Goodness gracious, but Cristiano Ronaldo is a sight for sore eyes!

Having been drooling over the boy wonder for ages, I just can’t imagine anyone NOT adoring this Man Utd hottie. But some guy actually hates him so much he has a blog about how much he hates him. Which, hilariously enough, has some pretty stunning pics of Ronaldo, haha.

Anyway, I certainly don’t hate him. Not only is he Man U’s superman, and brilliant to watch on the field (especially after the game when he strips) he’s just too adorably cheeky for words. So bugger the critics.

Damn, I should have asked for a Cristiano mug for Christmas!

Women’s mags are always a laugh to read, and while I way prefer Heat magazine on nearly all levels, I still buy Cosmo sometimes for light reading. Most of the content is just syndicated straight from their international versions, but nevertheless, every now and then I come across a real corker. Like the ’synchronized shagging’ tips in the December issue for example… what a classic…

Taken from a book that is believe it or not called When Your Sex Drives Don’t Match, the basic idea is that there are 4 types of lays (this being Sensualists, Adventurers, Pleasers and Thinkers), and how these types can er, get the most benefit from other types. That’s all fine and dandy, but what Cosmo doesn’t mention (perhaps the book does however) is how exactly you know for sure what type your partner is. All they give is a very basic bit about the types, so I would imagine it could be a bit tricky having to put this info to the test. In other words, don’t try these tips on the first date, and even then, surely you don’t need to have to read a book or Cosmo to find out how he ticks?

Maybe it’s just me, but it all seems a bit calculated and not as fun as say, bringing out the scarves and seeing his reaction. Trial and error baby, good old fashioned trial and error.

It’s kinda hard to feel all Christmassy and festive when my flat windows are rattling fit to shatter in this storm, and the thunder is damn near deafening me, but I have at least finished wrapping presents, which helps a teeny bit. My room smells like tinsel, you’d think that would infuse some cheer into me. Oh well, Chris (via Louisa) has been sharing some great festive ass. Granted, they couldn’t find me a pic of Festive Freddie, but this guy will do.

I also just finished making the most kickass chocolate velvet ice-cream for our family Christmas eve bash, and am pretty much done – but any chance of having a quick nap has been fucked by this bloody ass-kicker of a storm. Maybe I’ll just get under my lovely new duvet (200+ thread count, divine baby blue, man I love it) and lie very, very still for a bit.

Hmm, duvet…!

It’s Tuesday. And since it’s Tuesday, I decided that some decent eye candy was in order to get us girls through the rest of the week. Ryk is my ultimate eye candy. Ultimate. Not too muscular, not too oafish, cute smile, green eyes, tall… Feast away.