Just why do super models always look so god damn hacked off?

Is it me or does every model in the whole of the known universe look completely pissed off with everything and everyone?

Is this a prerequisite of the modeling profession? Have they always looked so very moody? And what is it with the heroin eyes?

I know, so many questions, but I was quite innocently browsing through the Sunday papers and their relevant magazines, only to find myself confronted by an army of sour faced, dark eyed, male, female, and indeed hermaphrodite models. Wearing an odd excuse for some clothing and jewelry may well be reason enough to look like you've had the arsehole for the last ten years, but really, are these poor people purposefully made too look angry with us or is it the fact that they haven't eaten anything since the dawn of time?

And does "the look" really make the world of fashion appear so very glamorous and indeed can it really sell the product? Would you ever want to buy that shirt or perfume if it was going to make you feel and look like Skeletor chewing a wasp?

I don't know.... It's all so very confusing.

to start the ball rolling..... we need coffee

Morning all,

It's Saturday morning and it would be raining in Scotland. Just Having a mug of coffee with my grand father who is up visiting from Gloucester with my parents. We have been discussing various strong cups of the "black engine" that we have encountered in our lives. Not, of course, cups of mildly brown water from your average British tea room, nor indeed the over priced life-style enhancing, environmentally sound because it's served in a recycled paper cup rubbish you get from the rash of evil doing branded chains on your local high street. No we were talking about real coffee, the kind of stuff that can change your life in a sip, the sort of coffee that, if left alone for even the shortest moment, would happily evolve into something with a fist and smack you in the face because it knows you've had a cup of tea! Granddad is better travelled than I, largely due to his time spent in the Army, and has regaled me stories of espresso pouring from 1800's brass bullets in Austria just after the war, and the smells of beans roasting in the foothills of Jamaican mountains. My tales of festivals in belgium pale to insignificance, although both of us agree that Italy is the place to go for an espresso. My first brush with Italy and her coffee shops came not so long ago in a not to shabby looking cafe in ventimiglia. Where in the UK upon asking for a cup of coffee one would expect to receive a large mug of mud, in Italy however, a small cup of the strongest most intensely flavored blackness will make it's way to your table bringing along with it a glass of water and a biscuit, what a difference..... why can't the rest of the world create, transport and deliver a humble cup of coffee with such passion?