Day 1: Arriving When we first booked the flight, Jack and I both laughed at the thought of getting up at 4 in the morning to catch the flight. We were wrong. It was quite painful having to muster the courage to open my eyes. Jack was fine, saying he loved getting up so early … Continue reading France 1, 2, 3
Today I went to the beautiful Kenilworth Castle, which is just near Warwick. I've been hankering to go for ages, as the romance story behind it with Elizabeth the 1st has always enchanted me. Today the castle deviated away from this element, and held a medieval day. This was interesting as whilst that element was … Continue reading Kenilworth Castle
I'm sitting in the railway station. Got a ticket to my destination. On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand. And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and one-man band. Homeward bound. This song rang through my mind as I headed on a train, home. I'll be home for … Continue reading Homeward bound
Yesterday I was approached in the street by two guys. I have been unsure how to react to them really. Tossing up the situations. As I've touched on before, I do worry about the way men treat women still nowadays. But I'm also pretty open to talking, which I have to be as an aspiring … Continue reading Approaching apprehension
Photo credit: Patrycja Boryka In Nottingham, all roads lead to Rome. I suppose you can say that about all places, but for me I have really discovered this here. I come from a small parish village, where the next available city is arguably equally as tiny. This revelation of coming to a big city with … Continue reading On the move…
When I was in Year 6 we had to do a very cheesy assembly, with god-awful songs and even worse acting. I can't remember most of it (although I was Mary in the Nativity within the play, so I got my dream role eventually). But there was a line in one of the songs that … Continue reading Growing up isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be
My anxiety is something I don’t talk about massively. I have become more open about it now I know there’s an actual term to explain the irrational feelings I get. But I do still struggle, and it leaves a lump in my throat whenever I explain it. I can’t exactly remember when it started. I … Continue reading A fear of not being good enough
It was 8.30am. I was almost at work but still seriously thinking of throwing a sickie. Then everything changed as I turned the corner. A dishevelled man was singing It Must Be Love by Madness. He wasn’t playing a guitar, nor did he have a bucket in front of him. Instead he was walking down … Continue reading The Lost Art of Being Happy
The other day, I hung out with one of my best friends from home. He complained afterwards that I was on my phone too much, and of course with me being quite defensive, we had an argument about it. It's not very often I back down when I believe I'm right. This time though? I … Continue reading Phones aren’t another limb.
I'm writing this blog post because I have to. Over the past couple of weeks, I have had a couple of things happen to me that I need to tell the world about. And surprise surprise, it's all about men being misogynistic. I apologise if this is a little ranty. But there are certain things … Continue reading Misogyny.