Pillow Talk 

Unless they are down, get out. 

That goes for your duvets too. 

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Where they go I follow

My guilty pleasure is undoubtedly Instagram at the moment. So here are some of my all time favourite accounts to stalk/follow/admire:

– frost_french. Co-created by Sadie Frost this is an accumulation of suggestive yet quirky photos.

– pandorasykes. A super chic stylist who is model beautiful. Great inspiration for the latest take on trends.

– lookdepernille. Another trendy stylist hailing from Copenhagen. She’s not bad on the eyes either. Everyone needs a scandie fix nowadays and she’s mine.

– bat_gio. This woman is amazing. An absolute must!

– paul_smith. This o-so-trendy man posts a random assortment of style inspiration combined with witty captions. Quintessential British.

– BRITISHVOGUE. Dur.

– goodlifeeatery. Lots of yummy healthy food with the odd motivational/sarcy post.

– Derek Blasberg. Who doesn’t this man know?

– Candice Swanepoel. Already mentioned once on my page, this woman must have been created in a lab because her body is unreal ūüôĆ.

– any of the kardashians.

– blakelively. She’s hilarious and surprisingly relatable.

Just do it 

Shia LeBoeuf once said:

Don’t let your dreams be dreams. Yesterday you said tomorrow. So just do it. 

Hunter S. Thompson said:

If you end up doing something you’re unhappy with, convince yourself you had to and you won’t be alone.

The second one I have to say really gets me. The fact that if you don’t actually do what you want, take risks, dare to be different – you’ll resign yourself to an excuse cultivated by the very society you once challenged. And you’ll know it. 

I suppose it’s easy saying these big sweeping statement, but what if you don’t know what it is you’re trying to do? Hunter would reply it’s not about a dream job or a goal it’s about you. Being happy in you. And what that is completely depends on your perspective. 

My dad said to me before he died:

There’s so many opportunities for someone like you – just do it

I now think, with the help of Hunter and Shia, what he really meant was just do what makes you happy. The opportunities for doing that are endless. 

Choo chew 

Types of people you encounter on trains:

1) Middle aged men off to the football/rugby getting smashed at 9am with a plastic bag of tinnies and a lot of bad chat. No thanks Barry I do not want to watch Rita Sue and Bob 2 or talk about the sausage scenes. Ew. 

2) Women on hen dos. Crack out the rose gals cause it’s gonna be a loud ride. Particularly grating when they have thick welsh accents as you can’t even hear their sordid plans. 

3) Forlorn students. Perhaps it wasn’t a great idea to see your grandparents on a come down? 

4) Old couples with The Times crosswords with a nice back-and-forth over the EU. Please do us all a favour and brexit the carriage.

5) Buisnessmen with out of date laptops. What is it about their 90s style technology and diplomatic phone calls. Your phone was always going to cut out, you knew this. Therefore why did you make the call or even receive it. Baffling.

6) The nutter. With a voice that sounds like they swallowed some custard that just won’t go down – the in depth story of how they met their second husband on world of war craft commences. 

Death becomes her

Grief is overwhelming. As remarked by every well know writer pretty much in the history of the world. It is actually also a feeling that I find, is relatively easy to explain but incredibly hard to understand. Reading (as I tend to do a lot) always relates back to death in whatever novel/paper/poem I decide to look at. So here are a few books for you, if you like me find solace in literature, to lose yourself in. This is in no endorsement that they make you feel better (whatever that means) but to feel normal/less like you are losing your mind.

  1. H is for Hawk – simply amazing and a cornucopia of themes that merge seamlessly.
  2. How to be both –¬†strong female¬†characters and beautifully written.
  3. Wuthering Heights – who doesn’t enjoy this dark and twisted fantasy.

Relation-shit

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a couple spending increasing amounts of time together is doomed. All hale the obsessive compulsion to leave early from nights out, not even attend the night at all and generally be totally absorbed in your boyfriend/girlfriend.
Clinging on means you don’t have to acknowledge the fact (publicly at least) that your relationship is failing. Well let me just tell you we all know. We know your boyfriend is a total perve. We know your girlfriend is too good for you. Don’t pretend that we don’t know that you know. We do.
In the end you are just waiting for one of you to end it. To finally push the other one so far away from reality (and social life) that they have to come clean first.
Sure you’re scared… but what’s scarier than the amount of time you wasted with someone you didn’t really want.