If You Care At All About What I Think...

"Five more things you mustn't miss out on" or "Elle's list of stuff she likes".

First of all, I should probably fill you in on The Book List (I like lists, yes). My literary snob-friend P and I did a list each of five bloody good reads, and then swapped lists and are now supposed to be reading these five books and then kind of reviewing them. So far I've read four of the five on P's list. He's read none of my books. NONE! But that's because he's busy being a rockstar and doing yoga and eating vegetarian food. Or something like that, I'm not sure so I won't elaborate.

Numero uno: Anyway, I'm reading book number four on his list now, and it's the marvellous "The Egyptian" (or in Swedish: "Sinuhe - Egyptiern" or in Finnish: "Sinuhe - Egyptiläinen"...) by the equally marvellous Finnish author Mika Waltari. Which is number one on my list this week. Very good book. I stay up much too late in the evenings reading this enormous brick of a read nowadays. It's quite funny too, in a pharaonic kind of fashion, and full of sexual tension sphinx-stylee.

Numero due: the Lauren Conrad-fringe twirl. Yes, it's an old one, and let's face it, it's sort of a bit...blonde...but it's a fantastic invention by the lovely Hills crew for that awkward growing-out-your-fringe-inbetween-stage where it just goes in your eyes but is a tad too short to quiff.

Numero three (my Italian stops here): watching telly on the 'putah. Yes, it's a fantabulous invention, the old computer. And even more fabulous is skipping the whole paying of the TV-license and instead bringing the laptop to bed and watching WHATever you want, WHENever you want, WHEREever you want.

Numero quattro (see what I did there?!): the end tail of the sales. Because if you're an odd size in clothes and/or shoes (and I am...) and not afraid of wearing odd fashions and slightly leftover-looking garments (and I'm not...), this is when you buy an entire new wardrobe for the monetary equivalent of a rat's arse (i.e. dead cheap).

Numero five: huge shades. Because sun on snow hurts. That's why eskimoes squint.

Right, make do with that. Next time will be a music-only list. Peace now.