fowl foul

I've never been that keen on eating birds
chicken is ok, but I'd much prefer a good burger, beef is where it's at

recently I've started using really stupid expressions
Rose even thought I said 'foxy'
even typing foxy strains my fingers

I ACTUALLY said 'f'fuckssakes'
not F.O.X.Y
but there was definately some comic value

anyway, keep safe xxx

merry fuckin' christmas

1. I'm ill
2. The plumbing has fucked up,
3. and so has the electricity - which means no christmas food
and now I'm so sick that I can't even enjoy my food - AGAIN

I confess, I am indeed partly to blame. Yesterday, on Christmas Eve, I had a wonderful time at The Ram with Lozzenger, Gingerchins, and fucking Ross, who's been preoccupied with all things Slade/UCL. In more sensible terms, I got wasted with Lauren, Becky, and Rose. I had about 10 double vodkas with diet coke. And red bull. Red bull is great. We talked about Rose's family, relationships, and tingly gums. Lauren gave me a wonderful pair of tights, and only drunk red bull as she was driving. We sat with some guys (née Lower Sydenham, the boring and nice version of where I'm from). They were nice, and one of the was called Kevin. I spent his money on drink and we chose some songs on the Jukebox, one of which may have been by The Jam. I forced him to dance with me and thought I was really sexy. I got his number - WHO KNOWS


Nah, nothing will happen, but I don't mind anymore. I like being the single baby with all my friends being fun and fairly irresponsible parents who take care of me! We talked about that too. Then had a driving party in Lauren's car.

Now, whilst my parents (real ones) feast out, I watch Harry Potter. A few people may know Alex Nicholson's friend Tom Chambers, who sort of resembles tom from the leaky cauldron

But I should stop complaining. I got some good presents, including a liberty print scarf, some lovely perfumes and make up cases, and a falconry day. That's right, I'm the ultimate greeb*. I love birds of prey, and get kicks from flying them with a big leather glove.


Hear are some visual treats for you all now, some of which will be influencing how i spend my christmas £££:
Pattie boyd













Happy holidays! xxxxx


n.b - *Greeb - my family's definition differs from that of the urban dictionary - basically in our books, a greeb is a big neek, a bit like an anorak

Finally blogging again

REJOICE! I can once again access my blog thanks to discovering my old gmail account

It's the season to be jolly, so here are a few wonderful things I recommend:

"Gregory's Girl" is the most fantastic film, it's incredibly light hearted compared to the heavy duty stuff we're all becoming increasingly immune to 'these days'. However, it's still very relevant today as it presents the heartaches we have to bare from 10 to 20 when it comes to first crushes and dates

Plain verse, Gregorian chanting. BEAUTIFUL especially at this time of year ;}
I just general love medieval stuff, sadly enough

"Jonathan Creek", the magical crime series, is so good. Alan Davies is hot. A big thank you to my friend Craig for the recommendation - watch out for the xmas special





I have recently also concluded that Scottish people MUST be the funniest.
Check out Limmy on youtube, and if you have the chance to watch Frankie Boyle's new live dvd then that is also pretty amusing

I'll post something more interesting soon (I hope)


Bye bye for now!

First week back at sixthform

and it's already monotonous and dull. Except this year we have free lessons to think about doing work, and end up going home and eating cakes. And watching youtube.



Going out tonight with someone I met at Reading. I hope he doesn't take my heart shaped clutch-bag too literally. Like that music video for that dance song, where that woman carries around her MASSIVE heart, and no one wants to sit next to her on the bus.

(Stream of conciousness)

Mother Nature's Son

I find this amature short film absolutely charming, witty, and very sweet. I haven't finished watching it yet, but am desperate to share it. Tell me what you think!

What's there to lose?

I'm ridiculously impulsive, and I normally ask myself, "What is there to lose?"
The answer is almost always "Nothing". But when I think about it, there are lots of things to lose from being impulsive. Maybe I should ask, "What is there to gain?"
Moderation isn't part of my life, particularly because I get bored so easily. I can't say no to many things, especially if I am rewarded with short-term bursts of pleasure. Sex, Food, Cigarettes, Money, and Drink are all things I abuse fairly excessively, and it seems ridiculous that I cannot control the actions I take with my own hands, my own mouth, eyes, body, brain...

Admittedly, I can and do enjoy myself, but I want things to be more stable, and to be able to trust myself.

Elliott Smith

Elliott Smith was so talented and romantic and depressed. His music makes me unhappy most of the time, but in the comforting way. It's a feeling we all sort of need sometimes, just to dwell on it, think about things, and then, hopefully, eventually get over it. R.I.P Elliott, you were a musician if I ever saw one

Just Say Yes is the most up beat, and probably my favourite;


Between the Bars


Miss Misery

This weekend

is the first weekend after my 17th birthday, and the weekend before, god forbid, I officially start my last year of sixthform.

On Friday night I went out with some friends to Bedrock @ "Metro", which I imagine is usually called "The Worst Indie Club Ever". For some reason Becky and I can't get enough. We've gone so often that now we're even mates with the doorman, John. Anyway, here are a few reasons people may not like it;
.It's usually a last resort for the more dignified underage - early 20s clubber
.It is the most shamelessly indie clubnight you could find yourself in
.Everyone there is usually a) over 25, or b) is not from the UK and doesn't know any better

The above reasons are probably why I love it. It's nice to go somewhere a bit more mature, and un-deniably less pretentious. We always meet great people there, too.
This particular night was full of characters, from a lovely fair haired young man of the aforementioned type who could find nowhere else to go, too a man who took a fancy to my friend and worked in the local record store. We shall call the good looking blonde "Blondie", and the mature music lover, who looked good, though a little worse for wear, "Meth-head".

As the club drew to a close, and our other friends left, Becky and I were still wide awake and,as I recall, very drunk. We weren't going home, no matter what time our parents had advised, just because we're that fucking rock'n'roll, ok? :/
We decided to go back to Meth-head's place in Bethnal Green, which is pretty far from where we reside. I decided to drag poor Blondie with us, as you do. Travelling home the next day was hell, and Becky and I had a rather philisophical and depressing journey, although I do believe numbers were exchanged on her part, but I'm not sure how willingly.

Anyway, enough of my antics, I don't want to bore you, so here are some interesting hyper-realist art works;

Ron Mueck



Duane Hanson

I'm brand new!

This is my new blog, like it or lump it.
I'm 17, I'm from London, I have a variable life, two parents, and a cat.
Here are some great things;


One of my favourite books


One of my favourite films


Nan Goldin. A photographer I like

It would be great to own something from this range by Jeremy Scott, too


Two of many wonderful bands -





I also love making lists, kind gestures, analysing everything, making lots of noise, talking, laughing, meeting people, dancing, good food, cheap drinks, great style, having sex, "making love", drinking tea, my best friend Becky, day-dreaming about university, "Peep Show", murder stories, meeting people, and learning things from new friends and strangers

Here are some dislikes of mine:

People other people can't help liking, even if they're horrible, mushrooms, sleeping too much, travelling home after a night of mayhem, being alone for too long, being lazy, people who are cold mannered, being indecisive, always thinking I'm in love, when things are too repetitive, snobbery, and "Skins".

So if you're a big mushroom with a cold manner, don't bother : p
Otherwise, hello there!