Much Ado About My Birthday

For once, I wasn't travelling to London this weekend with my stomach in nervous knots.

I got two tickets to see the RSC's Much Ado About Nothing for Christmas, and luckily the date coincided perfectly with my birthday weekend. Look at that for timing *smirk emoji*

London was beautiful as ever, even covered in frost and freezing everyones tits off; she was all blue skies and proud old buildings, the Saturday shoppers making the most of the dry weather and the warm welcome of a café.

La La Land: What is success?

Spontaneous trips to the cinema are my thing. My other half and I have cinema memberships, which allow us to go and see an unlimited number of films for "free" (it's free when we see them, but it does cost us a £20 membership fee, mind). So cinema trips and I are quite a couple; we're romantic, we're nostalgic, we treat each other right. I treasure trips to the big screen, watching my favourite actors and being inspired.


Last night I went to see La La Land. It tells the tale of two aspiring, down on their luck artists in LA. It has every cliché in the book, but God do I love a cliché.

Review: The Orphan's Tales

"Secreted away in a garden, a lonely girl spins stories to warm a curious prince: peculiar feats and unspeakable fates that loop through each other and back again to meet in the tapestry of her voice. Inked on her eyelids, each twisting, tattooed tale is a piece in the puzzle of the girl's own hidden history." - Goodreads

The Orphan's Tales is a singular story, with a narrative style unlike anything I've ever read. The writing was so spellbinding that I had to shut my eyes the moment I finished the book, to hold in my mind Catherynne Valente's beautiful prose and the captivating world she'd built, as if opening my eyes would mean letting the words escape.

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So No One Told You Life Was Gonna Be This Way

*cue clapping*


Things I did not expect to still be happening in 2017:

• my ever-lasting gap "year". I say year like that because, truthfully, I've been on an unintentional gap year for about four years, because -- this leads me to my next point --
• I'm not at drama school yet. Ah, yes. Drama school. Many moons ago, when I was at the ripe old age of 18 - optimistic, filled with ambition and all the naïve confidence of an A* A-level Drama and Theatre　Studies student -- I first applied for　drama school. And then I was rejected. Fast forward three years, and I'm still　applying for drama schools, and plot twist! I'm still being rejected. Was it Catherine Tate who had four attempts at getting into Central? I don't know, but that urban legend is the only thing keeping me going at the minute.
• McDonalds still doesn't deliver. I'm not the first to say it, I certainly won't be the last, but damn what is the deal there?