Friday Inspiration

1. I'm back! It's a Christmas miracle! I'm finally at home after ages and ages - well, until next week...

2. Next week, I'm off to do an internship at a 'large television company'. I was reading Tatler magazine (!) when I was away and they said don't blog about your placements as you will be sacked and I really don't fancy being sacked as, let's face it, I would quite like to be employed by them one day...

3. Perhaps the best thing about interning is... the outfits! I adore shopping for new smart-ish clothing in an attempt to 'fit in'. Sadly, I have no desire to crack out an 'office' look, oh no, so I'm going for some mad sort of 80s blazers, polka dots, pearls and ruffles. Sod the 'no blogging' rule, I'm going to get sacked for looking like an inappropriate lunatic!

4. I went to an ah-mazing party l'autre jour. It was an Alice in Wonderland theme (which I suppose is being done a lot these days, but still pretty fabulous - I do ♥ Alice in Wonderland - more on that at a later date) and I wore a sort of Alice-esque polka dot dress with a headband (you don't say) and what I consider to be a 'whimsical' bird shaped bag (others will say 'weird'). I will dig out some pictures that I consider suitable for public view (not many!) and put them up soonity soon...

5. Today is going to be so boring. I have to sort out all of my university stuff I've brought down. An entire corner of my room is chock-a-block with clothes and general rubbish. I suppose I will be pleased when it's all done but at the moment, it's a tragedy!

Ta ta for now!

♥ Saskatoon

Behind the Times (In both senses)

This song is totally floating my boat at this very moment in time - and, yes, I know that it's probably been out for absolutely yonks but I heard it on Newsnight yesterday and now I love it. And yes I know that when one's music tastes are dictated by a highbrow news show, one's chances of ever gaining any 'street cred' whatsoever are instantly down the train, I don't care. I love Newsnight and I would, quite literally, kill to work there one day (well, perhaps not quite...) I wasn't familiar with the Yeah Yeah Yeahs before yesterday evening (I saw Karen O at Fashion Week once, but that's it!) but I think it's pretty edgy, pretty Alice in Wonderland-y (as in the lyric 'off with your head' etc), pretty fabulous.


On a sort of Newsnight-y note, I am so into this election campaign and would write something terribly deep about it but a) no one cares and b) I am, despite my passion for the topic, fairly ignorant about it, unfortunately so, instead, I'm writing about the wives' outfits because I am that shallow.

Despite my absolute hatred of anything whatsoever to do with David Cameron, I must admit that 'SamCam's' first day of campaigning outfit was far superior to that of Sarah Brown (despite her inclusion of stripes aka my sartorial passion) - stylish, classic and everything a wannabe-first lady should wear. But - please God - she stays just that - a wannabe. Vote Gordy!





Day 2 of the campaign outfits...

Okay, so rather than actually getting any work done (and, therefore jeapordising my chances of getting a degree - oh well), I have decided once again to 'review' the party leader's wives election campaign outfits...




Sarah Brown's look was far better than the previous day... and far better than SamCam's, far more put together although the cardigan is a bit of a dodgy colour...

... But still far superior to SamCam's which, although in my absolute favourite colour palette, is ill fitting and kind of Aladdin like, I think...

... But is still a LOT better than Nick Clegg's wife's sartorial monstrosity which is, quite simply, disastrous!

Tragic News for all Concerned

I found out today that I have an exam on my birthday this year. And not just any exam either, it's Italian AKA the worst exam I'll ever have to take as I am officially useless at Italian despite my efforts... And that's not the worst part - no! The birthday in question will be none other than my 21st. Fantastic. Oh yes, and I neglected to mention the exam will be at 9 o'clock in. the. morning. I am the biggest night owl of all time so this just adds to the horror of the already dreadful situation. I hadn't really envisioned spending the last birthday of my youth in a smelly exam hall, attempting to understand some gibberish rather than having a fabulous time with my family and friends back home in the shire (of Kent) but no. Not this year.

Although I've always been very pleased with the positioning of my birthday (which is on the 22nd June if you're interested, feel free to send cards & presents!) as it's usually sunny and smack bang in the middle of the year (which is fabulous in that it's half way to Christmas on my birthday and half way to my birthday at Christmas. Perfect!), it's not the first time this utterly tragic situation has occurred. No, I had a physics (physics!) exam on my 16th birthday and despite the fact that physics is quite literally the worst subject known to man (or just to me, depending on your opinion), it wasn't entirely disastrous as I got taken to the Ritz for tea afterwards to make up for the horror of my morning exam.

However, this year will be different. I am at university at Warwick which is not so much in Warwick (which would natch be fairly acceptable) but far closer to the 'joys' of Coventry. And there is no Ritz in Coventry. Perhaps a Ritz hostel but definitely no Ritz hotel.

The truth of the situation isn't quite sinking in yet although I have been telling off my Mother for having me prematurely and not at a 'sensible time' - ie. two weeks later in July, when I was due and when exam season will be well and truly over.

Oh well, it's not (entirely) the end of the world. I still fully intend to dress myself up to the nines (less so for the exam hall), do an Alice in Wonderland-style 'unbirthday' at a time more convenient to those bloody scheister (sorry) examiners at the university and perhaps even write on the exam script -


'Dear Mr. Examiner,

Please try not to be too much of a scheister and fail me too badly - it's my birthday today!

Thanks dear'


What fabulous birthday plans!

Wish List

(Or I wish I wasn't a poverty stricken student...)

I've Just Realised...

... What an utterly weird blog this is turning out to be. My last four posts have been about tea, a (tremendous) fashion designer, the Tory party and Jean Paul Sartre. That is totally bizarre in anyone's book but bizareness can be good, and long may it continue in my strange, convoluted mind!