50 Things To Do Before I Die

After a conversation with my friend J I remembered that I wrote a list of things I want to do before I die, and seeing as I did so when I was about 14 I have decided to update it.

Things I have achieved off of my old list:

- Streak (partially, I never left my friend's front garden)
- See Enter Shikari live
- Take part in a circle pit and not die and go in a mosh pit at a super hxc gig
- Not get drunk for over a month
- Get straight A's at AS Level
- Host a halloween party
- See the Horrors/ Crystal Castles live
- Make out with a scene kid
- Do goth belly dancing
- Sunbathe naked (well, I was topless)
- Go to a proper bar (LOL at myself)
- Attend Trinity Sixth Form
- Get emo hair (I soon lost it haha)
- Kissed a girl in a public place

Here is the new, and improved, list:


1. Streak in a public place
2. Go skinny dipping in inappropriate places
3. Attend a roller disco
4. Become wealthy of my own accord
5. Travel to Turkey
6. Travel to Brazil
7. Be a ski bum for at least one season and ski from the top to the bottom of a mountain in my underwear
8. Travel to Japan
9. Travel to Morocco
10. Travel to Australia
11. Show M how we do things here in England
12. Attend a dirty illegal rave
13. Experiment with questionable substances
14. Pass my bloody driving test!
15. Achieve straight A’s at A Level
16. Attend as many different fancy dress parties as possible
17. Get at least one tattoo
18. Meet Simon Amstell and tell him that he is ridiculously amusing
19. Meet Stephen Fry and be in awe
20. Go to watch Top Gear whilst it is being filmed
21. Become a successful journalist
22. Get my nose re-pierced
23. Get my tragus pierced
24. Get my nipple pierced
25. Give a lap dance
26. Attend a masquerade ball
27. Experiment sexually
28. Come out to my parents (I am bi and my family are conservatively minded)
29. Sunbathe (fully) naked and not give a shit
30. Attend a festival (particularly Reading)
31. Learn burlesque
32. Find my ancestors
33. Model for something fashion related
34. Have a bonfire in my garden (or G’s) with smores and cider
35. Camp out for a weekend in a random field with my closest friends, a single tent and a crate of alcohol
36. Go on a road trip to Hever Castle
37. Go shopping at the High Street with G wearing only a coat and heels to see if anyone notices
38. See theatre that breaks boundaries
39. Enjoy my youth
40. Act in a theatre to an audience of at least 100 people
41. Attend university and live up every minute of it
42. Rent an apartment in North London
43. Have a night out at a gay bar in Soho
44. Own a timeless vintage Chanel piece
45. Own La Perla and Agent Provocateur underwear
46. Own a pair of Louboutin heels
47. Learn Italian
48. Drive a motorbike
49. Drive a vintage Mustang
50. Eat one of the giant muffins at O’Grady’s and wish it lived up to the expectations of my taste buds

Well, I had better get started...

Music- Cloud Ants- Coka Cola (I had forgotten how much I love this band!)

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(Not So) Wedded Bliss

I have just read an article in the Sunday Times supplement Style (a normally sensible and witty magazine) on 'modern' marriage. And frankly, I am disgusted. The piece featured several categories of 'ideal' wife that, apparently, have become en vogue in the last year. Wife is in. Each section detailed what made that particular mode of wife so great, all involving personality traits such as "supportive" and roles such as "inspiration". The article suggested that women who side tracked their own career or personal aspirations in favour of their husband's had, somehow, given themselves greater fulfillment than if they had achieved their own dreams, rather than their man's. There was even one category which praised women who had sucked in their pride and dignity to stay with their partners through repeated infidelities and were better off for it. This, it is said, is called 'compromise'. Is it? I would have thought this sounded more like emotional vulnerability and unecessary self-sacrifice. I understand that, to make any relationship work, there has to be some level of give to accomodate the other person in your life, but not to the extent where your whole self is lost to coupledom. Style poses no objections to such action; "The strong, right, image-enhancing thing to do is to stand by your man and quietly, steadily make it work".

And I thought we had passed all that with our beehives and the swinging sixties.

I may not be the biggest advocate for marriage (feeling that it is an outdated institution which many just go into for the 'Big Day', forgetting that life with the other person lies beyond the frosting and bridal couture), but I am not anti-relationship. I have been with someone long term and, while it ended in tears, we are now good friends and I wouldn't have said "no" to the three years together even if someone had told me on day one how things would pan out. The bond and intimacy you have with the other person is probably one of the best things you will ever experience as a human being.

So why go and destroy that with the 'man and wife' imagery that marriage, even now, seems to suggest? Why not show a little reservation with the three most overused words in society today and make "I love you" your vow for the long-term and the foundation upon which you stay together. In my opinion, love is a better reason to work at a relationship than simply the fact that you are married.


Christmas and New Year blog coming soon with photos from my new Samsung P1000 camera that Santa brought. :)

N.B.- Failed to find a suitable fur muff anywhere so purchased an adorable fur cape instead for retro warmth in the new year.

Music- Brokencyde- Freaxxx

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A Little Bit Of Rock 'n' Roll

Sunday night was just a little wild. I went to my friend D's Mods and Rockers 18th bash (everyone looked amazing) at a club in Hackney called Barden's Boudoir, a small underground venue with a retro theme and cheap bar that led to the whole crowd being rather out of it. Sweets littered the entire room and a display of cute little cupcakes with pink frosting and star shaped sprinkles was next to the dancefloor, along with trays of watermelon soaked in vodka. There was a foam machine, MJ impersonator, and 3 or 4 DJ's throughout the night, playing indie, through to house, to dnb and dubstep in the early hours of the morn.

I went as a rocker, with heavily backcombed hair (oh, for my emo days when this was a regular part of my outfit), smoky eyes (courtesy of G), wearing ripped black tights, denim hotpants, white tank top, a bullet belt, vintage leather jacket (courtesy of C) and massive Topshop platforms from about 5 seasons ago.

Going with my mind set on partying I ended up absolutley wankered and danced (probably badly) until 2am before going home to Text Under The Influence and crash out fully clothed in my kitchen. It was a wicked night. :)

Today I decided to relieve the last dregs of my hangover and grottiness by going for a wander through my local forest. I like being alone sometimes, it's peaceful and I can think about anything or nothing at all. You can be so close to the city and yet feel as if you are the only one on earth. There is something about walking through the dying leaves and the holly, the bare trees and the cold and silence that makes me calm. I'm glad I live in England; no where else could be my home.

Of course, I overdressed for the occasion in warm (faux) fur and wintry clothes, which made me happy.

Music- Audioslave- Show Me How To Live

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The Factory

Friday night was spent in front of the camera lens as my friend and photographer G, inspired by the Edie Sedgewick biopic Factory Girl, wanted to do a shoot with me. I suppose my grimy skinnyness influenced her decision to choose me as her model. ;)

Being Andy Warhols' muse must certainly have been one hell of an exciting, destructive existance, and Sienna Miller perfectly captures Edie's sexual fragility in the film, which we hoped to do with these photos.

In other news; I have decided to purchase a (faux) fur muff. Fuck gloves for this winter season.

Christmas is in 4 days. I feel that I should be more excited. But I know roughly what I am getting, and anyway, I already have everything that I could concievably want or need. I'm much more interested in how much glitter I can cram into one outfit.

I intend to sparkle this holiday. :)

Music- Boy Crisis- Ganglion Of Lightnings

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Wishful Thinking

I wish...

That it were snowing.
That yesterday hadn't happened the way it did.
That tomorrow will meet my expectations.
That I had a cup of mocha and cognac to sit by the fire with.
That I could be all dressed up with some where to go.
That it were Sunday.
That I had a chocolate brownie.
That I were a better person.

No picture today; I barely slept and look as if someone has rubbed kohl beneath my eyes- and not in the good way.

Music- Umbrellas- Love.

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Hello There

C'est moi.

I will post photographic moments, outfits that make me happy, music I'm discovering or just experiencing a revival of, and any musings that spring from my wonderful crack den of a mind.

Enjoy.

:)

Music- The Raveonettes- Christmas Song

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