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My Cancer treatment

I have completely fallen in love with this dress from UO. Because, yes, i do need more nautical themed clothing!

I knew it was a bad idea popping in there for a mooch yesterday. Honestly. What did I think would happen? That I wouldn’t see something I totally couldn’t afford, and just have to have it.

Luckily, there is a 20% off evening tonight, with wine and beer and snacks and dj’s, for what they claim is their first birthday {although I think they are lying, but if it gets me 20% off my dress quite frankly, I don’t care when their birthday was}

Yay for cheap shopping in stores I really shouldn’t be in! And being plied with beer to do it.


Times are a changing

Sometimes it takes something a friend says to make you realise that everything has actually changed.
On Saturday night I got a call from a relationship traumatised friend wondering what she should do if the relationship with her man, which has been rocky of late, did finally come to an end. I have no idea what to say to her given my past relationship blunders, other than to reassure her we can go out loads 
As awful as it is knowing your friend is in this place in her life, it did make me realise that everything in my life has changed. I am no longer living with the rents in a cultural void, but 3 lovely girls in Leeds, I have a job that I am actually enjoying, so far, and a boyfriend who, if we overlook his desire to make me pop by cooking an entire cookbook for one meal, is pretty great. A selfish thought I know. But one that I maybe needed to have.
It’s a far cry from my situation 8-9 months ago when I was mourning the breakup with the ex, who had, for the previous 7½ years been my life, {but still hadn’t managed to break out of the routine of sleeping with} living at home with the parents in the previously mentioned cultural void, and sleeping on friends sofa’s and floors when in need of a night out in Sheffield or Leeds. Things weren’t going too well. I was broke, lonely and a bit pissed off with things really.
I never really noticed the moment it changed, but you know what I’m actually pretty happy, still skint, but no-where near as lonely and not so much pissed off as pissed on various alcohols. And the thing that really surprised me is, even though I know my car now would be reliable enough to do it, I haven’t had the urge to jump in my car and run away in a long time*.

*don’t worry, I won’t be like this for long, I am sure! There must be some sort of crisis around the corner. 

A lunch time stalk

This week the Girls Aloud were staying in the plush '42 The Calls' hotel just round the corner from the office. 

Oooooh, the excitement. It got too much for us this and half all the office spent our lunch break sat outside the hotel ‘eating lunch in the sun’ and stalking the GA.

What started last Wednesday as a couple of pap’s lurking about, turned into a small mob, flanked by police all clamouring for a glimpse of one of the girls by friday noon. 

I’m not really the biggest fan to be honest, but you know, I’m not one to go against the mob, and there are worse ways to spend your lunch hour – I mean I could have been working, but as it happened, I spent it with the entire of my office and the inhabitants of the offices around me, some paparazzi, a few scallies and a lot of star struck people. The funniest moment has to be the young man who almost wet himself when Cheryl signed his little book. Check him out in the blue shirt lurking in the background of my shots!

It was however the only day this century I forgot my camera and just had my phone on me, so forgive the crappy shots, but this is what I got from my lunch time stalk.


I came across this painted on the side of a store in Leeds this morning on my walk through town.

Immediately i knew which friends to text the image to.


Oh, Yeah!

Yup yup, its a bank holiday, so guess what - its going to rain all weekend!
Woop woop.
Looks like i'll be sitting in the pub all weekend.

I did actually want to get out and take some pictures this weekend, but my plans have been thwarted! Shame.
Maybe i'll find something of some interest to shoot in the pub? Watch this space!

So this year, whilst having some sort of mental midlife breakdown sarah convinces me we should go to the races. And not just any races. The Grand National. All i knew about the Grand National, and horse racing as a whole could've fitted on the scrap of paper my sweep stake horse from work came on. 

But she lured me with the promise of a grand stand, some champers and food, the fact she said she'd buy the ticket as a very belated birthday gift through her boyfriends work didn't detract either.

So there i am expecting glitz and glamour, posh frocks and Verve Cliquot all the way - but in reality what i get are cans of fosters, perving old men and people in hawaiian shirts! Seriously, i am not kidding. The girl at Ryans office screwed up the booking, so instead of the uber posh bit we get the 'oh, really, you've come in your trackies, of course you can come to ascot sir' area, complete with burgers vans and drunken teenagers. So, there i am, almost in heels, with a posh{ish} dress on and there are people in tracksuits. And they are the people on our trip...... If i knew i could have gotten away with casual it would've been jeans and cons all the way!

But besides being forced to mingle with the general, tracksuit wearing, public for over 12hrs, having to sit on a coach filled mostly with drunken, loud and underdressed girls {which at 9am is not something i want to experience any time soon again!} and losing all of £15 on bets {proof, betting on names you like, not form, isn't a winning formula}, i actually had fun! 

I think the fun having may have had something to do with the vast quantities of contraband vodka smuggled in in hipflasks, but the general amusment that can be had whilst laughing at the general public mentioned previously, and the excitement of the 40 seconds of horse racing i witnessed as the National galoped past me might have had something to do with it too. 

Next time however i will be demanding that grand stand i was promised. Unless i can go in my trainers too?

Slightly blurry {excuse the camera phone picture} but the Benicassim tickets have arrived! Oasis. KOL. Paul Weller. The Killers. All in one weekend
Woooooooooooooooooooooooop yay jump for joy happy.
Expect to hear much more about this in the coming months. 
Now - only 3 months to get into shape. 
Back to the yoga and healthy eating for me! Any tips on how to drop a stone in 3 months? 



Through the magic that is twitter i have been introduced to Unhub.
Its like a central point for all your web pages.
And yes, i know there are loads of pages out there that do the same thing, but unhub seems super clear and easy to use. and it saves me having tonnes of bookmarks!
Geeky. But ace!