Tunes On Tuesday #4

Songs for Spring Sun:

Skype Partayyy.

Skype parties are my new favourite!

Skypes not new. Parties are definitely not new. Skype + Parties =

ME - EXCITED!

Now you no longer have to face your unofficial trip to the zoo on a night out (click here to see what I'm chatting on about Clubbing or the Zoo? )

Grab yourself a bottle and a glass. 

A laptop/computer/ipad/tablet/smartphone - the possibilities are almost endless! 

A power outlet would probably be handy too, don't want no power cuts getting in the way of party time.

Let the skype party begin!

I live in Leeds on and off (mostly off) but when I am up here and the north takes its toll there's nothing better than a friendly face and pretend home comforts. Skype allows this to happen. Not only is it a great portal to keep in contact with global friends but also for those good old fashion catch ups when the dog and bone just won't suffice.

#LONG

Here are my TOP reasons why Skype parties are better than real life parties:

(Real life parties, is this not real life? Hello? Truman? Are you there too?)

You can wear anything you want! You don't have to get dressed up, you don't have to do your hair and make up! It's the lazy persons idea of a bangin' time!

Webcam dressage

You don't need no id to prove who you are, no gruelling bouncers or queues. No sweaty mess in the playpen for adults with the feral teenagers giving you angsty shoves and glares for being too old. Since when was 21 old anyway? 

Your on Skype to your BFF, you can talk all things nasty and nice, openly and freely without other socialites listening in. Once a few glasses have been eloquently drunk and you get to the "do you fancy going for a dance stage" fear not! Just because your not out on the town does not mean your party will suffer. 

Skype parties allow for you to be your own DJ, sending in requests over Skype chat and a dance-off over webcam. Playing your favourite tunes with the freedom to do your own 'alternative' dance moves that arn't socially acceptable in public. What dance floor really has the space for these cray cray moves anyway?

Is/Should this be allowed in public?!

Technology I salut you!

Do you indulge in Skype parties? What are your favourite home dance songs? 

Obviously not to be a complete social reject, going out is still fun! And there's nothing like the real thing. But when distance is involved, don't think this is an issue in your way! No stretch of motorway can keep a group of friends from having their usual fun.

Thank you Skype, I love you! 

P.S I wasn't sponsored by Skype! 

Tunes on Tuesday #3

Shhh! It's Wednesday! And It's all about Kings Of Leon. 

Here's a chosen song off of each album. Enjoy!

A Comment on Comments.

Forget site content, when it comes to certain news websites its all about the headline, pictures and reader comments! A catchy headline to lure the easily amused in. Plenty of pictures, (most are basically the same but with a slight different angle) for your eyes to soak up the story allowing your brain to generate your own version of events.

A bizzare headline I stumbled across in the supermarket!

 Scroll down to the bottom and BAM!!! It's the ever so judging public let loose behind computer screens to share their opinions of something, which lets face it, is more fictional than the likes of Harry Potter and his wizarding friends.

Snape Swag? Defo's fictional!

This new form of social commentary whilst interesting in the likes of freedom of speech and a new portal for debate also creates some nastiness in the form of trolling. Not to be getting too serious, I thoroughly enjoy a morning read of peoples comments on the articles rather than reading the article itself. (Not that I don't read serious news either) Browsing on the internet this morning I found this article, What Internet Commenters Would Say About Famous Writers on thoughtcatalog.com and it really made me chuckle. The comments sarcastic and derogatory tone depict how I perceive these "Internet Commenters" perfectly. Go and have a look, you know you want to! 

Do you enjoy reading the comments more than the article? What's your favorite site for viewing the comments? Maybe you even join in with the commenting? 

Clubbing or the Zoo?

I have almost finished my year of being the grand old age of twenty-one.

When I was in my prime teenage years I viewed anyone twenty plus as a fully grown (and quite old) adult. Now I am physically here, mentally I still feel seventeen. Yet I can't help feeling like I'm getting on a bit.

No longer do the black holes of the universe (the doors that open up only past sun fall allowing the stumbling youth to party on until it rises once more) lure me in by their continuously pumping '#bangin' tunes. 

What is it that us humans find enjoyable about paying a sum of money to go and drink in a dark room with loud overpowering music where you can't hear anybody speak?

Someone once said to me clubbing was one of the most anti-social things you could do. I frowned, in my youth this was acceptable before I realised frown lines are a permanent thing once you're on the one way train to old-age-ville. Woop Woop! I hate to finally be on the same page as said person, and quite frankly, I'm worried!

Nights out can often feel like a trip to the zoo!

I've tired of queuing for twenty-minutes plus to buy an over priced, half sized drink. Why bother queuing when the rest of your buddies partying on down, throwing their hands in the air like they just don't care, absent-mindedly create a monsoon fall of alcohol that comes showering down on you!

Gallivanting about the playpen for adults are the feral teenagers let loose on multicolored alcopops. And you thought blue smarties had a high amount of E numbers! Lord only knows what could possibly be in this ever so popular devil juice! 

Apart from the monsoon of alcopops staining my clothes, I can not least forget the overcrowded dance floor that really is mostly a swimming pool of other peoples sweat. To get from one side to the other would suffice for a very entertaining game on Gladiators or Tashiki's castle.

 Dodging drinks and swerving around all those cavorting with a little bump'n'grind is actually quite challenging. The various levels of the challenge depend on how much alcohol you have consumed - drink:balance ratio. 

Once you have completed the task you win the prize of, in the words of Taylor Swift,  NEVER EVER getting back together...I kid..never ever finding your friends again. Therefore spending the night aimlessly texting those who shalt not look at ones phone whilst in the holy land of the lord of the dance! (River dancing is most welcome in these establishments, however probably frowned upon)

After this challenge comes the food round! Endlessly queuing for fried chicken that you wouldn't touch in broad daylight. Most people would normally frown at such establishments but all food snobbery is washed away by the plethora of alcohol consumed and replaced by a search for grease. 

Then comes the task of getting home! If your unlucky/lucky to live where there is no Nbuses you'll be used to getting taxis and cater for this in your budget before going out!? Unless you don't and you end up walking miles and miles home. If your lucky/unlucky enough to have NBuses you can get home on the cheap with your fellow boozed up buddies. There's those who want to get home ASAP, those who should have gone home ASAP when they first reached the club, and those already vomming fried chicken all over your new shoes! Once this is completed its hello bed, good morning hangover city. And no, Bradley Cooper isn't there. SAD FACE. 

It won't be long until the viscous cycle is repeated! There's something that just keeps on drawing you back. 

Good nights out, are they just an illusion? Smoked filled air mixed with an alcohol infusion?

Please excuse me whilst I go and drink five liters of water and practice some new yoga positions.

Just kidding! It's Friday afternoon and whilst I may no longer be a young feral teenager, I'm not ready to give up trips to the zoo just yet.