Life's great mysteries
THINGS I don't understand (and probably never will):
The Perle de Lait adverts.
First, we were meant to gurn because our yoghurt was too sour, now we're meant to put it on our faces like moisturiser – leading me to believe that while French women Don't Get Fat, they do walk around pulling stupid faces and rubbing yoghurt on their skin.
Which isn't necessarily preferable, if you ask me. I know which I'd rather sit next to on the bus.
Who pays for Odeon Premier seats?
How loaded does one have to be to fork out a whole extra two quid for the pleasure of waggling one's legs about a bit?
After much consideration, I have come up with three possible answers:-
1) That it's people who mistakenly think they're booking with an airline.
2) That it's people with piles who need the extra cushioning.
3) That it's people trying to impress on dates – in which case they'd be advised to splash the cash on a Ben and Jerry's Wich, the most romantic cinema snack known to man, and not on what's ostensibly another four inches you'll have to reach to get an arm round their shoulders.
Think, people.
Does anyone have an internet service provider they don't hate with the fire of a thousand suns?
I imagine that in the fledgling days of the internet, when it was dreamed that one day we would all have access in the comfort of our own homes, part of that dream was a reliable supply from a company qualified and capable to meet your needs.
Not solid weeks spent on the phone to someone pretending to be called Nigel, saying things like, "I've plugged yellow cable A into blue outlet C, and the wiggly thing STILL ISN'T FLASHING".
And as no one has any story involving their service provider that doesn't begin with a fit of involuntary shuddering, I'm beginning to think that maybe no one is actually capable of this job.
It might just be a little too far-reaching for human brains. Maybe we peaked at the Walkman.
What a hedge fund is.
My friend Fiona, an investment banker (how great it is when one finally gets to the age where you can refer to people as "my friend, the investment banker" rather than "my friend, that one who sicked on Offington roundabout"), has tried to explain hedge funds to me numerous times.
But as soon as she starts explaining, I am instantly transported to a place where little kittens leap over rainbows, while Good Morning Starshine plays gently in the background.
So far, I know this – they have nothing to do with shrubbery, but do need pruning from time to time.
The World of Lauren Bravo is published in the Herald and Gazette series every Thursday.
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