What does Ryanair, the Olympics and Dallas Cowboys have in common?

You’ve got to put everything in a clear plastic bag. Ta da! The NFL have banned rucksacks and handbags from the stadium. My previous blogpost (reposted from Coach Misti) argues that this is a woman-hating initiative, however I’m going to try and sit on the fence because I do mostly agree with her on this one.

Now my old company was a plastic bag manufacturer so I didn’t mind because everything was plastic bags anyway. I was using pink French plastic bags in the bin in the bathroom and big woven ones to throw all my clothes in when I moved house those four times. For the last six years plastic bags were great! Now I’m not there anymore maybe my real feelings can come out.

Anyway, men sometimes have it so lucky – I remember going to clubs when I was at uni and stressing about what bag to take, is it big enough, does it go with what I’m wearing, will it get yonked off my shoulder by some mad student thief? Then what else do I need to take, little money holder or big jabba normal everyday purse with all my cards in, do I need an umbrella, is it strong enough to hold my jacket if there’s dancing but I don’t want to pay for the cloakroom? While the boys in our block just shoved their phone, keys and wallet in their pocket and they’re good to go.


Don’t get me wrong, I don’t leave the house with a suitcase but I like to be prepared.

  • Example 1 is Ryanair or any other airline, I think this is actually a good idea from a practical sense as well as the terrorist angle. Even on the 12 hour flight to Mexico I take my mascara, eye liner and blemish stick with me on the plane so I can whip it out quickly when I get off and redo my eyeliner before meeting my Daniel who I haven’t seen for a week.
  • Example 2 is the Olympic Games in London, I guess again for terrorist reasons. We get off the train in Coventry, hearded onto a bus, we’ve got our regulation sized Mexican flag and made sure we only bought our visa cards. Then we get to the stadium and you all crowd round a little table and have to empty everything out, we had our bag out, pockets, contents of our wallet and purse, loose in a clear plastic binbag, sealed with a special tape, until we passed security. Why, why why? Just so annoying that you have to empty everything out just to put it back in again ten meters down the path.
  • Example 3 is now the Dallas Cowboys – Not just the Cowboys, but the whole NFL. I just think that for a family atmosphere it’s totally unreasonable and completely impractical.


I do come from the generation that smuggled vodka and coke into music festival arenas by just pouring it in the coke bottle and pretending it’s coke all along, and maybe I popped a spliff in my bra – it wasn’t for me but it was a convenient hiding place. Everywhere you go your bag is checked, museums, gigs, airports. There’s got to be a limit somewhere hasn’t there? Ok it’s only £6.50, but you are a four-person family going to watch the game and suddenly you can only use a plastic bag to put four sets of sandwiches, four sun-hats, four jackets, a tablet or two to follow other games on the internet, four bottles of coke, four items of supporter-wear (I’m thinking foam-finger, flag) and whatever tat you buy from the souvenir shop? And more often that not it’s going to be the woman that has to carry it, so all that let alone all the other crap women have in their bags.

Purse, house key, car key, clicker for carpark gate, security card for work, phone, hairband, suncream, bonjela, pen, chapstick, fan, details for my student loan in order to call them, shopping vouchers, weight watchers membership card, compact mirror, lipgloss, small purse for that time of the month, umbrella = 19 items, 20 including the receipt I threw away before taking the picture. Come on Football, remember your women!


Commissioner Goodell & Jerry Jones Are Women Haters!


I am really angry about this, so I’m reposting. I am considering filing a discrimination law suit against the NFL and the Dallas Cowboys! As we prepare to be awed in our new AT&T Stadium, the Home of the Dallas Cowboys, where we hope they can stop drooping calls and passes this season! I get this email. The NFL completely markets and caters to men and are so incredibly discriminatory in their business, advertising and basic principles, yet I am still a NFL, Dallas Cowboy season ticket holder and a die hard fan. I am annoyed to say the least at this new level of discrimination. NO PURSES that are not clear. Men can stuff their saggin pockets and their cargo shorts, but some women do not use pockets because they are not very attractive and show bulges. So, Jerrah has agreed to get the following beautiful and very expensively-made…

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Centre Court in Brindleyplace


Wimbledon Semi-Final, Murray vs Janovicz, Murray is at break point in the 4th set. If he wins it’s Djokovic in the final. The final again. Murray’s really grown on me since the Olympic gold medal, it’s like he finally realised he was British, and would probably win more friends here if he did keep insisting he was doing it for Scotland.

I still don’t like his Mom though, when that stupid Polish guy wanted the roof on and Murray was kicking off – we thought maybe his Mom made him practice in the dark. Classic pushy Mom. His girlfriend is English, but still cómo que se cree mucho.

Still Murray’s got way further in any tournament than Henman ever did, or Andrew Castle, the only commentator worth listening to is John McEnroe. I bet it’s Boris Becker in the studio, and Sue Barker. Sue Barker’s brilliant, cheeky but very professional.

A lovely atmosphere in Brindleyplace tonight, couples, parents with children young and old, everyone sitting together on the steps by the fountain, supporting Andy Murray. Pizza boxes and wine in plastic cups and beer cans and some clever bastard carrying martinis over from Bank.

And he’s won! Another final on Sunday, maybe this year’s the year 🙂

British Summer finally arrives!


The British summer is here at last. Whoever would have thought that just three months ago it was still snowing! We will probably take advantage and do a road trip tomorrow, at the moment we’re thinking into Gloucestershire – Tewkesbury has a river, and looks very pretty on the internet. It’s not often that we go out of Birmingham at the weekends, so I’m really looking forward to this tomorrow.

When we first got together, my Danielote and I wrote a list of the places around the world that we wanted to visit. We missed out a lot of British destinations in favour of far-away experiences like Macchu Picchu and New Zealand. Now I’m not going to lie, I’ve grown up into a city chick through and through, we go to Barcelona, San Francisco, the megatroplis of Mexico City… A small market town in Gloucestershire is hardly high on my list of priorities, but this weekend is going to be so sunny it just seems daft to keep cooped up in the shadow of skyscrapers and office blocks.

Mystery fire at 07am


Opening the blinds in the bedroom this morning this amazing site awaited me, so I grabbed my phone to take a quick photo, then internetted it to see what was going on. A factory fire in Smethwick, 200 fire-fighters and overnight police prescence.

In the new office we have the radio on, so it turns out that it was a chinese lantern, like this one. Probably everybody in Birmingham that was playing with these last night are thinking “shiiiiiiiit!” We had them once in Derbyshire, they were lovely from the photos I saw – photos because the million mile walk had knackered me so much I was in bed by 10pm.