Yearly Archives: 2011

fashion

you must not know ’bout me, you must not know ’bout me

OOPS. Those of you who follow me on twitter will know that I found myself in Russell & Bromley today. It was entirely intentional accidental. No but really, I’ve been dreaming about these for months. I’ve actually been looking for a vintage pair, but they never seem to pop up in my size. So I treated myself to the real (new) thing. Slightly extravagant, perhaps, but in my mind they’ll be with me forever. So, if you think about it like that, great value for money really. And divine, which helps.

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life

space travels in my blood, there ain’t nothing i can do about it

Today consists mostly of homemade strawberry and apple smoothies – my new obsession, don’tcha know. I panic sometimes about not eating enough fruit (I panic sometimes about a lot of things), so smoothies are the current solution. I’ve got major amounts of reading to catch up on: both Saturday and Sunday’s newspapers, plus the as yet unopened copies of Vogue and Harper’s beside my bed. That doesn’t look like it’s going to happen today though as I’m also right in the middle of an application form, which will no doubt turn out to be fruitless (me, cynical? Never.) I’ve also got to work later, so hopefully I’ll read something when I eventually fall into bed. Rediscovering The Only Ones – Another Girl, Another Planet, has added some much need joy to my day though. I was once infatuated with this song but it seemed to slip off the radar somewhere along the line and I haven’t listened to it for years – you’ll be pleased to know it’s still as good as the first time I heard it. Just to further complicate my day, I keep googling potential new haircuts (I’m just flirting with the idea) and Chantal Goya is the only one who seems to have it just right. We’ll see about that though. Cor, this is a long old paragraph. Smoothies and reading and applications and work and songs and haircuts. Whatever next, eh?

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life, music

oh, is this the way they say the future’s meant to feel?

No prizes for guessing where I’ve been. I worked like a nutter in the week leading up to Glastonbury (my pay-packet handily landed smack bang in the middle of the farm). And then we went to Glastonbury. And then we came back on Monday. And then I’ve been recovering. And now I feel ready to talk. Of course it was wonderful, if a little hard work on the mud/sun front. Lots of pictures to come. And talk of breaking through a fence to see Jarvis. Finding hidden treasures in the Bimble Inn. Falling flat on my face on my way in. Popping to Cuba (ok, Cubana) for cheeky mojito sugar-fixes. And eating an obscene amount of pies. You know, just the usual.

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life

please clap your hands and stamp your feet

Our Glastonbury tickets have just arrived. On a Sunday! It’s a very peculiar process, but exciting nonetheless. This time in ten days we’ll be cooped up on a coach, sitting in dreaded motorway traffic somewhere or other, itching to set our feet on the farm of our dreams and get an eight-point-three-per-cent strawberry cider in our paws. We simply cannot wait. Obviously, it’s all about Kitty, Daisy and Lewis for me.

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doodlings

don’t come round here expecting votes, see who charts the course on a sinking boat

Have concluded that I must tweet less if I am to blog more. So many of my ideas are frittered away in throwaway tweets when they could be better spent on here. I mean, you’d love to hear more about my hangovers and the like, wouldn’t you? And my penchant for chips, my weather reports, my mooching, my obsession with Made In Chelsea (yes, you may roll your eyes at this point), and, of course, the fact that I saw Paul Scholes on a big red bus yesterday and then heard the news that he has retired today (unrelated, obviously, but of great interest nonetheless). I’m sure you would.

I’ve got an afternoon off today. Lovely. Am going to drink iced coffee, eat fruit, watch catch-up telly, read all those papers/magazines which are stacked up beside my bed so far un-read and make Glastonbury-lists. Yes, you heard – GLASTONBURY LISTS. Eeeeeeeep! I’m doing unbelievably well in not hyping it up (probably because I want to lose about a hundred pounds before it and I actually wish I had more than three weeks in which to do so). Lists I will make, pounds I will probably not lose. BLAH.

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doodlings

and on it i will pile all the flowers of the mountain

I had a spam comment yesterday which enthusiastically stated: “this blog is extremely cool! how can i make one like this!” Yes, double exclamation. I wasn’t fooled for a second.

So, how does one make a blog like this? These days, I’m not quite sure. Metaphorically speaking, I’m uninspired. Physically speaking, I’m having a ‘mare. My primary concern is the fact that the font on the blog is showing up differently on my laptop to how it is on the computer. The laptop is showing how it should/always has looked whereas the computer is doing something horrible to it. The boy has fiddled with the firefox settings to bring it back to nearly-normal, but it’s still not right. So, I’m a little (translation: a lot) concerned that you are all viewing the blog in this new, bogging, firefox-update format. So, if this is the case, just so you know, it’s NOT HOW I WANT IT TO LOOK and you should all fiddle with your settings so that my blog looks right again. THANKS.

That’s it, folks. Like I said, I’m a little uninspired. I finally finished that mammoth novel I was involved with (Shantaram, if you must know) and now feel like there’s a bit of a void in my life. Also, don’t you think I’m doing a grand job at not mentioning the unmentionable thing which is a feeble four weeks away? (Actually, 3 weeks and 6 days, if we want to be pedantic). Will ye go, lassie go.

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