Fashion vs Food - LFW

Paul Costelloe

Oh my goddddd... the hair colour and dress colour together make my brain almost melt. I love love love this look. The dress reminds me of a viscount biscuit. I never liked those minty biscuits, but boy did I like to look at the wrappers. 

This is totally appropriate for Christmas period... almost like a Christmas tree in itself.

Loving the cinched waists, good news for little waisters like myself.

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Happy Birthday, thanks for giving me life

Mums are so difficult to buy for. My brother and I used to buy my mum all sorts of stuff that she'd pretend to like, but as I got older, I got better at buying gifts for her. Maybe it's just female intuition. I don't know. Whatever, here's a selection of everymum presents to suit all pockets (and Mums).

By Malene Birgir Cotton Linen Belted Cardigan, £215, at Flannels

Perfect cardigan for S/S 11. Light and modest.

'Seringa' (Eau de Parfum £70, Eau de Toilette from £38) at Floris

There's nothing more luxurious than Floris perfume. My personal favourite is 'Cefiro', but Seringa is a much more mature scent, balanced out by lily and carnation.

La Prairie Anti-Aging Stress Cream, £126, at House of Fraser

Okay, I know this SEEMS expensive (and it is, I am no fool), but La Prairie is AMAZING. You get what you pay for. If you're worried about your mum being offended by this gift, quickly add in: 'IT IS THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING'. She'll thank you when she's all Death Becomes Her and forever young and stuff.

Chicken Wire Egg Holder, £10, at Tearcraft

Can you see what they've done? An egg holder in the shape of a chicken (eggs come from chickens) made from CHICKEN WIRE! It's brilliant, cute and massively unnecessary. Buy it. It's eco-friendly, too.

La Tropezienne leather tote bag by Clare Vivier, £214.46, at Bodie and Fou

Your mum will love this, I am not even kidding. I'd love it. In fact, I am more than a little in love with it. Such a perfect receptacle for all of my rubbish.

Anorak Kissing Rabbits gardening apron, £17.50 at Anorak

Ultra cute and practical too. Anorak have loads of perfect gifts, so even if this doesn't do it for you, there'll be something else knocking about that will.

Pretty Woman Garden Gloves, £9.15 at Celia Birtwell

Get these to go with the apron. This will 

a) Make your present a two-parter (everyone loves a double whammy gift) 

and

b) appropriate

This list is not exhaustive! Can also be used for Mothering Sunday.

Crap weather

Winter is absolutely terrifying and treacherous, therefore I have come up with a fool-proof plan that will help combat it... All it will take is for someone to buy me the following items:

This See by Chloe faux-fur coat
(£188 @ theoutnet.com)

These Marc by Marc Jacobs Glossed-leather boots
(£275 @ theoutnet.com)

These J Brand 'Agnes' pants
(£245 @ net-a-porter.com)

This Littledean jumper by Aubin & Wills
(£129 @ aubinandwills.com)

Perfect.


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I don't know if you knew, you might have known, but my mum was very ill with cancer. She'd been ill since April 2008, and she sadly died on Sunday, 17th January, 2010.

For the past 6 weeks, she'd hardly been herself at all. About 5 weeks ago, I cried for an entire weekend because it felt as if she'd already gone. There were still sparks of her left, the odd comment, the odd facial expression, this and that, though on the whole, not my mum.

This week has been busy. Seeing family members that we haven't seen in some time, organising finances, mortgages, pensions, credit cards, bank accounts. Sending back passports and driving licenses, organising a funeral, letting people know, organising a wake.

The funeral is on Wednesday. I have never felt more dread for a day in all my life.

People have been kind. Our house resembles a branch of Clinton's cards. Every day brings a fresh batch of cards, letters, flowers. A lump forms in my throat every time I read words of praise for my mum, for the work she did with young people, the lives she's touched, the people that will miss her.

To those people, I would like to say a huge thank you. I'd also like to send infinite thanks to all of the people who came round and helped make her final weeks so comfortable. All of the carers, nurses, doctors and friends who did what they could and selflessly gave their time.

I miss her a lot. I miss having someone to call up at any hour of the day, and whinge incessantly about things that were no ones fault. I miss someone telling me "it'll be alright, El" and then easing my moaning with inconsequential nonsense about famous people in the vets, or a really good sandwich that had been purchased that lunch time.

I would give every time I've ever been caught doing something I shouldn't be, every time I've been ticked off for something, every time I annoyed her, just to have her back for a minute.

My mummy; my best friend. I will miss you forever.

Sorry.

I have broken my blog silence to bring this update. I have nothing to say, but I am livid about a number of things, so I'm going to write and write and write, and then I might feel better.

Today started very badly. I can only hope that by the time I get home, things will have rectified themselves... either that, or I will die on the way home. That's the sort of day this is turning in to. I am scared to go to the bank after work, after this speight of bad luck, in case they give me more bad news which will, more than likely, ruin my life. Oh, but actually, I forgot that I am probably due to die on the way home anyway.

The moon!

The moon!
Originally uploaded by xelliex

I love it when there's a full moon. Sometimes I get all weirded out because the moon that we see from our humble little England, is the same as this moon that millions of people can see in America. Wow.

Alright?

FORGOT WHAT I WAS GOING TO BLOG ABOUT!!

Oh yeah, I completely forgot that I could make Spotify playlists to share with people!
So, I have taken the liberty of trying to make the past mixes I've documented to share here.

In Position - this hasn't come out that great cos hardly any of the songs were on Spotify (gay). You get the jist, though.

Paul CD Feb '07 - worked much better. Grand, in fact. I think there are only 2 songs missing from it.

HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM!

Today, I'm going to brave The Trafford Centre.
There's something so creepy about consumer culture. I just don't 'GET' shopping malls. Why has shopping had to become an 'experience'? The Trafford Centre is mental. A big postmodern mess of architectural styles borrowed from ancient Rome & Greece, and then a food court based on the Titanic or something, with a cinema and an arcade stuck on the side. Absolutely crackers. The people who go there are a mess. Idiots who are shamelessly trying to buy into a lifestyle choice.
D00dz, chillax. I might take photos today.

Mainly listening to Prett Girls Make Graves today. Been a while.

Why does soya milk curdle in coffee????

Okay, just a quick one. Made that cup of coffee, and the soya milk curdled. It pisses me off when this happens, cos it looks gross. Still tastes okay, but people generally comment on it, and anyone commenting on my food REALLY WINDS ME UP.

Googled it, and got this site.

He says:

The weird part is that soy milk curdles in coffee sometimes, but not always.

The curdling occurs when the acid in the coffee coagulates the proteins in the soy milk. Instant tofu!

How to avoid it? Tough question. Curdling seems to be a triggered by a variety of factors, including the brand of the soy milk, the heat of the coffee, the acidity of the coffee and even the speed with which the soy milk is added.

Looking through other people’s experience with the curdling soy problem, here are a few tips you can try.

1. Shake your soy milk thoroughly before pouring.

2. Pour the soy milk into your cup or mug first.

3. Then pour in the coffee, slowly.

But I think you should put the milk in AFTER the coffee. Again, just saying.
The curdling has ruined my first coffee in about 2 weeks. Good old life.

Nothing but flowers

I keep coming across little mixes that people have made for me down the years. I've decided I might document them.
I'm definitely going to document this one, because I found it on my iPod this morning, while doing a search for another album, and remembered instantly how great it is.

It was made by My Friend Paul for me when I was ill at the very beginning of 2007 (aptly named, in my iPod, as 'Paul CD Feb '07'). He sent it in an envelope of other great stuff to cheer me up, including this song request someone gave him:



Not sure why he had that on his person, but it made me chuckle anyway.

Okay, to the CD! It came packaged in a little plastic wallet, and the cover / tracklisting had been folded in an almost origami style way, so that the front had the picture on (pink, with a kitten on it), and the back had the tracklisting, which was printed in white along the edge. I haven't done the description justice, but it really is marvellous.



Some notes:

• That Mint Royale song is a staple mix song, it's the like the glue that holds it all together
• The Field Music song is probably one of my favourite songs ever. It's important to know these things, right?
• I like that Semifinalists song, until it kicks in... then, not so much.
• If you've never heard that Dananananananananana song... then you should.
• I just checked my Last.Fm, and it says I've only listened to the Field Music song 11 times, but my iPod says 39 times. Just saying.
• Everything else on here is classic. Check out the sneaky bit of Op Ivy and that BRILLIANT Talking Heads song (which got wrongly tagged by Paul as 'Time' by Tom Waits. Either would have been acceptable)
  

I wish I had a copy of the artwork, it was mega. But yeah, there you have it, one of my favourite things anyone has made for me. I've got quite a lot more knocking about, it's just a matter of finding them.

I think this week I'll be having a cheeky go at reviewing a BOOK OR TWO. I've started reading The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. It's only taken me about 5 years to actually buy this book. Got it yesterday and can't put it down. I don't want to speculate too soon, but I think it could be one of my favourites already. Depends what the end is like. Don't think it's going to overtake anything by Donna Tartt. I've also got a copy of Pride & Prejudice to read. I've never been into books of this ilk, but I think that now is the time to try and read them. Even if all the romance stuff drives me insane. I WANT MURDERS AND SUSPENSE IN MY BOOKS!
Watch this space for reviews. Tell me more books to read. I thought I should read more after preaching to one of my more stupid colleagues about how that, now she doesn't have a TV (it broke), she should probably start to read (her English is BAAAD. She says she has mild Dyslexia, I just think she needs to read more), and not trash (she said she was reading Marion Keyes or something), SOME MODERN CLASSICS. Camus, Plath, Orwell, Kerouac. She looked at me as if I had just killed her kids. I should really practice what I preach, though, so that's why I'm embarking on this reading journey. Wonder how many I can read in the next fornight.

Today I would like nothing more than to play Diner Dash, stare into space, READ THE LOVELY BONES, go shopping for clothes (tried on this yesterday, it looked RUBBISH cos i couldn't fill it out enough. FML. I love that dress so much!)... instead, I am doing the most tedious, but necessary, job of data inputting. I should really be getting on with it, but writing this is much more fun and time consuming.

Cup of coffee and I will start. I swear.

See a sweet in floral print, my mind begins the arrangements

Stuck waiting for a train to Runcorn, so thought I would bust out a blog while no one is bothering me.

Got back from Glastonbury the other day. Won't bore you with details of who I saw, cos you probably saw more than I did on the telly, but Blur were a highlight, as were Animal Collective, The Horrors and LADY GAGA. I love her now. It was always a bit touch and go as to whether me and GaGs would get on, but I think we've reconciled now. Great weekend was had by all. It rained a bit, it was mega sunny and one guy shit himself. Not anyone I know.

Just on the train now. People don't half make a blood fuss getting on trains, don't they?

Homelessness

Gonna go a bit emo here, but bear with me.

There was a programme on last night called Famous, Rich and Homeless, whose basic premise was taking some rich, 'famous' (loosest sense of the word... The Guardian have gone with the term 'fairly famous', I still think this is a little bit too much creedence... if you know who Les Battersby is, then you're on the right track) folk and dumping them on the streets of London with no money and a sleeping bag, and letting them survive as a rough sleeper. It as gnarly. The Marquis of Blandford couldn't hack it and stayed in a hotel, but the rest of them slogged it out and devised their own ways of making money just to get them through. The Big Issue website sums it up better than I can

Guided throughout by John Bird, the five begin their ten day experience being dropped off in different areas of London, where they spend their days and nights trying to survive on the streets. The physical and emotional toll challenges their preconceptions and prejudices about homelessness, its causes, and the ease with which people can escape it.The participants have 10 homes and a palace between them, Famous, Rich & Homeless focuses their minds and ours on those who don’t.

And it really did focus my thinking. Despite the fact that my flatmate works for The Big Issue (not as a street vendor, as a fundraiser), and I also come into contact with people who sleep rough a lot of the time, I never fully think about how properly awful it must be to actually be stuck out there and having to tell people things in order to get money just to not feel completely rotten and hungry or thirsty for a little while. All I ever think is 'I'm glad that's not me'.
There was a woman on the programme who had perfected a sob story and told it to a girl who gave her all the money she had on her. The girl then came back with £40 she'd just taken from the cash machine for her. Granted, this is slightly mental and I probably wouldn't go that far myself, but it was so comforting to know that there are people out there who are kind, compassionate and caring enough about people they don't even know.

On my way to work, I come across quite a lot of homeless people. I don't ignore them, but I never feel a big urge to help them out, either. A frail looking middle aged lady approached me and gave me her story about sleeping rough and how she used to work the dole, but now she had no job and nowhere to live. She made me feel really sad, so I gave her some money. I almost had a lump in my throat when she was thanking me profusely. I rounded the corner, and the usual woman was selling the Big Issue. I almost passed out with the wave of guilt that washed over me. I bought a copy. It was her last one. She looked well happy, which made me happy. I would definitely rather she had my money than I spend it on some junk, as that is what invariably happens on a daily basis.

Anyway, I guess the ending to all of this is that you should probably just THINK a little bit when you see someone who is worse off than you, and if you can, HELP THEM!

The Big Issue and Centre Point are probably the two main ones when it comes to helping out with homeless issues, as well as Shelter and Crisis. There are more specialist ones like Grand Central Savings and St Mungo's.

You get my sentiment. Here are some causes that I'm quite passionate about and help out when I can:


Macmillan
NSPCC / Action For Children
Addaction / Drugsline / Phoenix Futures
Amnesty International
Dignity! Period.

Really quick blog about important things

Here is some important stuff that I need to say before I leave work in approximately 5 minutes (slacking cos the boss has gone home early. As usual. Lead by example, that's what I say):

• I couldn't be bothered to write a blog post about Britain's Got Talent LIVE!, but it's okay cos the entire evening has been documented HERE!!!!
  What fails to make the cut is that we got back home in time for Big Brother, which was a particular highlight, and also that the programme was only £5. Apart from that, it's pretty well summed up. Actually, George Sampson was amazing too. Love you, George. All the way through I wished that I was 10 years younger so I could fancy him.
• I went into the Carphone Warehouse to get a cheap mobile phone to take with me this weekend. It's a bit of a con, cos they say you can have a mobile for £4.99, but you have to buy a £10 top up. I've never had a pay as you go phone, so I don't know whether this is worth it, is it going to last? I just don't know. It didn't matter though, because I think the salesman took a bit of a shine to me and gave me this phone I was looking at for free. He said that drug dealers come in and swap their phones round all the time because they're paranoid. Worst salesman ever, but I wasn't bothered. Thank you drug dealers, thank you Carphone Warehouse.
• Not sure why they call it 'Carphone Warehouse' - has it been called that since the halcyon days of in-car phones? My mum had one of those when she had her own business. It was totally rad. We had, pretty much, the hottest (not physically hot) car EVER. ALL of the windows were electric, so were the wing mirror adjusters. The colour was 'greenstone', which meant it looked like it was a dark grey colour, but when the light shone on it, it went sparkly green. It was a Fiat Tempra.
  At the time, my parents were doing pretty well financially, I went to a well nice school. and got awesome presents for Christmas like a Go-Go dog and a Sylvanian Families vintage mansion. The mansion was a bit of a waste, because in the end me and my brother just used it as a base for the Autobots to hide from the Decepticons. I think the same year, my brother got Scorponock (Dreamwave version under Megatron, well evil), so he pretty much needed the vintage mansion to look after the troops. I also think he got a dart board and darts for Christmas, as I distinctly remember there being a lot of little holes all over the outer shell of the mansion. This could also, of course, be attributed to Bruticus going postal on it. Either way, I wasn't that bothered.
  How have I digressed so much? Oh yeah, so Carphone Warehouse. Great place. Shop there.
• You know how I said I was gonna go early? I have ended up staying late.

Today I have been thinking a lot about the game version of 'The Hobbit' for the Commodore64. I'm starving.

Seeya.

Glastonbury 2009 - prepping

When I say 'prepping', I mean I called my mum and said I didn't have anything, she asked me what I needed, and now I have stuff. I still had to go and get my own backpack, like. I don't like owning my own backpack, it almost says 'look at me, I travel!' - which I don't. Well, not all the time. And I don't think I'd like to slog it out round the world living out of a backpack and sharing mudhuts with rats. I would definitely much rather have 5* hotels. I have the internet.

So, yeah, anyway, with that in mind it's a WONDER that I'm going to Glastonbury. Or any festivals, for that matter. I moan about the dirt, but then 365 days pass and I'm well up for it again. I haven't been to Glasto for a few years, mainly because the last time I went the rain was torrential and it completely flooded out. This is why I usually stick with ATP and indoor events. I'm sure it's going to be great, though.
I'm apprehensive about my welly situation... I really like the ones I have, but they're a bit too big for me. I can see many 'welly still stuck in mud, but Ellie still walking' situations occurring.

We're not going down until Thursday evening, which suits me fine - less chance of getting EVEN MORE DIRT all over myself.

This is a tentative list of stuff I wouldn't mind seeing:

Thursday: Metronomy

Friday: Lily Allen, Fleet Foxes, Regina Spektor, General Fiasco, The Streets, Q Tip, Animal Collective, British Sea Power

Saturday: Eagles of Death Metal, Broken Family Band, PASSION PIT, Hockey, Bon Iver

Sunday: Blur, Nick Cave, Micachu & the Shapes, Brand New


Probs won't see hardly any of them.

Warm tonight

I'm so warm that I feel as if I've been punched in the head, urrghh!

Anyway, to business. I read quite a distressing comment on Facebook, from on girl I went to school with to another...

"Congratulations on geting (sic) married and being pregnant xxxx"

I think it is, possibly, the most depressing sentence I've ever read. I know the girl who sent it had all the best intentions for it, and I definitely know that the girl who received it would have been really grateful, but it made me feel really empty. Someone must know what I mean?

I had big plans for this blog entry, but I left it so long in the day to send, that now I'm flat out of inspiration and all I can think about is watching season 3 of Ugly Betty and eating pineapple, neither of which I shall be doing.

I was also going to go into great length about going to see Britain's Got Talent LIVE!, except now I can't really be bothered to do that either, though I did sit and read through the programme before and I reckon I could have done a much better write-up of the acts who are on. Bit more biased according to who I like the best. Of course.

Written too much shit. Am v. tired now. Maybe tomorrow I will go through my top three fears, which are probably:

• death
• going into space
• going to jail

In position

Getting a bit sick of always having to sit in the same position on my bed in order to make use of some premium stolen Internet. I keep on having this epiphany that the wireless signal I'm stealing has actually been set up to catch people like me out as Internet stealers. It doesn't seem all that bogus at 1mb/s download speeds - and all I have to do is sit here:

And get a bad back. Seems too easy.

Anyway, today I made a really great iPod playlist when I was on the bus. 'On-The-Go 1' is it's moniker for the time being. 'Bus Sounds' might be the next stage for it.
I've taken the liberty of writing out what's on it and saying why I love these songs so much. I'm no music journo, so my descriptions are really crap and biased, but hopefully you'll agree if you've heard them, or want to hear them if you haven't. Whatever bro.


1. Elle S'appelle - Little Flame - think this is the only song of theirs that I actually like, cos it's the only one that doesn't sound like they just completely ripped off Hot Club de Paris or National School. More like a double rip off of the two, but it works and is full of joy. Love it.

2. Mint Royal - Don't Falter - I remember when this came out. I was still at high school. I had it on a mix on my minidisc player (remember those? I didn't think anything would ever come smaller than a MINIDISC. Clue was in the name!) and used to listen to it on the bus all the time. I HATED getting the bus. Thinking about it, a half to the first stop was only 27p. Great days. Anyway, if you don't like this song, then I don't know what's up with you. It's got Lauren Laverne on it as well. It's almost 10 years old, but you would never know.

3. Desaparecidos - Mañana - You know when a band slips out of your consciousness, but then someone reminds you of them, you pick up your iPod and whereyou'd usually just skip past them, you stop and think 'I am DEFINITELY listening to this!'? This happened to me the other day. Someone said 'do you like Desaparecidos?', and I thought 'christ, YES, I do!', and I haven't looked back since. This is my favourite song on Read Music / Speak Spanish. It's mega full of energy. ACE. There's one of those cute conversation interludes at the end, just before the next song comes in. The next song, 'Greater Omaha', reminded me of...

4. Calories - Drugged - pretty much one of the greatest song I've heard this year so far. It's so simple, and at times mainly sounds like drunk men (rowdy, but not horrible) singing together, but it's brilliant. I don't really know what else to say about it. Give it a listen.

5. Sebadoh - Skull - Don't think I could ever tire of this song. Unless you locked me in a room and just had it on repeat, obviously. It's so good. I think it gives an important insight into drug-taking, too. I'm always sort of... not TOUCHED by the lyrics, but I think the whole song is important. Well good. Love Sebadoh.

6. Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin - Oregon Girl- Was gonna put 'Travel Song' on here, but thought it was 'too obvious'. Wish I was from Oregon.

7. Wolf Parade - Grounds For Divorce - PERFECT SONG! It reminds me of hundreds of different occasions all at once. The way Dan Boeckner sings is wonderful. DOO DEE DOO DOO DOO DEE DOO DOO. That's me doing the tune. Can you see how strained these descriptions are getting? Jeez.

8. Les Savy Fav - Sweat Descends - Nothing much to say about this but YEAAAH! WOOOOO! BEST SONG EVER!!!!!!

9. Death Cab For Cutie - Expo '86 - GREAT SONG. SO GREAT. Keep wondering what 'Expo 86' is? I was alive in '86. Why wasn't I invited to this expo??? "I AM WAITING FOR SOMETHING TO GO WRONG, I AM WAITING FOR FAMILIAR RESOLVE"

10. Get Up Kids - I'm A Loner Dottie, A Rebel - How could you not love a song that's called this? Even before you've heard it you love it loads. Well, I do anyway. I remember once I went to see them and they played this live. I almost cried, cos I'm so emo and ting. ~cry.


WELL, that was fun. I got bored towards the end, as you can probably tell. Watching Big Brother now. In bed. What a life.

Hiya

If you've come here because I've bullied you into it from Twitter, HELLO

Manchester Piccadilly - freak spotting

Train station, innit? I mean, Manchester is totally full of freaks at the best of times, but this place is FREAK INTERCHANGE, especially on a Friday night / Saturday morning.

I've never really seen any drama go down in there, though. No one getting arrested or fighting or anything like that. Am I going down there at the wrong times?

It used to be quite exciting a couple of years back when you stood at platform 13 (North Wales bound) looking down onto where the Star & Garter is and there was loads of prostitutes hanging around. But then I think they got a little scared off because they started building some halls of residence, then they opened a really nice hotel and generally scared everyone off.

The hotel (this one) is all dark glass. I think I'd quite like a job cleaning a couple of the windows now and again.

TRAINS

Some things I didn't realise about YPRs (Young Persons Railcards) that really hit home today:

• They cost £26. TWENTY SIX POUNDS!! I remember when they were £20 (and I begrudged paying that, I really did)
• They only last up til the age of 25. Which is BULLSHIT. If you're going to charge £26 for it, make it last until you're 26. This means I only have 1 year left on mine. AARRGGHH.
• Why do I have to re-fill in the form for one every year? Just give me a new railcard, the photocard NEVER CHANGES (much my my chagrin, as I look like a child on mine)

Actually, my only gripe was the first two points, the other was a minor whinge that popped into my head as I was going through. £26. I filled in the form then put it in my bag. The things I do for reduced transport. I am actually sat on a train at this very moment in time. Manceinion - Llandudno. I stop somewhere in between. Love living near Wales. I should be proficient in Welsh, really. I ain't though.
Just stopped at Newton-le-Willows (had to look at the sign to make sure I'd capitalised that in all the right places). Seeing how long I can hold out without moving my bag off the seat next to me. I hope people think that having my laptop out and tapping furiously at the keys means that I;m writing some PRETTY IMPORTANT MEMOIRS.

I have been wondering for the past couple of days whether it's okay to write a blog entry based on slagging off people you work with. Decided that it's kind of not okay. I might make up a case study. IF YOU GET WHAT I MEAN? ;) ;)
No, no one cares about that crap really. But I will say this:

I really hate hypochondriacs.

Glad we've got that out of the way. Look at that above, I started a sentence with the word 'but'. When I was about... six years old, I was MEGA at reading. I read ANYTHING that was put in front of me. I was reading The Hobbit when I was still in prep school (but this was basically only really because my brother and I had the game on the Commodore 64, and he was too lazy to read it, but the game was really good because you could type in commands and that was how the game went, so we needed to know what happened in the book in order to complete the game - this was left to me), which was a mean feat for any small child, really. Anyway, so, once (and this is some great advice that I remember) my teacher said that only THE BEST writers are allowed to start sentences with 'but' or 'and'. You have to be practically magical. Not saying I AM, there really was no excuse for starting a sentence with the word 'but' up there, JUST REMEMBER THAT ADVICE, OKAY?
I'm definitely not a good writer. This stuff is just what is bouncing around my head at any given time. Sometimes I feel like I might burst if I don't tell someone exactly what is on my mind. I think blogs only work for this if you can be bothered to actually sit and type the words out. Twitter is also good for this, tweeting doesn't even take a minute.

Just stopped at Earlestown. I don't think I had ever heard of Earlestown until I started going into Manchester on the train, which was about 10 years ago. Okay, that feels like a really long time now.

Oh no, this got boring.

BYE! X

Rude numbers

We all know that '69' is the rudest number of them all.