you, I know your game. Doesn’t mean I know how to play” – History

08. “Gone are the days of magic, those times were cool. I tried to make love not hate, what was I to do” – Rolling Back the Rivers in Time

09. “I've been waiting all this time for you / And I've been hatin' all this talkin', baby, black and blue” – Waiting

10. “Wake me up before I drop out on you / You treat me rough to show that you care / And I just can't refuse baby” – Wake Me Up

Oh, would you look at that, nearly all of them relate to love, and the pangs of disappointed love. Typical Bung!

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Album review: MY BEAUTIFUL DARK TWISTED FANTASY (Kanye West)

The introduction to the album, Dark Fantasy, unsettles you right from the off, with an opening monologue delivered in what sounds like a bizarre, exaggerated imitation of a British accent. Then there’s some soaring, gospel-like singing, building the tension until the 1-minute-19-second mark: there he is! He immediately shows off his expansive range of high school Spanish: “How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo”, and the chorus of “Oh, oh, oh” is masterfully orchestrated. 

TV recap: THE APPRENTICE series 6 episode 4, SELLING TO TRADE

It’s all about product development this week, as both Apollo and Synergy are tasked with selecting two up-and-coming inventions and pitch them to various department stores and independent retailers across the UK.

We’re launched straight into the drama when Jamie and Mel fight for the position of Project Manager. Mel, who was the winning PM last week - though a strong case could be made that her team won in spite of her leadership rather than because of it - keenly puts herself forward again. However, a democratic team vote sways in Jamie's favour, securing him the PM armband. Jamie looks chuffed, Mel looks extremely irked. 

On the other team, picking PM is considerably more straightforward; Chris puts himself forward and meets no opposition, winning the position by default.

Six mini-film reviews: 4.3.2.1 (Mark Davis, Noel Clarke, 2010), MADE IN DAGENHAM (Nigel Cole, 2010), THE PRESTIGE (Christopher Nolan, 2006), THE RIVER (Jean Renoir, 1951), SIDEWAYS (Alexander Payne, 2004) and OUT OF THE PAST (Jacques Tourneur, 1947)

Bungsy's screening log: 4 October 2010 to 10 October 2010

4.3.2.1 (Noel Clarke and Mark Davis, 2010)

 

4.3.2.1 tells the story of four female friends in inner-city London who inadvertently get embroiled in a high-stakes diamond heist. The film kicks off with the group meeting up in a café, before they part ways for their own interlocking adventures. Unbeknownst to them, over the next 48 hours, their paths will cross in more unorthodox ways. 

The film follows directly after they have parted ways, channelling the misadventures of each girl over the subsequent days. So far, so Tarantino. Except that, whilst I find QT's relentless self-promotion and ego a little irksome, he at least possesses the filmmaking pedigree to justify the smugness. Noel Clarke and Mark Davis, not so much. 

TV recap: THE APPRENTICE series 6 episode 1, BANGERS

Finally, it’s here! After what felt like a very underwhelming series of Junior Apprentice, we’re finally onto the original. Margaret Mountford has gone and is replaced by the formidable Karen Brady, but the rest of the formula is reassuringly familiar. And by that, I mean a batch of completely deluded contestants who are almost swimming in their own arrogance, paired with tasks specifically designed to expose those exact flaws. 

The challenge this week is to manufacture and sell sausages, and from the looks of it, the contestants will be making a pig's ear of it.

“Everything I touch turns to sold”, drawls one of the candidates, following up with “Where’s my glass ceiling?” Already, he has established himself as a self-serving, egotistical goon amidst a sea of egotistical goons. The episode truly kicks into gear in when Sir Alan divides the teams, as per standard, by gender. 

Emmabung's Top 10 Cutest Footballers (Currently.)

This list changes as often as I change my hoodies, so I would take it with a pinch of salt. Looking over it, I realise it is very English, Spanish and Croatian heavy (in fact, the only other nations represented are the Czech Republic and Ivory Coast). As a matter of fact, nine of these ten dudes are Europeans, which probably betrays my predilection for European men. Anyway (from top left then clockwise), the men are:

Xavi and Iniesta (both Spain, both Barcelona). I often think of these two as the same player, such is their telepathic bond and brilliant link-up play at Barcelona and for their national team.

Frank Lampard (England, Chelsea). It makes me laugh when people, especially overweight middle-aged men, call Lampard "fat", because he has an amazing physique. The fact that he plays so well for my team, as well as sporting a sexy Romford accent, only makes him more irresistable.

Luka Modric (Croatia, Tottenham). Little Luka, along with Crouchie, will probably garner the most laughter for his appearance on my list here. After all, the Croatian magician does have long blonde hair, a big nose, and buck teeth. That's not ordinarily considered attractive. But, I dunno. He is a very skilled footballer (if I could bring one player to the Bridge it'd be Modric or the later mentioned Adam Johnson), yet seems to be uncharacteristically humble, something which could be attributed to his being from Croatia (incidentally, a country I absolutely BUM). After all, they have an Island that looks like this!

Stunning!

Salomon Kalou (Ivory Coast, Chelsea). Aww, sweet-faced, adorable, innocent Sala! What a cutie.

Niko Kranjcar (Croatia, Tottenham). Har, the second Croat Spuds player in my list. To be honest, I was very close to including a third, the defender Vedran Corluka, but alas, I left him out. Well, of the three, Kranjcar is easily the most "stereotypically" handsome, with his gorgeous brown eyes, sexy bod and tanned skin. He doesn't seem to be playing that many games this season for some reason, but he does play, it's not his football I'm paying attention to. ;)

Adam Johnson (England, Manchester City). Adam Johnson is, in short, one of England's most exciting prospects. I firmly believe that Capello was a fool for not selecting him (though, then again, this is the man who didn't start Crouchie enough in the World Cup, and who knows what could have happened if he'd played more). I watched Adam Johnson on James Corden's World Cup (he was just about the only good thing to take from that piece of shit show), and he was wearing a hoodie and speaking eloquently in his cute Tyneside accent. As with five of the other men in this list, I've actually seen Johnson in the flesh, when I went to Manchester City vs Spurs (I always forget this fact because I was too busy perving on Crouchie in that game), and he and Tevez were probably the only two City players in the game that showed true flair in their footballing. It's hard enough to establish yourself at big-spending City, even harder when you're the right side of twenty with considerably less experience and ego than your fellow teammates. But Adam Johnson's humility is to his credit, and it won't be long before he's made a name for himself - for club and country.

Iker Casillas (Spain, Real Madrid). Oh, nothing more needs to be said, really. He is a huge, huge dish, and one of the best goalkeepers in the world.

Petr Cech (Czech Republic, Chelsea). Speaking of talented goalkeepers, there is no-one I have greater pride for in football than Petr Cech. He came back from a horrific head injury in October, 2006 with Stephen Hunt, after which many questioned his form. In truth, it is possible that he may never quite reach the super-high levels he'd set himself before then, but I would rather have him as my team's goalkeeper than anyone else in the world. Intelligent, sensible, and so, very, very lovely.

Peter Crouch (England, Tottenham). CROUCHIE =) =) I don't think I need to say any more, really, considering I've been worshiping him since his Liverpool days, and, as a staunch Chelsea fan, I don't make a habit of rooting for ex-Liverpool and Spurs players. But I just can't not. His funny robot dance, his other goal celebrations, his knack for always giving 100%, even if it doesn't necessarily pay off, makes him my #1.

Weekly Screening Log (27th September to 3rd October)

Right, I know I always do these and then end up stopping but I will try my damndest to stick to it this time round! (Famous last words).

Loser (Amy Heckerling, 2000)

Jason Biggs stars as a dorky college student on a scholarship, who is friendly, warm-hearted and nice, and thus, completely out of place amidst his boozy, hedonistic dorm mates. He falls for the equally lovely Mena Suvari, someone who is struggling to pay her way through college as well as having an affair with Greg Kinear’s college lecturer. 

Bung’s 10 Favourite Girls Aloud songs.

I’ve always been a massive Girls Aloud fan, but it took my lengthy commutes to work this summer with nothing but my big-ass iPod for company to appreciate the full genius of their discography, rather than just dismissing them as a fun, disposable girl band.

Consequently, I decided to compile my personal top ten. I’ve given this a tremendous amount of thought, and narrowing it down wasn't easy, but I am finally ready to unleash the definitive list.

Some football photos from September which I dig.

But for a while I dropped that d-d-dirty style when I discovered that's it's sexy.

My favourite sexy GA song lyrics:
01. "you dream of touching me there” - Graffiti My Soul
02. "Quarter past two
I was dressed in red
Tied up to your bed
Begged you on my knees" - Watch Me Go
03. "Oh boy, I can't tell you how sad I feel / If tonight, is just another kink in your steel" - Something Kinda Ooh
04. All the names that you called out in bed seem to fade” - Call the Shots
05. "Oh baby baby hit the light / You gotta hit the spot" - Fix Me Up

Yup, I have indeed been somewhat obsessed with GA recently (not much else has been going on in my life apart from work and and work, though I did make time to watch the Arsenal game, to which I lol'd. Hard). ANYWAY. Yours please!

From top to bottom, she's a woman, sunshine.

Set in Argentina, Johnny Farrell (Glenn Ford) is a young, suave hustler who drifts from place to place, with nothing but a loaded die for company. One day, amidst a mugging, he is rescued by Buenos Aires casino magnate Ballin Mundson (George Macready) and the tycoon, spotting a diamond in the rough, employs Farrell as his henchman. The two men enjoy a sucessful relationship, for along while acknowledging the only third party as Ballin's cane.

However, emotions become complicated when Ballin marries a beautiful but heartless woman, the eponymous Gilda (Rita Hayworth). Unknownst to Mundson, his loyal devotee and his new bride were once together, in a relationship that is the very definition of "tempestuous". Needless to say, that relationship did not end well, leading to both parties loathing each other, but also paving the way for one of the most wickedly entertaining three-handers in cinema.

Rita Hayworth shimmies across the stage in a wide range of figure-hugging silk dresses, her curves accentuated with shiny, bold belts. Her performance outshines ever the sparkliness of her belts, as she exudes sultry elegance in every frame. Her character is jaded, cynical and has no qualms with using and abusing any men she comes across, but one smouldering look from her and it's not hard to see why she has men going gaga for her.

Her chemistry with Glenn Ford (whom she would later bed in real life) is sizzling and their exchanges demonstrate perfectly that fine line between love, hate, and how easy it is for the two to fuse. It is this edge to Gilda and Johnny's repartee that make them such a curious couple, and their anti-hero characters so compelling.

So sexy that I'm surprised certain parts were permitted by the stuffy Hayes Code of the time and featuring two very different renditions of what is now one of my favourite songs Put the Blame on Mame, Gilda is a representation of the ultimate battle of the sexes. The film has been read by some has having soft homoerotic undertones between Ford's character and Macready's, but, I read it differently.

The love Johnny Farrell feels is all for the titular character, but, such are his jealouses and insecurities, that he fooled himself into believing otherwise, that he hated her and could do without her.

When she returns into his life, with her usual arsenal of conniving games, his world is rocked again, and so begins their vicious circle.

And, to be honest, that is what love is all about, really.

Sibling Narcissism.

My top 10 favourite photos with both me and my brother Tom in. Because it's Saturday and I'm not working for once.

Runners up:
Barcelona
when I was 16
ten

I'm said to look the same age as him in this one!

nine

there's something captivating about the lighting in this one.

eight

*chuckles* Gotta love the odd baby photo.

seven

for the lulz. And also the look of concentration on Tom's face in feeding me the ice cream.

six

Daww

five

The way Tom pushes his face against the lamb is so precious

four

er, he's in his Spurs strip. Me in my Chelsea one. That's it really.

three

My brother is somewhat of a chess champion. And also, I like to look back to remind myself what I looked like before I ballooned up hugely.

two

haha

one

Whey! Get us.

That's really. Ha.

Favourite Individual Line Deliveries in Girls Aloud songs.

I've been listening to Girls Aloud religiously recently, they being my go-to band for songs when my boyfriend pisses me off (which is just about every day). I noticed some lines really, really lingered with me, whether it be for the delivery of them, the poetry in the lyrics, or a mixture of both. Thus, this list.

01. Nicola: "from top to bottom I'm a woman, sunshine" - Sexy! No No No...
02. Nadine: "like beautiful robots dancing alone" - Untouchable
03. Cheryl: "I gotta let you know..." - Can't Speak French
04. Cheryl: intro to Sexy! No No No...
05. Cheryl: "out of the fire that burns inside me, a phoenix is rising" - Call the Shots
06. Nicola: "through wind and rain we got here, now we're flying babe with no fear" - Untouchable
07. Sarah: "your kisses taste like cyanide and that's not good for me" - Graffiti My Soul
08. Nadine: "I was Snow White 'til I started to drift" - Close to Love
09. Kimberley: "and who could ever question any crying I do" - Can't Speak French
10. Cheryl's rap in Watch Me Go



Any I've missed out that you particularly love?

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Nadine Coyle finally let us in on the full audio of her new single, Insatiable:

Like beautiful robots dancing alone.

I went to visit my best friend Anna in her hometown Coventry this weekend. We had an amazing time! In between clubbing in Birmingham, wining and dining, and girly chats, we also saw...

Inception.

I was not a fan.
(probably the only scene I enjoyed was this one)

Perfection.

Ever since 2006, I've loved Peter Crouch...

... and that isn't about to change any time soon :))))

A Study in Turquoise.

I'm off work today with a cold, so I've taken it upon myself to actually, you know, update my blog for once. And to start with, some good old fashioned girlcrushing:

My question is, how do you rank the Girls Aloud here in order of bungability? I would say:

01. Kimberley (the yellow dress accentuates her womanly curves perfectly)

02. Cheryl (even though she's in the most boring pose, she would look gorgeous whenever and the turquoise dress really suits her skin tone)

03. Sarah (I actually have a blue dress very similar  to her's but I don't work it a tenth as well, sadly)

04. Nadine (gorgeous, but a tad too thin)

05. Nicola (trying too hard, babe)

Your thoughts?

The Italian Job.