Saturday, 31 December 2011

Why hello, 2012.

It's New Year's Eve and I am nursing one hell of a drippy cold. I hardly slept last night due to the sheer volume of mucous my nose managed to produce. A risk of drowning became very real at various points during the night. I'm often ill for New Year, which I'm assuming is because of all the heightened excitement and excessive merriment during the Christmas period. It's worth it, as Christmas is super and New Year is crap, and it also means that I get to bypass that crushing disappointment when your New Year's Eve is not the earth shattering experience you expected. Gareth and I will be staying in, trying out a new pizza place (that delivers, obviously), and watching Bridesmaids (so long as I get the all clear from boyfriend). I will more than likely be in bed by midnight, cradling a lemsip (begrudgingly - those things are gross), covered in a pile of tissues. It's going to be a good night. Happy New Year boys and girls.

Friday, 30 December 2011

2011 - a roundup.

Blimey! It's been a year. I started this blog in January 2011, and since then life has been good, mostly, sometimes wonderful, and occasionally terrible. Coming to the end of 2011, I'm happy; I have a good life, an excellent family, some pretty stellar friends and a fit boyfriend. My OCD is better than it has ever been and I now know what I want from my life.

January got off to an abysmal start. I spent New Years Eve at home, alone, on the bathroom floor, so paralysed with fear my mind was making me faint and sick. It was not my finest hour, nor the most enjoyable, celebratory new years eve, but at least (I hope) I'll never have one quite that bad again. There were better times too. My brother turned 21, my love for Ellie Goulding got ever more powerful, and I got a new mug. I'm generally pleased January is over.

In February I found out that my boyfriend enjoys his phone's company more than he does mine.

It was Valentines day and I received a bar of dairy milk. (I should say that I was more than happy with this gift). I vowed my love for Twitter. I did my first week's work experience at Hodder and Stoughton. And my dear friend Roz was in South Africa.

March was a good month. Mainly because I went to see Ellie Goulding busking in Trafalgar square.

Jenny came into my life (still embarrassed). My dream of owning a coffee/book shop came into focus. And I first read these beautiful words.

In April I gave my two pence to the Kelvin MacKenzie debate - is a journalism degree worth doing?

And Kate and Wills tied the knot.


Gareth and I celebrated Diana Vickers day - AKA the anniversary of the day we met... at a Diana Vickers gig. Duh.

I went to the last home game of the season at AFC Bournemouth (me neither).

And then we went to Switzerland. Big month!

June is always an important month. It's my birthday month, and this year, I turned 19.

Not only that though, but it was Gareth's birthday too. He turned 26. Which was kind of scary.

In July Gareth dyed his hair blonde. Let us say no more on the topic.

I went to see Bridesmaids and it became my favourite film, not just of the year, but of ETERNITY. And I went to see Ellie again, this time at the most perfect setting of all, Somerset House. It was incredible.

In August I got my haircut. Which now looks exactly the same as the 'before' picture. (I like going months on end without a haircut, so sue me). I took my polaroid camera out for a spin.

And I got angry with the Guardian.

September witnessed my first ever published article. I also got a new camera AND a new blog design.

Gareth's flatmates moved out and we spent a tiring, but satisfying, weekend getting the flat prepped for the new ones. I did two weeks work experience with Hodder and Stoughton editorial department. Gareth and I went to see two podcasts being recorded. And I quit my job.

In October I confessed my undying love for Brighton. Autumn properly arrived and I got all excited about it.

The Steps reunion show was on Sky Living and I was innappropriately excited about it.

I decided to go to university.

Baby Mia turned one.

Oh and we went to see Charlie Simpson.

In November, Gareth took part in Movember AND got a haircut. I got to spend two days with my two favourite people.

And then Becca and I wore some babygrows.

In December, I spent the most excellent of days in Brighton with Becca, Christmas shopping and eating.

I pondered over how honest to be when writing. And we put the Christmas decorations up.

And then, of course, it was the big day. A lovely day, too. 

So that concludes 2011. 2012 will be beginning very shortly, let's hope it's a good one eh?

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Christmas 2011.

We had a lovely Christmas, thank you.

I got LOADS of ace presents, which I'm sure I'll tell you more about in good time. I took some better photos of Christmas day but Archie (who only loves me because I let him play with my camera) deleted them all in the afternoon. The scallywag. At least he's cute.

Spending Christmas with Archie and Mia was very special. Archie was so excited he frothed at the mouth at one point. Mia was, as usual, a beacon of adorableness.

We spent the day eating, drinking and playing games. All the components of a tip top Christmas.

We saw the Maxwell side on Boxing day, and went to the pantomine in the afternoon. It was outrageously cheesy, and for that reason, splendid. In the evening we ate even more food, drank even more wine, and played even more games. I learnt how to play the Maxwell-mind-game, and am now officially a proper Maxwell.

How were your Christmasses my lovely little bloggers?

Saturday, 24 December 2011

Merry Christmas.

We just finished our carol service in which Becca dressed me in lights... as you can see. I'm very excited about tomorrow.

Merry Christmas, one and all. 

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Christmas meal.

On Tuesday night all the girls (minus Ginty) got together for food and Christmas cheer. Almost all of them are at university now and so the holidays are the time when we get to see each other, all together, for some serious inane chattering. Our 'Christmas meal' consisted of pizza and Chinese. Not the most traditional, perhaps, but delicious nonetheless.

Lil brought her SLR camera along, otherwise known as: the-inanimate-object-I-would-most-like-to have-a-relationship-with. If you had noticed an increased quality in the pictures in this post, well now you know why. Once I've finished saving for 'my future and stuff', I'm totally saving every penny for one of these bad boys. I was like a kid in a candy shop. The noise the shutter made was beautiful.

We had a tip top evening. I love those ladies, almost as much as I loved that camera.

Wednesday, 21 December 2011

Books for presents.

It's Christmas, I don't know whether you were aware, but it is. It's four days until, to be exact, and I am HYPERACTIVE. Mother and I did some last minute Christmas shopping today. This included MY PRESENT - some sexy laced up ankle boots and mouldy green skinny jeans. I can hardly wait to prance around in them.

If you're wanting some last minute Christmas present ideas, possibly for that one friend you 'accidentally' forgot about (we all do it, don't even try to deny it), I reckon a good book is your best bet. Books make top notch presents. Here are some of my favourites from the past year and one I have read very recently and have yet to review, just to get your present-buying juices flowing.

1. How To Be A Woman by Caitlin Moran. Every woman, man and child (maybe not child) needs to read these words.

2. The Hand That First Held Mine by Maggie O'Farrell is simply stunning. The natural talent and ease of writing and story telling portrayed in these pages is breath taking. The perfect tricky mother-in-low present.

3. Signs of Life by Natalie Taylor. I couldn't praise it enough. It'll change your life.

this is an uncorrected proof of the book, not the final jacket cover

4. Lasting Damage by Sophie Hannah. This author is quite possibly my favourite thriller writer. And I love me a good thriller.

5. And finally Cold Tangerines by Shauna Niequist. I haven't written about this book yet because I read it recently and, well, have yet to get round to it. Shauna Niequist is an American writer; not particularly well known yet, but abundantly talented. Her debut, Cold Tangerines, is a collection of memories and stories, celebrating the extraordinary moments of everyday life. I suppose it's all the things I love about blogs, but better, more intense and beautifully written. It'll make you think about your own life; which bits you want to change and which bits you want to cherish. You'll recognise with her, the moments when you should stop and just enjoy that beautiful sunset in front of you or that first mouthful of a your favourite dinner. It's a spiritual book, the writer is a Christian and in Church work, but it's not overtly spiritual, certainly not in an irritating way. She explores the ways in which an awareness of God can change your perspective on life and relationships and the way it infuses everything together  Each chapter pretty much stands alone, and so is perfect for a little spark of inspiration; not too heavy but lavishly meaningful. I loved it. It makes life seem hopeful.

Monday, 19 December 2011


Sometimes you need to just sit in front of the fire, alone on Friday night, and watch Harry Potter. That's how we roll. On Saturday, a little shopping may be in order, even in December. The bravest among us will survive. Get yourself a red velvet sparkly party dress, and then wear it to a Christmas party that night. At this Christmas party your friend may or may not flash you; you'll just have to wait and see. You WILL dance whether you've had zero beers or twenty. On Sunday, sleep in till twelve, or until there's a roast dinner waiting for you downstairs. Eat it. Then go and watch a Christmas film at your local coffee shop and cry because it makes you so happy. (I didn't do that). (I did). Go home, eat eggs and drink tea from your new (to you) vintage memorabilia mug.

Then write it all down and pretend that you're not pretentious at all

ps. please excuse my OCD dry hands.