Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Things that I think are under-rated
The world is full of many a fine thing, but I have come to the conclusion that many of the things that I love the most are severely under-rated, and so I thought I'd get scrawling and tell you all what I think these things are.
Rain. Us British folk are so accustomed to rain, but for some wild reason, the majority of us seem to despise it. Daddy B won't even go outside in the rain unless work commitments force him to, which I find very peculiar indeed. Yes, it does make most of us look atrocious, and it can all be a bit of a chilly, sock-sodden mess, but come on, it's beautiful. I love the way the raindrops dance off of the leaves, I love how angry and grey the sky looks, and I love attempting to jump over puddles like I'm some kind of Olympic athlete, and ending up landing straight in them like the over-excited, human hippo that I actually am. I dig that shit, me.
Sherlock Holmes. Okay, so he's fictional, I get that. But if you don't fancy him, why the devil not?! He's a hybrid of eccentricity, intelligence, and astute logical reasoning, wrapped up in a cold, mysterious exterior. Jay zeus, the man may as well have invented sex appeal. Okay, yes, yes, I hear you. He's fictional. And breathe.
Thursday evenings. Granted, Fridays are bloody marvellous, and I love them. The end of the working week is as welcome as Gerard Butler's bearded face is to my eyes (ooh I love those beardy men folk), but Thursday evenings feel that little bit more special. Thursday evenings are coated in a jolly, Friday shaped optimism. It's almost like having a mini Christmas eve every single week. Thursday evenings are so joyful, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
Broccoli. I think the whole world needs to appreciate that broccoli is a vegetable that looks like a tree. With a good sized portion, your plate suddenly sprouts a vibrant dwelling of forestry goodness. Need I say more?! My mind is blown.
Onesies. I am on a one-woman mission to convert everybody I know into keen winter-onesie wearers. As modelled (rather atrociously) in the photo above, by oneself, I purchased this onesie a couple of days ago, and am half tempted to wear it every single day until the end of March. I can only compare it to wearing the warmest, cosiest hug. Yup, it's a whole new level of pyjama related genius. Everybody needs a onesie, that is a fact.
Facial hair. On men, obviously. I'm a firm believer that every man looks better with a well groomed stubble. Nothing quite says masculinity like the fact that you can sprout real hair on your actual face. That, men of this world, is one epic talent. Embrace it.
The importance of smelling delicious. It's all too easy to cheapen your allure when you smell like a rat-infested slipper, or a half-eaten, 4 day old quiche, and despite the fact that there's a whole load of science behind it (go on, google it), I don't think enough people realise just how much better life is when you, and those around you, have grasped the basic principles of human hygiene. Rub-a-dub-dub.
Cuddles. In a sexually charged, post Christian Grey nation (the saucy devil), it's easy to forget just how marvellous it is to have a good ol' fashioned cuddle. No rampant reproductive organs or leather paddles; just two people, having a quality spoonfest, releasing oxytocin. Cuddles are wonderful things, aren't they? On the count of three, awww. (Tax up being little spoon).
So there we have it, you beautiful bunch of human beings; just a few, (and a few more), of the things that I think are awesome, but don't particularly get the credit they really deserve. Do you agree?! What things do you think are under-rated?!