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NEW BLOG

2012-01-27T16:38:00.000Z

come over here
http://lastservingdaughter.wordpress.com/

2010-03-22T19:54:00.005Z

I couple of days ago I was reminded that I indeed still have a blog. So, first things first, I need to apologise for my absence. But I have been pre occupied with talk of gap years and University's, Seriously how do you chose what university to go to I need to know the secret as I don't think I can make that life decision right now I cant even make peace terms with my wardrobe on what to wear each day. Recently my limbs have spent most of their time clad in black leggings and men shirts as all my dresses have disappeared, and I don't do trousers.

"Mulberry, yes" So reads my most recent twitter update. Although, technically speaking, it should probably say: “I can't make serious life choices so I will stare at the Alexa Mulberry dreaming that is in my arms” But if I were to write that, it would call for proper grammar, something the internet has rendered a thing of the past. Ha handbags oh the shallow life I lead.

Lying in a tepid bath, pondering just how bad it would be to vomit in it, or alternatively trying to muster the wherewithal to make it to the loo, was not how I envisaged my weekend panning out. It appears I had another Migraine. The morning after the sickness had ceased, I ventured outside in the direction of my school, to learn about writing CVs and first aid, It was a special study day I normally spend my time pondering over difficult maths for about 2 hours every day, but I had to reassure myself that there is life beyond QI on BBC iPlayer. I spent the whole day dreaming of Paris I suddenly feel compelled to take up smoking. It seems that everyone in the pictures I was glancing at while I was bedladen was at it, thank god for fashion blogs when bored home alone. I imagined In dark corners of bars fag-wielding folk playing games of cat-and-mouse with the sharp-suited bouncers who scurry after them and urging them to throw their addiction sticks to the floor.

Sorry If this Blog seems a bit over the place, but that is just how my brain is working at the moment. Ha :)

I WANT TO MAKE A RACKET

2010-02-11T14:49:00.003Z

SCREAM and SHOUT and dye my hair BLACK or BLUE or PURPLE. I want to rip my clothes into little pieces and stitch them together to make new clothing. I want to run away. Sprint away, far away. I don't want anyone to come after me, I will run into new people. People with spirit, people with ripped clothes and colourful hair. People who eat cereal for dinner and never lunch. People, humans; not dummies. Not mundane creatures living out their pre-planned lives. I'll change my name to Tennessee ...
Anxiety won't exist and my attachments will be fleeting, if at all.

I've managed to push myself into a hole, there are others on top and I cannot get through the, they too are heavy with the expectations laid upon them. They were not allowed to wander and were caught in this trap, this hole.
Not anymore.

http://lovely-lissy.blogspot.com/

I saw this, and its exactly how I feel

2010-02-01T17:13:00.000Z

YES, Such a good start to the month

2010-01-31T17:38:00.001Z

"Waterloo Sunset" [by The Kinks] is my favorite song of all time, and it would be so perfect in a gloomy movie about London

I NEED To See Them Live !

2010-01-30T17:47:00.003Z

I have been to a lot of shows. Likely too many for someone who enjoys occasionally liking music uncritically. I have never seen what I saw at Terminal 5 on Thursday. I have seen the deodorant-phobic and the horn-rimmed scuttle and pine around the feet of Jenny Lewis. I have seen the pierced, stewed, and tattooed rally ‘bout the flagpole legs of Exene Cervenka. I have seen the young girls in their summer clothes flock to the clarion call of heart-throbs like Julian Casablancas and (I eternally regret this) Conor Oberst. But I have never seen what I saw at Terminal 5.
Throngs. Throngs of ‘em. All, to the straining eye (and you can bet your sweet $34.95 that I strained), ostensibly heterosexual. Bridge-and-tunnel tribal markers from head to toe: white flat-bill baseball caps, loose jeans, Billabong t-shirts, dull-eyed and traditionally handsome stares. And until a certain point in the night, I would have expected to see them doing, I don’t know, keg-stands, whatever that rarest species, the straight, white, middle-class guy does for fun. Then everything changed.
Arctic Monkeys took the stage.
Every goddamn one of them underwent a drastic change brought on by the noise and the strobe lights and the artificial.
Suddenly, we were at the Ed Sullivan show and the Fab 4 had just shambled into view. I have never seen so many jocks and stoned out Everydudes cringe, scream, and spontaneously orgasm unabashedly at the sight of four unassuming men. Either sexual mores have widened and transformed for the better while I wasn’t looking, or the Arctic Monkey’s deserve an award. I’ll do the honors. It’ll be awarded via the post. The letter will read:
Dear Monkeys,
You are hereby awarded the enviable title of SUBJECT OF AMERICA’S BIGGEST MAN-CRUSH. In lieu of a trophy, enjoy the sweet, warm wash of bro-love that we can only assume seeps syrup-like through your windows every morning when you awake.
Good job!
Lou Wright
‘SUP Magazine’s Lou Wright on the Arctic Monkeys Terminal 5 show

So Excited For Seeing R+J at Stratford

2010-01-29T20:04:00.003Z

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.

2010-01-27T19:28:00.000Z

Hedi Slimane Is Love

2010-01-21T21:17:00.001Z

Saddle Shoes

2010-01-18T19:10:00.001Z

Perhaps most readily associated with a patently American 1950s nostalgia – recalling varsity football game nights, wholesome cheerleaders, and spiffy sock hops – saddle shoes (or oxfords) were actually first conceived as a men's athletic golfing shoe in the early 1900s. During the 1930's stagflation, saddle shoes swiftly became a unisex sensation when high school girls deemed them ideal for the snazzy new Jitterbug's accompanying acrobatics, sliding, and spinning. They have since become a cultural mainstay sported by students and Hollywood royalty alike: viz. Diane Keaton and Robert Redford. In fact, the saddle shoes' compelling on-screen cinematic history (from Liv Tyler in Inventing the Abbots, to Sue Lyons in Kubrick's Lolita [1962], to Cybill Shephard in The Last Picture Show) is evidence of oxfords' wide-ranging character appeal. Celebrated shoe designer Rupert Sanderson has been a lifelong oxford fan and decided that the time was ripe to unveil his traditionally Italian-crafted Saddled O range for both men and women at last year's Frieze Art Fair. As cherished by the likes of Tennessee Thomas, Zooey Deschanel, Cate Blanchett and Kate Phelan –- his kicky Saddled O's revival has sparked quite the oxford frenzy!

Grrr I want a pair

IM GOING TO ROME!!

2010-01-10T19:02:00.001Z

2010!

2010-01-03T16:23:00.002Z

When the clock struck 12 to welcome New Year's Day, the London eye lit up to reveal a technicoloured rainbow (I wish I was there not cooped up at home looking after my brother). But my childlike sense of happiness at seeing this electric spectacle was cut short when I discovered that nobody my age knows the words to "Auld Lang Syne" – not even the first line. So depressing. I made a promise that the next day I would print them out so that in a year's time we'd all be up to speed; this is something I have yet to do, because I quickly realised I'm the only one who cares.

I have a love-hate relationship with New Year’s resolutions. On the one hand, the idea that I can rework my entire approach to life just based on a simple change in the calendar is very seductive. Of course, I never set modest – or even remotely reasonable – goals. Past examples include: “I vow to stop eating chocolate”, “I won’t sleep in past 11 a.m.,” and “Learn The Guitar.” New Year’s resolutions are like an army of Grinches who truly steal Christmas.

To stop biting my nails has been my resolution for the past 5 years and I have still not done it. I have tried everything; that foul tasting spray you put on the end, I have tried to ignore my hands, by wearing gloves, I have also tried to find a habit to take its place. But no nothing seems to help. My friends often find pleasure in pointing out my horrible trait, so much so, that I have the name "Salad Fingers". Maybe I should take up smoking,after seeing Nowhere Boy with a friend we both came to the same conclusion that it looks painfully cool, shame it will probably kill me.

Woah ..

2009-12-27T21:40:00.002Z

2009-12-23T18:21:00.001Z

Yet more ramblings about Christmas ...

2009-12-23T17:38:00.003Z

Why is Christmas abbreviated to Xmas? I don't like it, Irrelevant information, but a good indication of where this blog is going. There are a lot of things I dislike about "Xmas". In no particular order; Turkey, "Only fools and horses", Christmas number ones, the word "crimbo", stilted conversation with people you haven't seen for a year, and last, but not least, Christmas shopping!

Before I start berating what should be a joyous seasonal activity, allow me to slip in the things I love. I love how "Home alone" is always on TV, I love Christmas stockings (and the allure of a hidden satsuma) and watching people don paper crowns and tell crap jokes as if it is normal.

Phew, got the love out of my system, let the rant commence... where was I? oh, yes - Xmas shopping sucks. Why do I always leave it until the last minute? why do I never dress appropriately and end up sweating and then freezing my way through a dreary day? and why can I never remember what anyone wants/likes/needs? "of course Dad wants more socks. He likes socks. Everyone needs socks." If you have to rationalise it, you have bought the wrong gift.

I am incredibly indecisive by nature. This is not a helpful attribute when it comes to mission-shopping. Yes its a mission - a full-blown operation to purchase as many things as you can. I spend hours wondering the aisles of HMV, becoming ensconced in the box-set section. Towers of DVDs coax me into pretending my brother loves "friends" ( he doesn't but oh how fickle my memory can be.) I limp aimlessly around beauty counter, choking on perfume, allowing war-painted Ladies to poison my arm with their scented sprays. I escape department stores smelling like a chemically confused version of my mother.

What would be great is if a learned from my mistakes and made the effort to forward plan, but hey its too late now. Merry Christmas , and everybody a happy new bag - I mean year!

2009-12-22T17:32:00.002Z

Check out Chrissie Abbott's stuff here its pretty rad

15 Days !

2009-12-13T16:03:00.000Z

I have the sudden need to tell people that my birthday is looming near, and yes before you ask it does suck to have a birthday six days before Christmas, its cold, dark and everybody is suddenly lethargic (its as if everybody is hibernating getting ready for the post-Christmas sales.) I'm getting a year older (17) and its my last year of childhood, a very daunting thought as I quite like the idea of climbing a tree and spending the rest of my life in dungarees and over the knee socks, I will be able to drive, get a tattoo and go to an adult jail, all fun recreational activities you will agree. I don't want to grow up, I like the safety net of secondary school and not being trusted to vote. Arhhh Teenage angst

I was pleased to reach 17, if only because, when I was at primary school, I longed to own a pair of knee-high boots. Upon voicing this desire, somebody kindly informed me that knee-high boots, could ONLY be carried off from the age of 18, well 17 will have to do. It is somewhat disconcerting to think that I took fashion advice from somebody I had probably only ever seen in a standard-issue school uniform, or, at a push, a PE kit, but still, it's something to which I have stoically adhered to. The question is, now that I am the right age to rock a knee-high boot, what type of shoe do I have to look forward to other than slippers? But there are of aspects to growing old which do appeal to me. I'm simply allowing myself to be brainwashed by the consensus these days that life beyond 40 sucks. But why? Personally, I love warm jumpers in sensible colours, I cite the Queen and her love of Barbour as a style inspiration, I'd like to spend my days reading a library of books and I happen to find beachside strolls rather fulfilling. I'm particularly looking forward to being old enough to sit in a corner at Christmas time, in MY chair, making completely out-of-order comments to my family that they'll have to accept because I'm ancient and, probably, senile.

2009-12-12T15:34:00.002Z

I must have cut a lonely figure, grappling with a Christmas tree up a windy, cobbled drive way – I imagined a street brimming with happy couples and mobile-phone advert friends all with their perfect pine giants in a net.

To make matters worse, I was wearing a camel-coloured cardigan. If I'd have thought it through, I'd have donned a Barbour for this festive task. As it was, having been abandoned by my brother who had promised to help me fetch The Tree, defiance had forced me towards the rainy garage in a hurry, and the camel was baring the brunt of this rookie mistake.

It now stands embarrassed in the corner of my room, drowning in scientifically tied bows and carefully arranged fairy lights, which continue to wink at me long into the night. I realise now that I have unintentionally turned my innocent Christmas tree into a "fashion tree".

It wasn't meant to be this way. I searched high and low for multi-coloured baubles because I wanted a tacky, scrappy tree but no, impatience gripped me before I had a chance to find them. Suddenly I found myself in John Lewis's haberdashery section, picking out VV Rouleaux ribbons in various hues, as if that's what I do every year.

This, however, is the first year I've had the inclination to decorate my home in keeping with tradition. My previous miserly stance toward decoration was that everything I put up I would at some point have to take down and, frankly, that would be too much effort. I wonder when it got to that? As a child I used to virtually hyperventilate at the prospect of picking up the tree from the local garden centre with my dad and taking it home to drench it in baubles. It was beyond exciting.

And at school when we used to fashion shoddy-looking paper-chains from faded coloured sugar paper, it seemed not only to be an extremely important task, but also the highlight of the academic calendar. Will there be snow, won't there be snow? Will Father Christmas/Dad eat the mince pie we left out?

This year I'm trying to rediscover that fervour I once had for the festive period. I started by watching Home Alone – which was just as amazing as I remembered – I've bought rings made of holly, too many branches of mistletoe and I've even tried to stand around sipping mulled wine and hot cider, both of which tasted entirely unreasonable.

Maybe the issue I have is that there is only a certain amount of Christmas cheer I can muster every year, and most of that is used up on bellowing "Merry Christmas!!!" There is one saving grace, however, one activity that always fills me with cheer: shopping.

Yesterday I popped in to Bath to track down a variety of gifts for a variety of family members. I managed to buy five in total, one for mum, one for my brother, one for my dad and two for myself. Although this is an appalling result, it's a trap I always fall into.

I have an issue with purchasing things, I can't peruse items for other people without spying something for myself. Often I'll try and safeguard myself from this fact by sticking solely to shops or departments I know I have no interest in: kitchenware, menswear, gardening tools.

Even then though, even when I'm knee-deep in other people's interests, I am quite capable of convincing myself I need a hand trowel. This has to stop. Perhaps I'll do the rest of my Christmas shopping over the internet because then if I can't actually pick the items up and bond with them, I won't want them. First stop: www.asos.com.

Alison

2009-12-07T17:26:00.004Z

I Love Marc Johns

2009-12-04T19:42:00.001Z

2009-11-28T22:25:00.002Z

Magazine: POP, fall 2008

Editorial: ‘Feeling Falling’

Style: Katie Grand

Model: Agyness Deyn

Photographer: Ryan McGinley

Katie Grand: “[Ryan] sent me this reference photograph of kids falling off a fire escape — it was from the 1950s I think — and said he’d really like to have [Agyness] falling. And naked. So we ended up with two stunt men and Agyness jumping naked from five stories onto a huge huge crash mat. It was incredible.”

Floral Headdress

2009-11-27T19:28:00.002Z

Step 1-

Gather the flowers for the headdress. Choose colors of different types and sizes. Choose colors that coordinate with the outfit it will be worn with. Include filler flowers such as babies breath or greenery

Step 2-

Shape heavy gauge craft wire into a circle that is just larger than the crown of the head. Make the circle large enough to sit just above the ears. Twist the ends of the wire together to close the circle

Step 3-

Wrap the entire wire circle with floral tape. Overlap the edges of the floral tape so that no part of the wire shows. Wrap the tape snugly, allowing for no movement once the entire circle is wrapped

Step 4-

Trim flower stems to 1/2 inch. Attach the flowers to the headdress by wrapping the stems with floral tape. Place flowers close together, placing filler flowers in any small gaps.

Step 5-

Heat up a hot glue gun. Put a small dot of glue on the headdress to glue any loose flowers in place

Step 6-

Tie ribbons to the back of the headdress. Leave lengths of ribbon hanging from the back that are around 12 inches long.

Step 7-

Store large floral headdresses in a refrigerator until it is time for them to be worn

Rebel Without A Cause

2009-11-27T19:01:00.000Z

J'adore

2009-11-11T17:41:00.008Z

I recently rediscovered my love for Velvet, that material that only ever comes out at Christmas or when you are four years old, with a peter pan color and white tights for a friends birthday. Its a comfort material that, as well as keeping you warm, makes you feel warm inside. Its a fabric full of nostalgia of forgotten innocence.

I have been in love with a certain black Velvet "See by Chloe" dress ever since it turned up on Alexa Chung and Tennessee Thomas. I need a version of my own, why don't I have a bulging bank account which I can dip into when ever I can. Its kind of perfect it has that youthful spin on It. I think I am slowing turning into a goth or I want a part in the Adams family. Either way I'm pale enough and I have read Frankenstein, which are must be on the check list that all wannabe Goths must follow. I must shuffle off as I have alot of Edga Allan Poe to read.

Also can I have red hair please

A flowchart

2009-11-08T18:14:00.001Z

Picture from here

Evil Laugh, Followed by Lightening

2009-10-28T15:04:00.003Z

Yes as "All Hallows’ Eve" draws it ugly zombie face for another year, yes its the only day of the calender year in which parents let there pre-pubescent children except sweets of strangers dressed as sexy Witches. My Halloween dream is to dress up as the Grim reaper and visit various Nursing homes and in my creepiest voice bellow out "your time has come!". Actually from the look of Britain's ageing population they look like they can handle themselves, so I might have to scrap that idea and linger round graveyards til I find a congregation of Goths willing to take me in and partake in my dastardly plan.

Anyway this year I plan to dress up as a scary Victorian child, A rich one as they often seem to have that glacial look in their eyes and white ribbons in their hair.

Now where did I put that fake blood?

I need to get to a photo booth

2009-10-19T12:49:00.000+01:00

Who would you rather race a Rhino or a Lion ?

2009-10-17T14:35:00.002+01:00

I fear I shall spend the rest of my life awkward, as I am inept in most social situations. Small talk makes me feel nauseous and a large group of serious people makes me turn white and shudder. Its those first five minuets - where do you sit, how do you act and how do you break the initial silence - that I often find that I blurt out inappropriate statements, or I try and sound wiser beyond my years. which is not the best thing when your the social vice captain for your house.

Thank god that my friends have become accustomed to my little attribute, Especially that Rachel Woods, possibly the only person who has ever overfed me and the only person I would rewrite Genesis for, its a long story. But with out her sitting next to me in English , me muttering - under a heavy breath into her ear "Daddy's here", I would not have a clue what a proper noun and other technical English terms were. High five to Ireland and our poetry about growing old.

"I love poubelle"

Marianne Faithfull

2009-10-15T19:05:00.001+01:00

10/10

2009-10-09T15:59:00.004+01:00

As winter descends you deserve a new you. Now’s the perfect time to do a Gok Wan on your wardrobe; to finally peel off those skinny black jeans that have been bonded to your legs with cider since 2003; to bin the mascara (girls and boys); to donate the pointy shoes to a tramp and leave anything neon (so 2007) in a bundle outside the Sue Ryder shop.

Because this season its time to put on your favourite smiths t-shirt and converse high tops. At least those were the vibes I was getting from "comfort in strangers" and their debut EP, which as of yet is unnamed. The twosome from Bath, Lawrie McInnes and Alex Grassi -both 21- formed in 2008. Taking influence from Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Sigour Ros and The Beatles. They are like a breath of fresh of air to the pop saturated charts that we, as listeners, have become accustomed to. Its such a beautifully easy listen, like the Libertines but with better manners.

The three tracks which they have recently recorded: At Sixteen, Working man and Over and over. are songs that appeal the ear. "at sixteen" my personal favourite song from the EP, as my ipod can tell you, I have been listening to it quite alot since i received the Cd a couple of weeks ago. And its not because it appeals to my age group, Its because its a bloody good song. It reminds me of running though a field on a heady summers night, that's just me isn't it!

Its official they are the best thing to come out of Bath since Roman bathing and bath stone.

Myspace, Facebook

He's a real nowhere man,Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

2009-10-08T18:38:00.004+01:00

Im quite excited for this film, even though the trailer is not even out yet.

"Nowhere Boy" is an upcoming film about John Lennon's childhood and adolescence and the feature film directorial debut of director Sam Taylor-Wood.
The film, which is based on the book Imagine This: Growing Up With My Brother John Lennon by Lennon's half sister Julia Baird, is about Lennon's teenage years and his first steps to stardom and will focus on the influence his Aunt Mimi and his mother Julia had on his early life, and his friendship with future fellow Beatle Paul McCartney - wiki

Pictures Rotten Tomatoes

BAD/RAD

2009-10-06T17:38:00.004+01:00

GOING DOWN-

WAYFARERS

This could, and maybe should, be a blanket kicking of the wearing of sunglasses in general, but I'll keep it current and urge you to step away from the goddam, wayfarers. Once the epitome of Steve McQueen cool they're no the go-to accessory for every single clueless hipster on planet wanting to appear deliciously aloof, indoors. Everyone looks like a mug wearing sunglasses, that's a given, but on the rare occasion it's sunny do we all have to be wearing the same ones, nothing quite says glamorous, American anti-hero like .... the Jonas Brothers

GOING UP-

SUPERMARKETS

I'd agree that the death of local shop and the independent beaker, butcher, and indeed candlestick maker is a real tragedy, but hey in today's modern society we've basically got what we asked for, convenience and everything under one roof. And shamed as we are to admit it, we like it that way. Need a frozen pizza, some socks a tube of toothpaste, a Nokia phone charger and Florence and the machine's new album? you know where to go.

2009-09-21T18:20:00.000+01:00

"You look more like George Harrison than I do"

2009-09-16T21:23:00.007+01:00

Sasha Pivovarova and Dhani Harrison for Fashion Rocks 2008

Pictures - Source

Because Im dressed like Robbie Turner

2009-09-12T21:39:00.003+01:00

My FAVORITE film Atonement

Screen caps from here

Clocks are cool

2009-09-05T17:00:00.005+01:00

GOING DOWN-

Barbecues

I'd hazard the guess that the reason us Brits are now inclined to burn the crap out of lots of meat at the first glimpse of the summer sun is simple because some rouge Aussie barbecue manufacturer washed up on these shore in search of a new business. And not because it's lots of fun and the food tastes great. And it isn't and doesn't. Face facts. Carbonized cow, a hot dog bun filled with wasps and a face full of smoke isn't our idea of heady summer Al fresco dining. Alan Hansen can stuff his Morrison's offers where the Sun don't shine.

GOING UP-

Watches

You may have a clock on you mobile phone. but there is a certain romanticism and old-worldly charm to twisting your wrist to peak at a dedicated timepiece in order to see how late you are getting home on a school night. Reminding us of a age when stuff to do just one thing, i.e tell the time, I'm backing the watch to make a comeback. Come on, lets here it for awkwardly large wall mounted clocks too, and alarm clock for that matter, you know what time it is! Its Hammer time

picture from the furniture blog

2009-09-04T18:18:00.004+01:00

I saw these bright coloured beauties on JAK&JIL they just make me wish that summer was not near its end and that I can spend the whole time in incandescent slingbacks. Autumn is such an iffy time for footwear, you can never tell what the weather will do next you will either get Autumn sunshine or appalling rain, at least with winter you know it will be cold and you can channel Alexa Chung by wearing socks with you heels. keep warm and still look cool.

Pictures from Jak&JIL and TFS

1 Being Bad and 10 Being Rad

2009-09-02T18:48:00.007+01:00

Everyday my wish list grows that little bit bigger and at the moment I crave: Chained Clothing, Skull heads, Doc Martins,leopard coat, a new bike, more big tasteless rings, and a cat. Out of that list I will probably buy one of those things I want it to be the bike/coat but I am more like to buy the rings and skulls. Gutted. I need a job or else I will be in debt before I am 17.

PIctures from THE YOUTHQUAKE.

Is It True You're Going To Run Away

2009-09-02T18:21:00.001+01:00

After seeing just a few of Jason Lee Parry's photographs I knew I had a new favorite forming. I have a thing for shoots that look like those pictured are hiding out from the cops in the desert and Parry captures this perfectly

2009-09-01T20:49:00.002+01:00

When I'm alone I find myself anchored to my computer. YouTube and Facebook are too enticing for me not to reach for my computer whenever I'm bored. Internet social networking is surely the saddest thing modern technology has to offer my generation. Rather than visiting art galleries or reading or doing anything worthwhile (eg, going to the pub), instead I'm posting boring chat on somebody's "wall" in an effort to keep up with whatever's going on. It feeds our need for attention and to some degree legitimises stalking. Surely both of these things are deeply unhealthy.

And yet before I had Facebook I had my phone, something else I constantly check for text messages, so perhaps it's just me that's addicted to the web/attention. I know this isn't true, though, because beyond Facebook and MySpace and Bebo or whatever else it is that happened in the wake of Friendster, the Internet is crawling with blogs created by people in order to document their lives via photos and witty throwaway comments they spent hours constructing. And if you delve a little deeper, if you want something a little darker, there are plenty of chat rooms associated with bands, actors and television personalities, people apparently either love, or love to hate.

I think for a couple of weeks, more like days or hours as my mother said, I am going to remove myself from Facebook, blogger and the like and concentrate on important thinks like not failing my maths entrance exam for the second time and getting my mind back out of its dream like state ready to learn.

Can I Have a Leopard Print Jacket Please

2009-08-29T17:30:00.002+01:00

Pictures TFS

I Like the Like

2009-08-29T16:41:00.004+01:00

My new girl crush is Tennessee Thomas she is the drummer for all-girl band The Like. Shes like a modern Jane Birkin

Picture garance dore

Lets run away to the fair

2009-08-21T12:46:00.001+01:00

Yvette Inufio is an American photographer who tries to capture unexplored corners and overlooked details. Her prints are available to buy (very cheaply) from her Etsy shop. The aged, faded photographs remind me of twee childhood holidays.

It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog

2009-08-21T12:34:00.003+01:00

Who does not Love this film or these men in suits

Lou in stripes

2009-08-20T20:24:00.001+01:00

Alexander Wang Frankie Creepers

2009-08-20T20:14:00.002+01:00

You know you want them

Polaroids

2009-08-16T12:01:00.000+01:00

Wants/Inspirations

2009-08-16T11:58:00.002+01:00

I need this dress so bad

The death of film

2009-07-31T15:34:00.000+01:00

I finally got my camera developed the other day, the last time I went up to the photo counter at boots I must of been about 13 years old. Christ I did not realise how much it cost,£12. But it got me thinking whatever the cost I will always love cameras that use film. I like the surprise off what the pictures look like, the colours and light. And I have a guilty fetish for the photos that went a bit wrong. You know the ones where people have their eyes closed or they are about to sneeze. But recently when I was having a bonding session with my auntie we came across loads of old photos, of her as a child and a scary amount of photos of me as a child crying, apparently my uncle found it hilarious taking photos of of his niece and nephew in fit of tears. I realised that if I use a digital camera I will never print these funny chapters of my life off, they will forever be lost in cyberspace, I will never be able to show my children me in my adolescent years, badly dressed, at my slimmest and at the funnest time of my life. I will now in future print off my photos or waste the rest of my money on using film. Film is cooler lets face it. It even makes a grey day seem like a warm summers evening. digital is the future but is boring and predictable

I LOVE MY HOLGA & MY DISPOSABLE CAMERA

2009-07-22T18:10:00.001+01:00

They are so cute

PURPLE RAIN

2009-07-20T20:44:00.002+01:00

I am suddenly in the need to go out and buy purple seeing this photo (above) and reading this weeks Grazia had led me to the conclusion that purple is the colour of the summer.

Emma Watson is my new girl crush

2009-07-19T18:40:00.002+01:00

Vintage Ossie Clarke *Melts*

My New Topshop Lusts

2009-07-19T17:38:00.001+01:00

I love black and white photos

2009-07-07T13:53:00.002+01:00

Tennis!

2009-06-26T15:33:00.003+01:00

Its that time of year again . You sit down In front of the TV, or as the weather has been so brilliant, bask outside in the radiant sunshine whist listening to 5 live. Its Wimbledon, Yes tennis is probably the only sport, other than "important" football/rugby matches and strange sports at the Olympics, I properly got into the diving, that I don't mind sitting down and wasting a day watching it. I even want to go as far to say that I know most of the rules, but I cant watch the women's tennis, I feel dirty, its like German porn, all grunting and all just for show. I'm not being sexist but women's tennis is a little bit rubbish, its not exciting seeing a woman prance about in a short skirt, I'd rather see a man in a headband with his "guns out". Like most of the British public I am in the sudden need to pick up a tennis racket, which has been gathering dust in the corner of my room, its the tennis bug.

As I sit here typing this Federer has won, Yes I was there with my little Swiss flag, which I stole when I was on holiday, waving it like a mad man for 4 hours. I can only imagine what the country would be like if Andy Murray got through, my mother would of probably forced me to paint the union jack on my face, No that's a lie she would banish any face paint from the house and probably take us out, away from any TV or radio and let me and my brother sweat it out until we get home and have to watch the highlights.

Also at my school our houses are named after sports stadiums, and yes I am in Wimbledon house. Like the facebook message I sent my best friend "its time for our house to shine."

Phwoar Tennis x

Biker Chic

2009-06-23T21:29:00.004+01:00

Marianne Faithfull

I wish I could remember which magazine this was in

Matchy Matchy

2009-06-21T19:24:00.000+01:00

Jade, who was captured by garance dore is one of those mesmerising examples of a block colour outfit and I want to stand up and start enthusiastically clapping, (ala that concluding scene in every naff american romcom) for the genius of this pink pairing. the nude belt is all that ensures she teeters and avoids that fine line of matchy matchy prep.

Whimsy

2009-06-20T22:22:00.003+01:00

I chanced copies of these beautiful videos over at bien dans da peau and at first I assumed they had been created by some anonymous Scandinavian film director, a little speck in the gigantic sphere of Youtube.

Alas, further investigation led me to discover that they are indeed the videos accompanying Stella McCartney's special Net-A-Porter.com collections. I was a little disappointed, as I find my first assumption appealing, however it cannot be denied that these videos perfectly epitomise the femininity of the Stella McCartney brand and upon realising this was the project on which Stella had collaborated with the fabulous artist Sir Peter Blake it all made sense.Produced and directed by the Net A Porter team, the videos could easily be mistaken for the brainchild or Sofia Coppola or Tim Walker.

They are a visual treat and I'm sure for those of you who go a little weak at the knees when thinking of ponies, broderie anglaise and barefoot bike rides (who doesn't?) you'll find these a incarnation of your favourite girlish daydreams. I don't think I'm alone in wishing that my days during this summer will consist of spontaneous climbing of Magnolias (even more wishful seeing as they bloom in spring..) or ducking through floral jungles in creamy suits. Or wading through chilly rivers in my knickers with my best friend.

Ah, dream on, dream on..

Of course, they're more effective when viewed together, but I think "Poem" is my favourite, for that mouthwatering combination of the pink hydrangeas against the girls' suits.

2009-06-10T17:18:00.008+01:00

In the begging of the year like many people I set myself new years resolutions, and as it is the middle of the year I'm going to see if i kept to any of them ...

2009:

1. Pass My GCSE's

2. Learn The Guitar

3. Make My First Short Film

4. Take Proper Photographs

5. Lose Weight

6. Read More Books

7. And stop biting my nails

1. Well I will have to wait a couple of months but, which is totally not like me, I revised. I mean I have spent the last two months with my head buried in revision guides trying to cram knowledge which I wished I had learnt first time round. Saying that I do feel quite confident like the whole of my family have said "you have done your best"

2. I think I can be let off here I have been a bit busy to go out get my guitar re-stringed and then try and teach myself to play, unlike the great myth surrounding women I cannot multi task.

3. I have had about a million ideas, that hopefully now with this big break ahead of me these ideas will materialise. I am currently poised with camera in hand.

4. Well I have just arrived home with my photos which have been developed, Yes Boots, but crikey I have spent some serious money on getting them developed. Well my mother will be happy that I did not spend that money on another Breton shirt.

5. Yes, I have completed at least one, well I have lost a tiny bit. It was not like I was obese in the first place but the dreaded prom dress seems to fit perfectly.

6. Actually I have read more books than I ever have. See mother all this time I have off I am doing educational things. Any strange weird looking book and I will probably read it.

7. To stop biting my nails has been my resolution for the past 4 years and I have still not done it. I have tried everything; that foul tasting spray you put on the end, I have tried to ignore my hands, by wearing gloves, I have also tried to find a habit to take its place. But no nothing seems to help

2009-06-03T18:55:00.006+01:00

Sevigny Marry Me

The Legends Return

2009-06-03T18:49:00.002+01:00

I saw this on the Internet its a little sneak preview of the Arctic Monkeys new album

"Frontman Alex Turner, fresh from his expansive forays in The Last Shadow
Puppets, has retained that laconic croon, while his bandmates extol the same
Scott Walker influences in the music, injecting the Arctics with a new sound
that sends them onto wild soundscaping adventures. The confidence of the
musicianship on show is stunning - they have completely defied any expectations
or presumptions to explore the depths they can reach when stepping foot outside
their accepted styles. Lyrically, Turner is his usual eloquent self, but has
definitely graduated into an incomparable writer whose themes twist and turn
through stories and allegories so potent and profound it actually leaves one
breathless. Sloping organ patterns create a carnival-esque atmosphere across the
album, but it’s a spooky and ethereal trip, a lysergic cavalcade that haunts
every track."

YES!

2009-05-28T20:57:00.004+01:00

I saw this woman on the sartoralist ... and I am sooo jelous.

The bike
The hat
The top
The shorts
It was taken in New York

Oh my god, serious girl crush alert

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour

2009-05-27T16:09:00.001+01:00

As we are about to enter the period called "Study Leave" aka "who's having a party", I lay surrounded by Maths Papers and empty boxes, which used to be full of beautifully decorated cupcakes, all scattered at my feet laughing at me saying "I knew she would not keep to that new years resolution" and yesterday instead of revising I was reading and old copy of Vogue and it turns out that I want to look like a punk or and ageing rock star. Talking of punks they seem to rage against the system and cause anarchy wherever they go but, correct me if I am wrong, but was not the whole punk movement created by Vivian Westward to sell clothes, she put the sex pistols together thus selling cool, but overly priced, t shirts to the masses. See Mother this is why I never do my school work you buy me magazines and I have to read them from cover to cover spreading my meaningless judgement carefully over each page.

This is going to be a short post as I have to learn the whole chemistry syllabus so back to the drudgery of being a GCSE candidate x

PS. go on this site it is Nintendo Bohemian rhapsody http://bohemian8bit.ytmnd.com/

PPS. I posted that picture of John Lennon because I want the blazer and because I am also listening to jealous guy.

2009-05-24T21:10:00.006+01:00

I Love this look it's so ... early Kate Moss (I might copy it for prom.)

I want Blond messy hair and never ending legs.

Is that an anchor tattoo I spy, Jealous Me?

An Olsen + Bicycles = Love

LOVE

2009-05-21T20:26:00.005+01:00

Must stop Looking at pictures of Jean Shrimpton and Terence Stamp

2009-05-19T21:15:00.002+01:00

2009-05-14T18:12:00.000+01:00

Ode To Exams

2009-05-14T16:17:00.004+01:00

When you are put in an exam situation, most people's minds start to wonder, while my brain often has the Kumars and Gareth Gates warbling though a Charity song, much to my displeasure.

I try to drift of onto other things mainly "how many tiles are on the floor", and "why do I write so fast!" well during my PE exam, or how may Grandfather brilliantly put it, "A what ... an exam ... about PE ... but that's physical education!" I got onto the question, at what point did I decide to stop listening to mundane girl bands sing bubble gum pop, the sort of music often played at a 1990's children's disco's, the same ones that when the party is over the teachers turn on the lights and laugh as they make all children squint at the sudden beam of light which blazes into their eyes, they then hush the boisterous pre-teens for silence, slowly they call out your name followed by the order "You can go your mums here".

At what point did it occur to me that music, in all its shapes and forms ... is brilliant! Was it the first chord to the Killers "Mr. Brightside" way back in 2004, or was it when, by accident, I picked up my first copy of NME and fumbled my way through its music filled pages, or was it as my mother put it, "The day you stopped being a bloody tomboy, and discovered boys!" also on this day I discovered Fashion, films, Comedy, Cake baking, London, My vanity, Make up, I can brush my hair. I discovered more that day than Christopher Columbus, oh I forgot I also found out about him.

That has got me thinking who was my first celeb crush, I think it was Dec of off "Ant and Dec" the SM:TV years, It was the classic 1990's curtain haircut that did it for me. I still get a little twinge whenever I think about Wonky Donkey, (The premise of the game was very similar to that of Catchphrase. The example the presenters always gave to explain the game was 'Wonkey Donkey'. It was a small toy donkey with one leg missing. Thus, it was a wonkey donkey. Every week, something similar was shown to the viewers who rang in to guess what it was. The golden rule was it had to rhyme.-wikipedia )

Oh my pre-pubescent years I love thee x

PS -Because Eurovision 2003 was the best thing ever: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuTgjFOdv88

2009-04-30T18:30:00.003+01:00

You know its summer when you want to go out in the garden and read "Alice In Wonderland"

(also is it weird that I know all the words to the Jabberwocky)

A boat beneath a sunny sky,

Lingering onward dreamily

In an evening of July

In a Wonderland they lie,

Dreaming as the days go by,

Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream

Lingering in the golden gleam

Life, what is it but a dream?

Over/Under Rated This Week

2009-04-30T16:14:00.003+01:00

OVERRATED

Andy Warhol :

While I partial to the odd colourful screen print of Elvis and of course I'm grateful to him for getting his wallet out to pay for the Velvet Underground's studio time, Warhol's body of work, irrespective of it carefully considered intentions, is largely complete and utter pap, Pap. Still revered as a visionary and with his work remaining highly collectible, Andy's 15 minutes of fame have lasted nearly 50 years. Johns and Lichenstein would be screwing.

Champagne:

Why at special occasions, such as birthdays or a wedding, does some bright spark decide that every ones glasses should be charged with champagne? I know of no-one, no-one, who would ever, ever, order a glass of the bubbly stuff from any bar given any other choice, at any time, so why wheel it out now? Guaranteed to ruin any social event you drink it at and give you an eye watering hangover it isn't our idea of decedent fun whatsoever. Non Merci madame. Ou et le vin.

UNDERRATED

Steven Seagal:

Actor, producer, writer, director, singer-songwriter, 7th-dan black belt in aikido, owner of fantastic hair, animal rights activist and supposedly the reincarnation of a Tibetan Buddhist lama, or tulku, Seagal is a BEAST. Currently flogging his own energy drink cleverly named Steven Seagal's Lightening Bolt, along with working as the deputy sheriff of Jefferson Pariah, Louisiana, Seagal's thousand yard stare and willingness to wear funny oriental jackets makes him a fully fledged alternative fashion icon.

Late night TV:

If you can sleep and you're really tired, zone out TV will probably feature an American sheriff and or Ross Kemp. Not Kirsty Warker. Newsnight isn't really, low-effort, veg-out TV is it now? Whereas, perpetual re-runs of the 36 episodes of the World's Wildest Police Videos with a former Sheriff most certainly is. Nothing quite soothes a tired brain like bizarre traffic violations and horrific car chases.

2009-04-27T21:53:00.002+01:00

Because even the Beatles loved a bit of air guitaring

The one in which I decide my look

2009-04-27T20:48:00.006+01:00

Francoise Hardy, the French Sixties songstress and pretty much my hero (this week), she manages to project an image that is beyond sexy without ever being pictured on all fours daubed in fake tan; she was hardly ever seen out of a roll-neck jumper. So this winter, I cant believe I'm planning this when summer has not yet graced our shores, I am only going to buy something that is black, leather or could be seen as horse riding apparel eg. jodhpurs and riding boots. I'm thinking Francoise Hardy crossed with Astrid Kirchherr, the photographer of the "savage" Beatles, a woman who was rarely seen out of a ebony outfit. Is the look for me ...

Being a sickly child I often stay at home sipping chicken soup while I watch a film and I have decided that there's something about the way women shop in films that's really pukey it has a dream like quality (Clueless excluded, of course), or perhaps I just can't identify with them because I shop in a cold and calculated way. Usually I know what sort of thing I want and can dash around a shop floor like the Terminator closing in on his prey. Unless it's a vintage shop, in which case I always end up asking them to turn the music down and emerge looking like 1969 threw up on me.

I have got to the age where I have decided to stop shopping in budget high street stores and invest in key items that will last the test in time, so I think it is important to decide on a style and become an efficient shopper. Oh my mother will be pleased to hear that as she will never again have to console me whenever she scours though the fleshly laundered clothes to find my favourite cheap dress shrunken, ripped or ruined. Oxfam is now going to be stocked full of my old clothes the "old" me, well you have to help charities. Bring on Six form and my goth tendencies x

Prepare for the Beauty

2009-04-21T17:14:00.001+01:00

Over/Under Rated

2009-04-21T16:40:00.005+01:00

Over Rated

Food culture:

Everybody enjoys a spot of fine dining once in a while, but there has to be a point at which a line must be drawn. With television schedules and magazines stuffed with celebrity chefs and columnists spouting on about truffle oil, fennel, micro herbs, organic hand-reared chickens, jus of this, reductions of that. My head is spinning and I've had my fill. Stuffed.

U2:

I'll admit even I cant resist a bit of air drumming whenever I hear Sunday bloody Sunday, but that is it. Hanging around music mega stores and arenas well, well, past their career bedtime am i the only one to think that, album after album, We've heard it all before? Maybe Bono et al's post Joshua Tree output is like a turgid dog whistle that only I can hear. And don't start me on Bono, oh no. Take those shite sunglasses off Mother Theresa.

Under Rated

Ten pin bowling:

Massive in the early 90s due to a load of Mega bowls ect. suddenly deciding to set up shop in Britain, for some reason its popularity has now waned. Currently only the preserve of ironic fashion types posing at overpriced boutique alleys and underage kind who can actually get served at the lanes' bar at the retail park, bowling if far too much fun to be overlooked anymore. The essential ball sport for the lazy, unfit, or inebriated, ten-pin bowling should be like our national sport. Striiiiiiiike!

Taxidermy:

I know lots of people, vegan or not, take great offence when confronted by the art of stuffed animals, but for me they still have a "how did they do that?" childhood mystique. And how can you not be hyped by seeing a black bear on his hind legs with a salmon in his gob standing to attention by your front door every time you go out to work/school? That was a joke. He'd never have a salmon in his Mouth, it'd be a eagle. Taxidermy is amazing.

A Day In The Life

2009-04-15T15:40:00.001+01:00

I read the news today oh, boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, i just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the house of lords

I saw a film today oh, boy
The english army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But i just had to look
Having read the book
I love to turn you on.

Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, i noticed i was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and i went into a dream
Ah

I read the news today oh, boy
Four thousand holes in blackburn, lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the albert hall
I'd love to turn you on

He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge

2009-04-10T20:47:00.005+01:00

I am saving up to run away to New york, Paris even London. I want to leave home and enter a Bohemian world shown in films and read in books. I don't want to work in an office or do something mediocre with my life. Nobody wants to be on their death bed wondering where their dreams went, I want to be like Casanova a randy old man recalling all his conquests. Well I would like to do at least one outrageous thing in my life, weather it being running away to Paris and falling in love with a penniless sitar player and doing the can can in the Moulin Rouge...

As you can tell I fell asleep while I watched the Moulin Rouge yesterday and yes it has now accidentally entered my sub conscious and now all I can think about is "I wonder what absinthe tastes like" and "why the hell cant Toulouse remember the most important line in the whole film" these important questions and many more are whizzing around my head as I sit here. I get to engrossed in films, I get obsessed. I love them, their beautiful pictures, dashing
hero's, ravishing leading ladies and vile villains, all entice you to enter their strange Bohemian world and I am easily led.

Photography is truth. The cinema is truth twenty-four times per second. Jean-Luc Godard

The world of "Bohemian" interests me because I want to be a writer, who lives and acts free of regard for conventional rules and practices. I want to be surrounded by artists sipping vodka and dripping paint onto a raw canvas.

I cant believe I just typed that, I sound like a balding middle aged art critic who quotes Picasso as "overrated" and thinks that the infant down the road who got a marker pen that wrote "this place is shit" on a road sign is a "genius" who is "rebelling against the system." I think that's the other side to my character who only gets out when I reach for the thesaurus. Anyway all this mindless rambling aside I think I just what to escape this Victorian village I live in and only return when I suddenly have a urge to go into Laura Ashley and buy a pair of curtains. Oh domestic bliss x

2009-04-04T17:37:00.000+01:00

Dear Kitty

2009-03-25T16:49:00.007Z

It seems like just recently I have been surrounded by diary's, no I have not been searching thought my mothers hidden draws looking for a beautifully decorated book, full of her deepest darkest secrets/embarrassing photos/criminal past? They are just every where ... I guess Twitter is a kind of Diary, according to wikipedia: Twitter is a social networking and micro-blogging service that enables its users to send and read other users' updates, known as tweets. Tweets are text-based posts of up to 140 bytes in length..." BLAH, BLAH, BLAH – you get the gist.All you need to know is that the big three are on it: Obama, Britney and Stephen Fry, basically everyone who matters. Twitter gives you a fascinating insight into the inner workings of their minds, their deepest fears, hopes for the future, evaluation of past mistakes. (I'm kidding, they post unreasonably banal sentences about potentially interesting things. Apart from Fry, who always finds time to say something awesome, such as: "Watching proboscis monkeys feed. My dear, the noise...".

It seems like even all my books I have recently read seem to be about peoples journals, (yes I'm a big reader, but don't hold that against me) Cynthia Lennon, I'm with the band, So when do you realise that your life is so important that you have to write it down, is it when you are in your 60s and you get asked to recall your life, you thank god that you wrote down all those Witty antidotes, and you get to brag about how amazing you life was, how you were very naive but you loved every second. It seems to write a good diary you need to be married to a rock star or become a Groupie and have it off with a rock star then write about how bad they were, and how you ran away from your strict 1950s upbringing and become a flower child. Both these options sound very appealing to me, and I do sometimes wish I was Cynthia Lennon or Pamela Des Barres, but come on my life is not nearly going to be as eventful as theirs. If I kept a diary it would probably read :

"Went to school, I am suffering from growing pains (ouch) stayed after school,
FUN !! "

and even that would be riddled with spelling mistakes (thank god for spellcheck) and it would surrounded by drawings of anchors and birds and the odd scribbled poem, I admire my brother and that he can by a pad of paper and fill it with rubbish, when all I can muster is my name written over twenty times, but it is in my best handwriting.

So when I decide to get a life I am going to go out and buy a leather bound journal, and in years to come it shall be full of brilliant tales, postcards and photos. Well one can dream x

“I like The Beatles, and You like The Stones. But those are just records that our parents owned.”

2009-03-23T18:00:00.007Z

Dear Luella Bartley,

How do you know what I want to wear a whole season before I do ...
x

The Challenge Part 1

2009-03-18T17:44:00.011Z

Today I was set the task of writing about certain items;

1)Prom dates and when you should realise that they don't want to go with you

2)Prison and that I will be sent there for stealing a little Chinese girl

3)And finally someone should do a remix of "Single ladies" and call it "Single ladles"

As you can tell it's been strange day.

Yes I'm going to talk about prom again, sorry, and the subject ... dates. Now I don't know why I was given this subject, as I would be the last person to talk about dates "rendezvous" to, It seems that whenever I get into an awkward situation I suddenly develop tourettes, coming out with embarrassing and inappropriate antidotes, like a granny who has had to many whiskey's I should be placed in the corner and given a glass of water and left to sober up.

Having recently celebrated a friends birthday we went to see the motion picture "He's just not that into you" a film that felt like it was made to make women paranoid, but apparently according to the synopsis it deals with "the challenges of reading or misreading human behavior" thus leading to "Prom dates and when you should realise that they don't want to go with you". Obviously knowing nothing on this subject, I googled it and the first thing I found was: "What To Do If Your Prom Date Isn't Great" this title made me giggle so I will post their advise.

Just Smile:
So you didn't land your dream date? Tough luck. Even if you
ended up with the token class geek, never let your prom date know that he or she
wasn't your first choice. You're stuck with each other for one short evening, so
plaster on a genuine smile and play nice.
Keep Those Lips Sealed:
Avoid whispering to your best friend that your prom date is "so boring, you'd rather
be at home watching Grey's Anatomy reruns." In fact, it would be a good idea to
refrain from trash-talking your date until after prom. Or, better yet, never.
Dance, Dance:
There is no unwritten rule in the "Book of Prom"
requiring you to stick by your date's side throughout the night. Don't feel
guilty about letting loose on the dance floor with your friends, but save one
slow song for your prom date as a kind "thanks" for putting up with
you.
Friendly Reminder:
If your prom date is lovestruck - but the
feelings aren't mutual - make it clear that though you're grateful for the prom
date, your relationship is strictly platonic. Do not follow this friendly
reminder by making out with your off-again, on-again sweetheart on the dance
floor. No kissy face allowed until you and your date part ways.- prom.about.com

Yes that is John Lennon using an oscilloscope, obviously

Til tomorrow x

2009-03-17T16:58:00.003Z

"When you're drowning, you don't say 'I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,' you just scream"
John Lennon

Prom/Ball/Gala/Dance I like the sound of Promenade

2009-03-15T18:38:00.000Z

If you walk around school next week and mention the word "prom" to any group of year 11 girls, you will be greeted by high pitched squeals, arms being flung around each other, jumping up and down as they congratulate each other on their resent purchases. Yes it seems that this past week people, sorry I mean girls, have started to look for their outfits for the "night of the year". I am sorry if I don't sound that excited, its just the hype, the big build up, and the effort put in to finding The dress, yes at this moment in time it seems like I am the only one who yet to find the right attire. It's not that I am that picky, or snobbish (well actually I am, I will be the first one to laugh at the girl who quotes her style icon as Katie Price (above). Its just ... I'm lazy and polyester makes me feel sick, metaphorically of course, we all know that tequila makes me suffer from serious bouts nausea. If I wanted to look like Miss Price up there, all I would have to do is ask my grandfather to make a trip up to the attic, where he would bring down a suitcase filed under the "80's", I would then happily prance around like Joan Collins in dynasty (below) listening to "feed the world", just one big 80's stereo type.

I need some help, I don't even know where to start, what website to go on, whats the maximum I should spend ... all this pressure, I think I will just cover myself in glue and run into Jordan's wardrobe, what ever sticks stays x

Mammy Mammy Blue

2009-03-12T17:00:00.000Z

"With his avuncular appearance and rich baritone, African-born British pop singer Roger Whittaker seemed like a late successor to Bing Crosby when he emerged into worldwide popularity in the 1970s. Although his initial hits were self-written, he quickly turned largely to interpretive singing as he recorded prolifically. With the front line of the popular music business dominated by young performers playing pop-rock, he and his music soon encountered resistance from radio and the music press. Also, the U.S. was one of the last regions of the world to acknowledge him, and he never focused primarily on America, resulting in an underestimation of his stardom stateside, where he was thought of as a one-hit wonder for “The Last Farewell." But he maintained a large following in Europe and the Far East where he performed frequently, resulting in sales that were estimated at 40 million albums worldwide by the early 1990s."- rogerwhittaker.net

One day while getting ready for school I turned on my television and watched GMTV, a daily occurrence, I was busying my self; brushing hair, eating breakfast, doing homework which should have been done 2 days before. When an amazing sound came booming out of the T.Vs speakers, it was an advert for "the best of Roy Whittaker". I have had many of an old man crush before; Ian Smith aka Harold Bishop, Roy Walker. But this man singing the infamous line "OH MAMMY MAMMY BLUE !" which made me burst out into an embarrassing fit of laughter, and as soon as the advert appeared it was gone. I carried on with the rest of my day until one English lesson I was at the computer, and out loud I started humming the tune to this legendary song, filling in between the odd hum was me doing my best Whittaker impression of "Mammy Blue". And so the craze/phase was born, we stopped our "Inspector Calls" coursework, who cared about that bloody inspector anyways, I jumped on wikipedia and read about this strange man that I'd never heard of before this morning.

Roger Whittaker your trademark might be your whistling ability, but "Mammy Mammy Blue" is a tune and a half x

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4rYR82XxKBI

My Terrible Trim

2009-03-11T22:21:00.002Z

I was recently wondering around the web, trying to decide how to have my hair cut, plodding through the same websites like I had done six weeks previous hoping for this amazing coiffured woman to jump out the screen, begging me to have my hair cut like her, but proving to no avail I was undecided on how to have it cut, go short or grow it out, these two scenarios kept going through my mind since a week earlier when my mother told me it was time for it to be cut. I was sat in the chair and asked the dreaded question “so how do you want it” going round in my mind was the image of me with short wispy hair circa 2007, which I might add I was very fond of at the time but I was very conscious that my ears, the size of dinner plates, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, were visible to everybody I spent most of time wearing a hat as I cant bear the cold, or on the other hand let it grow out to that plain Jane length, neither long nor short. In the end I squeaked, “Do what you like!” My hair has been the source of much displeasure ever since I decided to go back on my promise never to grow it long again.

But this time I was going to be prepared, I sat down and watched “Darling” and I decided that I wanted to look like Julie Christie, all pouting lips and I want cute little bows in my hair, I want to grow my hair longer, have a heavy fringe and slide my hair into a little beehive. This look I will call a Beatles Girlfriend, (yes around this time I had accidentally watched “A hard days night” and my obsession began with the fab four. The 60s was the decade for me, all the leather, minis, and eyeliner combined with free love and dirty rockers? I'm not sure any decade will ever be as iconic) so I sat down on my computer searching for the perfect picture of Julie Christie, and so perched at my PC my head flipped through these pointless events that lead to my perfect hairdo and the next question …
To dye or not to dye. x

25 Things I Hate

2009-03-11T21:30:00.001Z

Surely it's a rather cringey and self-indulgent way for people to pass the time, sharing 'fascinating' truths about themselves which would otherwise have gone unnoticed by all their friends. Who the hell cares if you make great soup or were born in Tahiti? It's indicative of how self-centred we have all become these days. And yet, and yet... the more people took part in it, and the more of their lists I read, the more absorbed I became.
And so, like a mindless sheep following the social networking herd, I thought I'd allow you too,a sneak peek into the embarrassing inner workings (or rather, the mindless ramblings) of my brain (I think that this is a good way to pop my blogging cherry), by telling you about all the things I hate. I think there 25 facts that everybody needs to know.

1. I hate that at the moment U2 are everywhere, Bono's a scary man

2. I hate that I cant afford anything Luella

3. I hate that I can only ever manage to consume an inch of coffee.

4. I hate that I know most lof the lyrics to Ricky Martins, Living la vida loca off by heart, but very few by The Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff, even though I look it upon YouTube daily to practise, so that I can wow people at karaoke.

5. I hate that I get nervous about using phones

6. I hate that Janet Jackson lied, because the best things in life aren't free. Just look at Chanel.

7. I hate that I'm rushing this list so I can go and eat some cake.

8. I hate that I am forever buying stationery and yet never have anything to write on, or with.

9. I hate that I just had to look up how to spell "stationery" without it meaning I'm standing still, especially because I was right the first time.

10. I hate that I'm worried you'll think this note is incredibly childish.

11. I hate people who mix up "their" and "there" and "too" and "to" in text messages.

12. I hate that I love twiglets and hate marmite

13. I hate bright colours.

14. I hate not having a head for hats.

15. I hate that I hate people who wear fur even though I am happy to wear leather.

16. I hate that by this point the word "hate" has become less powerful, because I really mean it. When I say I hate Jane Norman.

17. I hate that I can't balance a cat on my shoulder while riding a bike.

18. I hate that I still can't speak fluent French, or any French which is actually useful.

19. I hate that all anybody talks about at the moment is Slumdog Millionaire or the credit crunch.

20. I hate that I'm struggling to think of five more.

21. I hate that I am not old enough to Drink/Drive. Not at the same time of course.

22. I hate being cold but I always, always am.

23. I hate Baby Ballroom.

24. I hate that hairdressers always lie about how much they'll take off.

25. I hate that whenever I eat Bread I have hiccups

Props For Bella

NEW BLOG

I WANT TO MAKE A RACKET

I NEED To See Them Live !

So Excited For Seeing R+J at Stratford

Hedi Slimane Is Love

Saddle Shoes

IM GOING TO ROME!!

2010!

Woah ..

Yet more ramblings about Christmas ...

15 Days !

Alison

I Love Marc Johns

Floral Headdress

Rebel Without A Cause

J'adore

A flowchart

*Evil Laugh, Followed by Lightening*

I need to get to a photo booth

Who would you rather race a Rhino or a Lion ?

Marianne Faithfull

10/10

He's a real nowhere man,Sitting in his Nowhere Land, Making all his nowhere plans for nobody

BAD/RAD

"You look more like George Harrison than I do"

Because Im dressed like Robbie Turner

Clocks are cool

1 Being Bad and 10 Being Rad

Is It True You're Going To Run Away

Can I Have a Leopard Print Jacket Please

I Like the Like

Lets run away to the fair

It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog

Lou in stripes

Alexander Wang Frankie Creepers

Polaroids

Wants/Inspirations

The death of film

PURPLE RAIN

Emma Watson is my new girl crush

My New Topshop Lusts

I love black and white photos

Tennis!

Biker Chic

Matchy Matchy

Whimsy

The Legends Return

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour

LOVE

Must stop Looking at pictures of Jean Shrimpton and Terence Stamp

Ode To Exams

Over/Under Rated This Week

The one in which I decide my look

Prepare for the Beauty

Over/Under Rated

A Day In The Life

He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge

Dear Kitty

“I like The Beatles, and You like The Stones. But those are just records that our parents owned.”

The Challenge Part 1

Prom/Ball/Gala/Dance I like the sound of Promenade

Mammy Mammy Blue

My Terrible Trim

25 Things I Hate

Evil Laugh, Followed by Lightening