Life Lately

The Half Term Edition:

Wait What Homework?!

You may have missed us last week (or if you didn’t please just pretend) because we were living it up on half-term which means, I at least, spent all my time avoiding doing half-term homework, sitting around doing nothing and watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians for the whole week, up to the point of Sunday evening when I realised I’d done pretty much none of the 16 pieces of work I’d been set. This led to a secret meltdown out of sight of my parents (who are still under the impression that I’m happily on top of my workload), and an emergency study session this morning during breakfast. I managed to make it to school with the three pieces of work that were set for today (shoddily) completed. How many of those do you think were checked? That’s right. None.

Torquay … T-adventures

There’s nothing better than a bit of awkward alliteration, admit it. Ah and the second one wasn’t even on purpose! I digress. Our family’s annual ‘holiday’ happened last week. I’ve noticed something about holidays as my brothers have left home and my parents have grown older, an that’s that they’re getting shorter and more dull. When we were younger, holidays involved going away for a week or more in caravan, going to beaches and on trains and eating a lot of ice-cream. This holiday consisted of three days in a Travelodge, a National Trust visit, country walks (avoiding the muddy paths of course) to beaches with no sand and a big fat no to any suggestions of trains or cliff trams or ice-cream. I’m sorry if I sound ungrateful, but frankly, none of those things are fun to me. So as a cure for this, I’m forcing Katie to come on holiday with me this summer, whether she likes it or not.


Awkward Parties

Me, my brothers and sister-in-law, traveled down to London on Saturday for a friend of our’s 40th birthday. Of course, we got there and knew nobody, so our friend’s wife introduced us to his nephew. Unfortunately, the music was so loud that my brothers and I were too far away to hear him, leaving him to chat to my sister-in-law who, also unfortunately, doesn’t actually know the birthday boy at all. Their awkward conversation about why she was actually there was then interrupted by an older, rather eccentric looking man, who immediately dropped an extremely inappropriate sex joke, then left again. Nephew guy then also left and avoided us for the rest of the night.

A New Claim To Fame

The most exciting part of that night is obviously the fact that the Captain of the Cutty Sark was there, and gave me a kiss on the cheek which I will now always refer to as my claim to fame, displacing that time that Jessica Ennis smiled at me across a room. Before you get excited though, the Captain was about 80 and told me I’d have to be 60 years older for him to whisk me away on his boat … which is kinda a good thing I guess …



Life Lessons: Keep An Eye Out For Horse Poo

Last weekend, my brother and I headed to London to visit some family friends of ours in Greenwich. After an annoyingly long train journey in the ‘quiet’ carriage (it was NOT quiet. Two strangers sitting behind us had an extremely loud two-hour conversation, where everyone in the carriage learned the girl’s entire life history. Did you know she spent a year in Ethiopia and her dad’s directed a Bollywood movie? More worryingly, she swapped Facebook details with this guy. She was 17. He was 38. Don’t do that. Sorry that was a long bracket. Maybe go and re-read the start of the sentence so the next bit makes sense.), a tube journey with two very excited Americans, a swerving bus and a short walk/run in the rain, we arrived at our friend’s house and sat gossiping over tea. They’ve just bought a new house so we were forced to run out in the rain and complete darkness to see the ‘potential’ of the house – the garden. It was dark. We saw nothing.

On the Saturday afternoon, Luke and I headed out into central London for what turned out to essentially be a really long walk. We started off with a trip to Chipotle, a Mexican fast food place that has only two shops in the UK, both of which are in London. We headed to the one on Baker Street and although Luke says that they’re not as good as the are in America, they were still pretty damn awesome.
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This guy was hilarious. We were watching the inspection of the guards and as they paraded out the last three accidentally walked straight through a massive pile of freshly laid horse poo. This poor solider had to run up and clean it off their boots. Ew. DSCN4219 DSCN4225 DSCN4234 DSCN4244 DSCN4253

Bonus points if you can spot the snail below. DSCN4259 DSCN4265 DSCN4281 DSCN4286

It wasn’t until I got home and showed my mum this picture that I realised that this originally said ‘be yourself’ and someone’s just rubbed out letters so it says ‘be our elf’. I thought they were advertising for a Christmas job … (also, by ‘I realised’ I mean ‘my mum pointed out to me’.)DSCN4296

That Door We Can Never Forget

Last night, I spent 3 hours staring at a door. This door to be exact.



Waiting for the adorable little baby to come out and show the world his little face, which of course, was worth the waiting but still. I did spend an entire evening watching a door. Though of course, the BBC keep it interesting with four different angles of the door. Just when you thought you’d got bored of staring at it straight on, you switch to watching it from a perspective slightly to the left.

And of course the commentators. I personally think they deserve some form of reward. Hours of commentating on a subject that you have 5 pieces of information on is not a job I would envy. And of course, once they stopped talking you began to realise how sad you really are, sitting watching a door. There were several times when I thought I would just get up and maybe put the dinner in the oven, but then the door would twitch slightly and I’d stop kidding myself that I was going to move.

My favourite part – barr the baby actually coming out of course – was the interview they did with a commentator who clearly hates the monarchy. What a better why to spend the waiting hours than listening to a grumpy woman go on about how this baby is ‘nothing special’ and how ‘millions of women have babies every day and they just get on with it.’ Charmer.

Eventually though, it was announced that they would come out in 5 minutes, and 15 minutes after that time had passed, they did come out onto the steps in coordinated colours. And then Prince William drove them away; my mum and I couldn’t control ourselves because it was so cute that he did that; and we all went back to our normal lives. Though I couldn’t help turning the news on this morning. You know, just in case.




Three kings in a row?!

Personally, I was hoping for a girl, but still.

In case you have no idea what I’m on about. it’s just been announced the Duchess of Cambridge has given birth to a baby boy. Meaning the next three people in line to the throne are men/baby.


It’s things like this that make me proud to be British, everyone getting so excited about one little baby.  I’m betting they’ll name it George.


Wimbledon Weirdness

ANDY MURRAY WON THE TENNIS! Now all us English people have to find something new to moan about …

Anyway, if you’ve read my post from last week about my trip to Wimbledon, you’ll know what I’m going on about. If you haven’t, I strongly suggest you do, or this isn’t going to make a lot of sense. You can catch up by clicking here.

So that post covered the nice parts of Wimbledon: the tennis; the rain and my new American best friend. But I didn’t mention the several other incidents that made the day slightly … weird.

The day actually started with an attack of the car parks. People who live near Wimbledon make the best of the situation and hire out their drives for the day to make some money out of it. But there’s two kinds of people.

The people who make a little sign and calmly stand by it, occasionally smiling or waving at a passing car. Then there’s the people who are so into it, they’ll run after your car, screaming prices at you, or just step into the road, forcing the cars to make the only turn they can, onto the overly priced drive. One poor woman was only on the way to the shops, but ended up turning into someone else’s drive.


The second strange incident happened while we were settling into our seats in Court 1 and realised just how posh the two people sitting behind us were. I’m guessing that they were Auntie and nephew from the guy’s comment that ‘Mother has gone away to the cottage for the weekend with Ellis. The dog Ellis.”  My favourite comment was when I heard them chatting about the tennis players heard the woman say “They just throw their towels on the chairs. They’re just slobs really.”

I mentioned the weird foreign guys sitting next to me in the previous post, but what I didn’t say was the fact that they were taking selfies every five seconds. Mainly because they missed their faces every time. They eventually asked my dad to take one, sat for 5 minutes, then started again. P.s. if you don’t understand this photo then you haven’t read the other post have you? Told you so.


The next two incidents were more annoying than weird. The first being that if a tennis player was walking across the grounds there’d be 3 or 4 security guys clearing a path for them. Isn’t agility one of the main talents you need to be a tennis player? Surely moving a massive crowd of people to the left is much more work than one person not walking in a completely straight line?

Secondly clappers. A lot of clapping goes on at Wimbledon, and I’m fine with that, but what Wimbledon doesn’t need it someone who randomly claps when everyone else is being quite. Seriously, shut up.


A Day At Wimbledon

Friday last week, I was lucky enough to be able to attend Wimbledon. It’s basically everything I love about my country, and it was so amazing to see it happen in real life rather than just on the TV.

Our day started wayyy to early, as we had a two hour drive down to London. As you can see, the weather wasn’t looking … well, good. It was raining. Quite a bit. It was actually forecast to rain all day, but if you’ve ever been to Wimbledon, you’ll know how expensive the tickets are, so we weren’t going to let some rain stop us.


Once we’d arrived it was still chucking it down with rain, so we sat on Henman Hill/Murray Mound and watched a few matches from the day before. Unfortunately, as the grass was so wet with rain, everyone was struggling to stop sliding down the hill so things were a bit  … uncomfortable. And awkward.


I did however make a new best friend with an American guy that came and sat next to me. The poor thing had been queuing since 6 in the morning to try to get tickets, and had eventually got a grounds pass, meaning he could wander around the grounds and smaller courts but not the big ones. I felt a bit mean telling him I’d got tickets to Court 1, but he seemed pretty happy. My dad meanwhile had to sit on his own while I ignored him for the couple of hours I was chatting with my bestie.


Eventually, the rain did stop, so we headed over to our seats in Court 1 to watch Ferrer vs. Bautistaagut



In case you’re interested, the first guy here is Bautistaagut and the second is Ferrer.



Who knew that umpires have phones installed in their chairs? He wasn’t just phoning home though, the hawk-eye broke.


This picture is amazing. My dad decided to take a nap in between points and I took a picture of him. Unfortunately, the guys sitting next to him thought I was taking a photo of them. I don’t think they pulled those faces on purpose, they were just surprised, then started asking why I’d taken pictures of them. I tried explaining, but they were foreign and I don’t think they understood what I was saying but they eventually calmed down and went back to taking selfies every 10 seconds. DSCN3073




We went and had a look at the massive posters under Center Court of the previous winners of Wimbledon. Here’s who won the year I was born, which strangely had the winners of the year my brother was born next to it, and the year our other brother was born next to that! (And no, we weren’t all born in the space of three years)





By this point of course, it had started to rain again, so the covers went over the court. Seen as it was so crowded on Henman Hill, we went back to our seats on the court anyway, and watched Murray’s match on the scoreboards.


We also took advantage of my camera’s zoom to spy on people sitting on the other side of the court. This is my personal favourite.


After a few hours, the rain stopped again and the covers were taken off. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen them do this, but it’s bloody hilarious.


We then watched the first two sets of the match between these two people – WHO LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME!






And there ended a lovely day at Wimbledon, with Murray winning over on Center, a service station dinner, and getting stuck in traffic for so long that the people on this bus just jumped off and walked.





Made in Chelsea Catch Up Time!

Series 5, Episode 12

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Its end of season pardy time! Although I’m usually not a fan of this episode, but they’ve changed the format so it’s an award show – much less room for awkwardness (the bad kind at least).

It’s a strong start with some terrible acting by Jamie and half of the male cast in tight-fitting superhero outfits…if only I was kidding.


Then we switch back to the studio with some shots of a very bored looking Millie and an appearance from Binky’s Mum – we must be in for a treat.



Spencer is the first to take to the sofa and admits he’s cheated on Lucy. Literally nobody saw this coming, it’s just as rare as Louise crying…


The awkwardness is almost unbearable with Lucy looking like she’s about to cry and having to sit next to Spencer. But being Lucy she then switches quickly back to smug looks and pouts but getting lots of cheers because, unlike Louise she is at least sticking up for herself.

Then its on to the first award (which are called The Spoons?) for ‘Most Accurate Description of Spencer Matthews’ with Jamie winning for when he likened Spenny to a pig on the weird petting zoo date thing with Phoebe. Francis is up next with a video of his ‘Trip to Ghana’ including weird close-ups of his crotch in a tent…Honestly. But looking adorable.

Onto the next Spoon and its for ‘Excellence in Discussing Sex’ – going to be a good one I feel. It goes to Binky’s Mum and then Binky reveals she gave her advice on how to give a good blowjob…Wow.

The 3rd Spoon is for ‘Outstanding Achievement in Stating the Obvious’ going to Spencer for making mistakes.

Then its sofa time again with Andy and an incredible shiny looking Louise. As expected, Andy has forgiven Louise. What a plot twist eh? Lucy says she doesn’t think Louise is telling the truth – I doubt even Andy thought she was to be honest especially after all the weird fingernail eating.



Spoon time again with this one being ‘Scene Stealing by An Inanimate Object’ going to Francis’ sandwich. You know the one.

A talk with Phoebe and Jamie now about their hot tub antics over the phone because Jamie has the Mumps. Jamie being himself digs an even bigger hole by practically outright saying he doesn’t want to be with Tara but does want to be with Phoebe. Oops.

The final Spoon is for ‘Insult of The Series’ which goes to both Spencer and Andy for insulting each other. Lovely and awkward well done Made In Chelsea producers.

Now for the little bit afterwards which may have been one of the most disturbing things I have ever seen. To sum it up all I can just about manage is – Spencer, Proudlock, Francis, Gay Porno. Enough said.


Thinking it had finished by this point my mum tried to open the door to come in. Very bad idea. She was quickly shooed.

Now its all over for, well lets face it, a couple of months?  What will I do with my Monday nights now?!



Made in Chelsea Catch Up Time!

Series 5, Episode 11

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Awkward silence count: IIIIIIIIIIIII

And it’s the last in the series! I don’t know if I’m happy or sad, but I think we all need at least a couple of months break from all of this drama.

Louise is back (boo) and she’s finished Uni so she’ll probably be in the whole episode (even more boo). Andy’s there to meet her from the station in an interestingly flowery jumper. Louise’s excuse for not having any bags is that ‘someone is bringing them down’. But that doesn’t explain why she hasn’t got anything at all. Surely a weekend bag or something?!


Andy takes her off to her surprise graduation party, which, let’s be honest, looks a little disappointing.

Meanwhile at Stevie and Lucy’s flat, Spen-cy are having sexy times and Stevie has the same mug as me. Anyone else feeling really sorry for Stevie? Not only does he have to hear them having sex, but Spencer is wearing his boxers.


Oscar asks Fran out, but in a shocking plot twist, it turns out that Fran and Ollie have been getting frisky. WHAT?!? As in Ollie the guy that just broke up with his girlfriend because he finally wanted to be fully gay?! Ashley ain’ t gonna be happy about that …

Louise is competing for the most disgusting storyline when she spends the night with another guy. Yep, she’s just recreated what Spencer did to her, and Andy almost cries. Seriously, his lip is quivering and everything.


Cheska, Rosie, Binky and Millie are at Doga. Yes, that’s yoga with dogs. And that is all I have to say on that subject.


Andy has an angry chat with Louise. It’s actually in a location that Spencer and Louise once had and angry chat. They must be running out of suave looking bars in Chelsea. Anyway, Louise is being an absolute idiot. I don’t know what’s more annoying – the fact that she doesn’t seem to be able to comprehend what she’s done, or the fact that she’s constantly gnawing on her fingernails in the most unattractive way ever.

This week’s end of episode party is …. at Jamie’s dad’s house. And his dad doesn’t know. Though I bet he does now.

Basically, everyone at this party is mainly concentrated on giving Louise dirty looks. And who wouldn’t? SHE ALMOST MADE ANDY CRY!

Speaking of tears, Louise manages to get her compulsory sniffing in. I mean it is the last episode. But this time she combines it with what could be taken as mild remorse. She apologies to Andy, and him being such a softie, they make up, and agree to ‘work it out together’. Ugh.


But while Andy and Louise are making up, Spencer and Lucy are having a little tiff. Mainly over the fact that Spencer wants to go and comfort Louise, which at the beginning, I thought was kind of over-reacting, until Spencer then tells Louise that ‘a part of him will always love her’. Come on, that’s weird.

So, Doga’s a thing, Louise has overtaken Spencer in my most hated list, and this episode was the most undramatic cliffhanger I’ve ever seen.


Made In Chelsea Disclaimer

Sorry guys! The Made in Chelsea Catch Up post is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I didn’t realise I wouldn’t have an hour in which to watch it, but I’ve gone straight from work, to dinner, to an evening of bridesmaid dress fittings! Come back tomorrow, and it’ll be waiting for you!

But just so you haven’t wasted your time reading this post, watch this full on serious exercise video. If you haven’t seen it already, it’ll definitely brighten your day …



Hidden London

The title sounds a little more cryptic than this post actually is. After a couple of months of revision and exams its nice to have some relaxation time. So my dad and I went down to London to have a nice wander around in the sunshine. Being a nice day in June in the capital the major tourist spots were obviously very crowded so we decided to explore some less visited but equally as nice areas – hence the ‘Hidden’.

Firstly we went down to St John’s Wood. I don’t know if you’ve ever been down Abbey Road, and if you’ve taken a photo of yourself on the famous zebra crossing, but its hilarious to go and watch the people doing exactly that. When we got there, there were some Italians – who I swear just kept saying Lamborghini in the middle of sentences just to sound more Italian – who were, lets say…enthusiastic, taking pictures? I’d say I spent at least 10 minutes standing there just watching and laughing at them…not in a mean way (well maybe a little) as they tried to get a picture without being run over by the busy and impatient London traffic.


He even took his shoes off…some might say dedication, I’d say insanity?


If you don’t know the significance of this particular crossing maybe this picture rings a few bells?

Abbey Road


Outside Abbey Road Studios, many visitors like to make their mark so graffiti on the white wall which has to be repainted every few weeks because there are so many notes and messages on it. Now, I’m not usually a fan of graffiti or street art unless it has a purpose or meaning but I actually quite liked some of these ones.


From here we went on to have some late breakfast in Little Venice nearby Warwick Avenue (which I did sing as we got off the Tube). Its got lots of pretty canals and lovely walks and we found a little floating cafe to stop in.

One of the nicest bacon sandwiches I've ever eaten, honestly.

One of the nicest bacon sandwiches I’ve ever eaten, honestly.

The Floating Boater in Little Venice

The Floating Boater in Little Venice

After eating our bacon sandwiches, which we were accidentally under-charged for making them even nicer, we headed to Pall Mall (the pink one on the Monopoly board) and picked up 2 hire bikes. We went to Hyde Park and cycled around there for about an hour or so. Also, word to the wise, don’t wear a floaty dress on a bike on a windy day.


Whilst in Kensington Gardens we stumbled upon the Serpentine Pavilion. Now, I’d never heard of this but apparently its an annual thing where architects design a massive pavilion where you can go and enjoy a coffee. This year it was designed by someone called Sou Fujimoto, a Japanese designer who you can read about in a bit more detail on their website if you’re interested:



It had started to get a bit cold by this point so we decided to head for some dinner at good old Pizza Hut. Pretty good day I must say!

I didn’t mention this earlier but my favourite picture of the day was taken just before we got our bikes from Pall Mall and was of a little side street which I must say looked very picturesque.

So maybe next time you’re in London, try wandering off the beaten track a bit because you’re very likely to find some hidden gems that most people don’t get to see!