If not entirely welcome.

Well today was quite nice. I saw the new/final Harry Potter at the cinema which was brilliant! And also met up with the dance girls for Nando's. It was nice.. But I don't know, I just feel so apart from people. They want to talk about cute waiters and other amusing stories and I just want to talk about the psyche of a serial killer and fawn over thom yorke. No. One. Knows. Ah. The walk home alone was great though. There was a complete downpour whilst I was walking down High Street and the brightest rainbow I have ever seen appeared.

Yesterday I walked around London for 12 hours in the company of a lovely German girl I met through tumblr. She was just there for a day and she wanted an 'unofficial' tour of the city. It was lovely. We admired nice shops and bought heavily in Primark (twice) and walked through some gardens and smoked a couple of spliff in Hyde Park.. Oh the satisfaction of walking past the police patrolling on their horses with a big bag of weed in your pocket. Ah, seriously though, it was really nice. It's just strange to think that I will probably never see her again in my life (unless I decide to backpack across Europe or something). Huh.

Now I'm just lying here feeling ill, watching Brett's perfect depiction of Holmes in The Sign of Four and contemplating the impossibility's of love. Goodnight.

N.B isn't it just WONDERFUL that Tom won The Apprentice!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhh, I am so happy for him!! I know it sounds really cliché but I knew from the beginning he'd win! I mean literally, as soon as Lord Sugar applauded him for his analysis in the board room after that first task I literally turned round to my Dad and Sister and screamed 'HE'S WON IT!' Yay, Tom!
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I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, but how could you possibly divorce luther?! He's the greatest man in London, and probably the world. I so want to marry him.
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He belongs in Madame Tussuads

LFW, has completely passed me by

I couldn't care less

Headache

qvest, October 08

The Brit awards are utter bull shit.

My prom dress arrived and it is shocking. In an absolutely fabulous kinda way. Ha ha, just waiting for the shoes now and they are even more flamboyant than the dress, if that is possible..

Dance you fucker dance you fucker

Loving life at the moment. I have a history exam due in for tomorrow and still so much art to do. Never mind though. It's half term next week. But even that isn't going to free up that much time. Monday is an emergency singing lesson, then Wednesday I'm in the recording studio all day then Thursday I'm in Holland-on-Sea to get my dress altered. Oh and then I want to go to London at some point. Gasp.

Oh well, Radiohead, Waterloo Road and Jacket Potatoes will make everything OK.

I could marry him.

Hum.

It's either London or revision. I literally cannot decide what one is more important. At the moment I'm thinking revision, this is only really because at this specific moment in time I'm too tired to move. However, I think a trip to London would be nice, especially after the disaster that was Lakeside last weekend. I suppose in that case I should really get moving then if I'm to be back for 6!
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Devotion, save me now.

Listening to a song with the lyric "I don’t wanna stray from the hallowed ground" is as 'Halloween' as I get.

My parents brought me up with rather traditional values and don't buy into the whole ideology of celebrating something which is so completely banal. I quite enjoy the dressing up aspect of it but I don't get what's with the trick or treating, pumpkins and watching really horrific movies.

To me, like anything, it's just an excuse to go out on the lash with some good friends.

BUT YES APART FROM THIS! I went to the Criterion Restaurant today with father of mine, sister of mine, auntie of mine and two cousins of mine. It was surprsingly lovely! You wouldn't think that out of the front door lies Piccadilly Circus, at all. It's just oh so quiet and tranquil. And the restaurant itself is so beautifully decorated. You really have to go there to see what I mean. Another upside to it was that it wasn't nearly as posh as I had first expected. I mean three courses for £30 isn't bad if you ask me.

"On the very day that I had come to this conclusion, I was standing at the Criterion Bar, when some one tapped me on the shoulder, and turning round I recognized young Stamford, who had been a dresser under me at Barts. " - Doctor Watson, A Study In Scarlet.

This made me smile so much! There's actually a plaque inside the restaurant with the names Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson enscribed onto it. Absolute highlight of the entire experience was that Doctor Watson was there once upon a time, which led to him meeting Sherlock Holmes due to a meeting he had with an old friend etc... you know what I mean if you read what I mean.

So yes. In conclusion, a rather marvellous day. The only downside is that I had to come home.

Which means I have silly school in the morning. I think I'm allowed to use the term 'FML' in this instance, right?

This is my bible come Wednesday

I'm thinking Camden (obviously, Brick Lane, Spitalfields, Petticoat Lane, UpMarket, and maybe Piccadilly.

"Ugly in every language."

I feel slightly embarrassed, awkward, humble, disappointed and every other synonym for the word humilated.

This is generally because of the fact that I only speak English.
Despite my narrow minded, but nonetheless realistic opinion that unless I go to a desolate village in Africa, the majority of civilised (by which I don't mean pompous, I just mean developed) countries will more times than not of learnt my first language: English, so why really learn another language? It looks good on a CV, and yes I suppose if I want to broaden my chance of living in Europe than it could be quite useful.

But narrowing this down....

1. At this present moment, I have no desire to work in the Fashion industry. Therefore I won't be considering the option of moving to Paris or Milan for either education and/or work related motives. So that's that hurdle out of the way.
2. 
   
   As crazy as it sounds, these girls have a point. 'I can't speak French, so I let the funky music do the talking'. Oh so true as far as I'm concerned. If ever I was in France, it would be the dancefloor that would be our language.
3. If I was going to live in another country, it would be America, furthermore 'New York, New York'.
4. But having said that, I'm more likely to live in London.
5. If I'm a musician in later life, my lyrics in my language will be doing the talking, and I'd want them to be respected for the dialect they're in and nothing more.
6. I'm stubborn, and don't see the point. Shoot me bitches.

All this being said, I'd love to go to Paris with you Ed. So for your sake, mabye one day I'll take the time out to learn the language of love for your benefit...

You know,

I'm not entirely sure what this blog is suppose to represent.

Most other people's blogs seem to have some clarity on their posts.
As in you've got a fashion blog to travel writing to food for thought to diaries to music fans and to book reviews.

Basically, my blog represents nothing, apart from myself. I try to do the whole deep and meaningful prose from time to time but more times than not I just like to make a short and sharp statement on a video or a dress I like. Is that such a bad thing? I don't know? Maybe you know? Maybe Ronnie Wood knows? Maybe Sean Lennon knows? But I tell you one person who doesn't know: Inspector Lestrade, (you totally thought I was going to be all inqusitive and say Me) he doesn't even know his way out of Scotland Yard to the local tobacconist though... let alone the principals of blogging and the topics that should or shouldn't be covered.

Anyway, I'll try to be a bit more interesting and free flowing for my own benefit, as well as anyone who is so courteous enough to read this higgledy-piggledy blog.
In the mean time though (because I ramble on & on & on):

Oh give me to a rambling man, let it always be know that I was who I am.

Ye olde London town

Great day in the City with sister of mine yesterday.
Despite the fact that I made zero purchases, it was just nice to finally get out of this hell hole.

28/06/10

Remember this anyone?

Perhaps the best gig I've ever been too.

Also 8 of the best minutes of my life.

The Dead Weather enthralled me.

Sorry I couldn't go to London today.

Next weekend, for sure :)