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FizzyT, December 31st, 2009

Shakin' it!

Shakin' it!

Whatever has happened to cooking over the past decade can be summed up in two hideous words… “Flavour Shaker” Where once there was Delia, sensibly informing us of the basics of cookery,how to boil and egg and whatnot, we now have more celebrity chefs than I’ve had er… hot dinners. And they all annoy me. But it’s not only their prominence in the media that gets my curried goat souffle, it’s the whole marketing bejambo that’s finishing me off under a preheated grill with a squeeze of lemon. Now, I’ve nothing against Ken Hom and his wok. Well who could; a jolly big frying pan you never need to wash up, but it’s getting ridiculous. A flavour shaker, please. Next thing will be Jamie doing a fashion range for H&M. He could call it Flava Shaka. Or the Pukka Chucker.

FizzyT, December 30th, 2009

Jade Goody

Jade Goody

Big Brother was however responsible for a new type of reality experience. The slow and painful whittling down of contestants became the norm for TV reality shows. And if you were to throw in a few has-beens who were on the lookout for a new career even better. I’m a Celebrity….Get me out of here!, Celebrity Love Island, Strictly Come Dancing the list became longer and longer with familiar faces doing the rounds shamelessly popping up in reality show after reality show.

Jade Hoody

Jade Hoody

Careers were made, shot to pieces and then remade on the reality TV circuit. And none personified this phenomenon more than Jade Goody. Booed and hissed like a panto baddy, Jade had an enormous amount of abuse hurled at her, but with amazing tenacity kept coming back for more. When she died earlier this year, the outpourings of emotion were not unlike those for Princess Diana. T-shirts, hoodies and banners with pictures of Jade abounded, sending out messages of support.

FizzyT, December 29th, 2009

The rise and fall of Big Brother was a definitive aspect of the noughties. It was the series that spawned a thousand wannabies. People who would doing anything to be famous. From obscurity straight to the Z list; not quite as high as they were aiming for, but becoming tabloid pap before being thrust back to nowheresville was enough for the bizarre range of teens who would queue up to be part of the BB experience. What maybe had life for one or two series got dragged out and became ever more cruel and manipulative as the producers eeked out more life than was ever possible out of a concept that was only ever vaguely interesting.

FizzyT, December 25th, 2009

In a quick break from Christmas madness, I thought I’d take a quick look at some of the best t-shirts of the year…the decade even. T-shirts are becoming more of a media medium than ever. Any celeb worth’s it’s salt, or other white powder for that matter, knows that if they get papped, what they are wearing will be instantly on view to massive amounts of people all around the world. Shops sell out of t-shirts quicker than you can say ‘wow, what amazing PR’ when Kate, Lily, Alexa or other style icon is spotted wearing them. Especially so with original vintage t-shirts that just scream ‘Hey! Look at me cool rock chick’. Serve with denim and attitude for perfect fit every time.

FizzyT, December 22nd, 2009

A Warm Welcome!

A Warm Welcome!

Fresh from the daddy of modern news printing, the Dallas Morning News comes a sizzling story of t-shirt seizing unlike any that has gone before. T-shirts sold in a mall with an rather disturbing image of a body being stuffed into the boot (although they call it trunk…tut!) of a Buick  and the chirpy slogan ‘Welcome to Pleasant Grove’ were confiscated by security at the mall for showing a side of Pleasant Grove which is well, not so pleasant, frankly. I mean it doesn’t make you want to go out shopping, does it? Not exactly good for business. Quite a good t-shirt tho!

FizzyT, December 21st, 2009

Yummy

Yummy

Ah, the perennial favourite, almost as much of a dead cert at Christmas as getting socks from your auntie. For those unfamiliar with the slogan, it always follows the same pattern. Someone reads it. Pauses for a minute to digest what it means. And then laughs or splutters ands goes ‘Yuk! That’s disgusting!’ Marvellous. Utterly predictable reaction. As much of a Christmas tradition of overcooked turkey or watching the Sound of Music with overcooked turkey indigestion.

FizzyT, December 20th, 2009

Stressed out

Stressed out

Whoever said that no one was buying anything this Christmas has obviously never been to a high street near me, the shops are heaving like a Frenchman on a pint of vomit, and people are speed buying so much you’d think the shops were closing for a year. What is it about the festive season that makes everyone so irate? The amount of goodwill in my supermarket was so tiny you could’ve fit it on a postage stamp. So here is one of those t-shirts you just want to distribute amongst the harassed shoppers, along with a soothing mug of mulled tea. It’s so appropriate, you can almost hear the sound of someone tearing their hair out!

FizzyT, December 20th, 2009

After Paris’s pink confection loudly proclaiming her love for all things canine and bag-like which featured here only the other day, I have spotted Cheryl Cole in a similarly frothy little number. Cheryl is embroiled in a never ending media campaign to prove just how happy she and Ashley are (as if we were in any doubt whatsoever) and this t-shirt is just part of the parade. The slightly kitsch image, which doesn’t take itself too seriously is perfect for Cheryl’s down to earth persona, but the fun fashion element is tickety-boo in the style stakes. I wonder if Tiger will be sporting a t-shirt saying ‘it was just the 9 love’.

FizzyT, December 18th, 2009

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Well, will Cowell’s boy make the top slot? Bookies are totally up in arms at the shift in the odds for this year’s coveted Christmas Number One. And who can blame them? For the past 4 years the winner of X Factor has almost automatically been guaranteed the top position, with the runners up coming in close behind. Cowell argues that at least with his acts the songs are better than previous singles from the likes of Mr. Blobby and Bob the Builder. But with a serious contender in the form of Rage against the Machine, conceived entirely as an antidote against the power of the X, the competition has hotted up again. So who will win? and do you care all that much? As both the X-factor and RATM are owned by Sony, the same pockets will be thickly lined. Me? My favourite Christmas song is always going to be the Pogues. A classic feel-crap Christmas song. Truly a shining brussel sprout amongst all the other turkeys!

FizzyT, December 17th, 2009

Ragin'

Ragin'

Well, we all know that X Factor has netted it’s creator, baby faced Simon Cowell several squillions, but the news that he is to become entertainment’s first billionaire is pretty amazing. Well, rather scary really. So, after all the X-factor t-shirts I’ve dreamed up over the last few weeks, I’m doing a bit of a U-turn and going the other way, maybe this will slow down Cowell on his certain route to world domination. Time to succumb to a bit of Rage rage and support the anti-hero of Christmas singles by Rage Against the Machine. Anything to stop a song by Miley Cyrus hitting the Christmas Top Spot!