I left my bed

I don't even really know where to begin. I managed to get some guest tickets for "The Royal Tease" burlesque show at the Intrepid Fox. We had almost a full house to go out with so I knew it was going to be pretty good whatever happened. And we had Molly. So you know. There was a strong start to the evening. I had to round everyone up, kind of like a mother. Everyone needed a wee or forgot their oyster card. We finally made it out the door 20 minutes later, only to get a tube that was forever delayed at every stop. We were dropping like fly's trying to get to Archway. James left at London bridge to wee and Molly left 2 stops before we got there after standing up because "it would help" and leaving her empty bottle of wine on the seat. I did a lot of shouting. There was a 10 minute wait in between each stop and i was half an hour late for something i was suppose to be reviewing. We got there and it was rammed. This tiny little "metal bar" just o

After frantically working all day on a last minute transcribing job, i was soooo ready to go to dinner... Oh wait, no i wasn't. I was FREAKING OUT. I didn't quite realise how much until i arrived at the Tate members room and had to speak to people i didn't know, and then i turned to James and was like "oh my god, i'm hot James, are you hot? i'm really hot. its hot isn't it?" He told me to take some deep breaths or whatever other useless crap loving boyfriends say to you when you're going to have a panic attack and then i yelled at him at him in the elevator for asking me a simple question of calling the man i was suppose to meet. (Sorry James, think he might find it amusing now) The truth is, i didn't have a fucking clue what i was doing. It was all well and good emailing the manager, i'm well good at talking via typing, but to approach him? As someone of relative importance to the evening? What the fuck man. Anyway, i told myself to g

Okay for the sake of all artists and art students out there who I don’t want to freak out or want to punch me, this is my disclaimer. It is my first art exhibition – ever. I didn’t mess about and picked the Sigmar Polke exhibition as I’d heard some really interesting stuff about his pieces which sounded right up my street. The Tate Modern, where it is based, is a beautiful big building. I’ve been there before and was awestruck by its minimalist style. Maybe that’s because my room is always messy. James came with me as he is a member of the Tate and also an art history student. I knew I could probably do with the help. He told me that unless you read the descriptions of the room on the wall, you wouldn't understand any of it. This is critical information guys. The first room, out of 14, was amazing and probably my favourite. It was just so ridiculous and out there I would burst into giggles every 10 seconds. This room was called “Capitalist Realism”. It was Sigmar Polke’s

Bold title I know. But you know what? I'm going to get straight into it. I wrote this a while ago after having an outburst of rage. But Molly spoke to me today, about how no one ever really wants to be alone or away from who they love regardless of what they are doing and it reminded me of this and gave me the guts to re -post it.  I have read a lot of philosophy recently about love. Some beautiful, and some make me just plain right angry. I've been wanting to explore why it makes me so angry. Is it because I agree with it but was in denial? Or is it just because it's a fucking pile of crap. (I like the fact I typed fucking and then went with crap) The other day, I read an article, which I included in my personal statement about loving out of fear. I loved it and hated it. The quote is " The desire to control things and manipulate them to satisfy our ideal outcome does not come from love. It comes from the fear of letting go , the fear that things aren’t

I'm going to compare this to Roxy, because that is my only other night out in London I've ever had. XOYO won and lost for different reasons. I was in Rosie's room when Jake came bounding in to talk about the cat cafe were going to - I don't know how to do the e accent, he then asked me if I wanted to come out dancing with them tomorrow night. A Monday. God. Of course I said yes because going out with Jake would be hilarious and I hadn't yet experienced it. He informed me it would totes be a flat and not a heel night and then I brought my ticket. No later than 3 seconds later, James was buying his ticket, Tim was getting one and then next door got in on the action, it was going to be a big night out. After some faffing around, we all finally started pre-drinking. Classic London money saver and also danger zone in one. Jake created a "cocktail" with lime vodka, cinnamon vodka and cranberry juice which I excitedly named J-licious after creating Sophil

After trawling the internet for something to replace my redundancy in the up coming week and if luck would have it, something I am interested in, I came across an unpaid internship for the website www.thearcadiaonline.com  as a writer. The description said the main topics would be about culture, food, style and adventure.... uh yes please. Now I know people know me as such an on point fashion guru but what excited me the most were all of the other categories.  Literally all right up my street and what I love to blog about now. I did a simple covering letter, no frills, just explaining how i'd love to be considered for the role, how I have my own blog as something I really enjoy doing and how much I would love the experience. I didn't have high hopes as i've never done anything professional and I don't have a journalism, creative writing degree or the like but hey, if you don't ask then the answer with definitely be no. In no less than 2 days, I had a repl

A lot of people are going to have "lose weight", "get in shape", or "drop a dress size" as one of their new years resolutions. They will purchase a gym membership, or maybe of received one from a well intentioned relative at Christmas, opening it whilst they stuff celebrations into their mouth ( I totes stuffed celebrations into my mouth at every available opportunity), and then go in all guns blazing, only to throw in the towel a week later. Or they may do the opposite, and embark on a "detox" of only water, lemons, syrup, 0 calorie clouds, unicorns, whatever. I'm here to give you my opinion on that - don't do it. At the young age of 19 *cries*, I was a very slender size 6 after going from a 12. It was pretty much by accident. I developed a love of soup and didn't have an emotional attachment with food in any way, so I got into a routine and 4 months down the line was about 2 stone lighter. It wasn't as simple as that and there

After not completing a post on my amusing cocktail evening with my house mates, and now being sidetracked by my re-found love of Netflix, I am back and re-united with my love - my laptop. Ive had a quiet one over Christmas. I've done some nice things in little Hereford! Went to the theatre with my parents to watch Paddington (So weird when you see the place you live on t.v), had a banging salad at the Courtyard ( i know it seems weird to get excited over salad but it was So. Good.) Hung out with my best friends, did a frequent amount of drinking and consuming of chocolates and of course saw my family. My mum, who has now witnessed my new found love for healthy food brought me some treats around Sainsburys which i wouldn't otherwise get myself in London - broke innit, and even though I spent 10 days in Hereford, I still feel like I had no time to do anything or see anyone! I did however, on top of all of that manage a Christmas picnic at Queenswood, red wine at various pu