Thursday, 28 October 2010

Laura's adventures down south

At the beginning of this half term I left the familiar surroundings of a wet and miserable Norfolk and spent three days down south in Brighton and London. It was good, although I had been informed it would be wet and cold (pretty much Norfolk weather but with different views) so into my bag went my woolly hat, gloves, scarf and big winter coat. I was wrongly informed. It was cold, and my coat came in very useful, but mostly it was sunny and consequently I wished my sunglasses were on my face and not tucked away in a draw having been used about three times this summer.

Apart from misleading weather, Brighton was amazing. I loved it. We went to check out the uni, which I really liked and then spent the afternoon and evening wondering around the city. It has great night life and there's the beach and it even has a lemon bus...where you pay with lemons not money. Pretty good for the student folk. I would be very happy in Brighton. I did take a few pictures on my iPhone, because I forgot my camera this is probably the best one.

Brighton Beach
After Brighton came London. We drove in and went on the underground, which I don't particularly like...crammed next to random people and quite possibly the most confusing map I have ever seen. Add in my hopeless sense of direction and putting me on the underground is quite risky, should you want to see me again. However I wasn't navigating, and we ended up in Trafalgar Square. This was eventful. My younger brother, who doesn't like to listen and who can, at points, do very stupid things climb on one of those lions at the bottom of Nelson's Column...can you see where this is going? He then fell of said lion, scaring a tourist and making himself go green. After he drunk MY cherry tango and had some chocolate he was fine. But probably won't be climbing on some lions any time soon.
That Lion
After finding out it would cost £25 per person to do one of those touristy bus tours, that idea was abandoned and we headed for Regent Street. Impressive in its shopping possibilities, depressing when you have no money to spend. So, window shopping was in order before we headed for Covent Garden for lunch/dinner & pear cider at the Punch and Judy. This I liked. We also saw some of the street performers who were amazing and unfortunately put the puppet man of Norwich to shame...Covent Garden market helped expand my jewellery collection as I bought another fabulous statement ring.
My New Ring :D
Then with a bag of Percy Pigs and my iPod it was homeward bound to a very noisy cat who appeared to have licked her bowl clean and a room which was much messier than I remember it being when we left.

And so we come to the end of my adventures and I'm left with the excitement of tidying my room...

Monday, 18 October 2010

I heart Nicky Wire

As I wrote last time I blogged gig season is well and truly back, and in honour of this wonderful season I thought I would share with you a photo of the legend that is Nicky Wire and his feather boa covered microphone stand. I took this last night. When Manic Street Preachers came to Norwich. It was awesome.

    

Saturday, 16 October 2010

It's been a while

As the title of this blog would indicate it's been a while since my last blog, to be fair I have been very busy with college work, coursework, work work and UCAS/uni stuff. (I'm so cool I scare myself sometimes :P) So, at midnight after a busy shift at work I find myself in the mood to do some blogging...I'm pretty sure I'm becoming nocturnal, which is worrying as I have stuff I need to do during the day.


Anyway, life is being pretty damn good to me since I've been absent blog wise. 


I love being able to drive anywhere any time I want...speaking of driving, I got my awesome pink, official driving licence on Friday morning and was quickly off to college (I may have been running late) to wave it at my friends and suggest we did something in the evening. We did do something, I drove them all to Norwich in the dark and the rain so we could go and see 'The Social Network' or 'the film about Facebook'. It was an very, very good film and I am extremely pleased to tell you that on Friday evening as well as all the driving, I filled my car up with fuel AND navigated a multi-storey car park for the first time. Hell yeah!


More goods times ahead I sense. The gig season is back in full swing I am pleased to announce, starting with the NME radar tour a couple of weeks ago. It was awesome, The Joy Formidable were amazing and Chapel Club were cool too. I did not like Flats, I'm going to be blunt and say they were pretty shit. Tomorrow (or should I say today, it is after all Sunday morning...) we're off to see Manic Street Preachers. In Norfolk. In Norwich. At the UEA. :O ...very happy they are venturing into lovely Naaarfolk we do often get missed out on the old tours. Then next week I'm off to see The Charlatans, sweet. If that wasn't enough, also coming up are Klaxons, Athlete and Ellie Goulding. I'm going to start a petrol fund pot in my car because I know that with gigs and a trip to Center Parcs coming up I'm going to need some cash off my friends, otherwise we could end up stranded somewhere and my mum has already told me she's not rescuing us if that happens.


Something else that has happened in my absence for my blog is that I went to work to eat, not waitress. Quite possibly one of the weirdest things I have done. I'm not going to lie, the fact five messy and loud children were present, all of whom had the potential to embarrass me in front of my bosses and people I work with, was quite stressful. But the food more than made up for it, my lunch was delicious. Now I know the food is good, I serve it to people at least twice a week, but looking at it and scrounging the leftovers obviously does not compare to actually sitting down and eating it. Yummy, yummy, yummy. Soup, pork and chocolate fondant, plus petits fours *drools at the memory*. Yes, it was a bit weird and slightly stressful, but it was worth it. Whilst we were there, I was told by my boss that I "scrub up well" ...this I quite liked, it made me laugh. On slightly more vain note, I enjoyed the fact I could show off my curly whirly hair to everyone at work, who normally just see it all tied up...I hate that.


Well I've rambled for a bit, it's late and I'm tired...I best be off


           



Tuesday, 5 October 2010

A bit jumbled, but with good reason

Well today was pretty darn good...I only went and passed my driving test with two minors! Hell to the freaking yeah! (OK it was second time, but everyone knows the best people pass second time) here is a picture of the now irrelevant L plates:  
Never again shall they be stuck to my car! Oh yeah!


And if today couldn't get any better, today mum booked me and my two besties a day at the Center Parcs spa for my birthday.  A day of chilling out, the pool, good food and fireworks, ohhhh I hate the fact I have to wait until November. 


As a result of these two amazing things I have had a stupid grin on my face ever since 1:15 this afternoon and have absolutely no hope of being able to string together a decent sentence for my photography research...oh well, there's always tomorrow :P

Sunday, 3 October 2010

Les Yeux Ouverts

It's a rainy Sunday afternoon, which means only one thing: film time. 

I will admit I am not a 'movie-geek', I've barely seen any of the classics and in my DVD collection I have a grand total of 15 DVDs as I'm the kind of person who finds a film they love and watches it repeatedly. I am trying to expand my horizons and a couple of weeks ago we started watching Back to the Future, but the DVD stopped working about an hour in and that was the end of that. I feel it was a sign and that I should stick to what I like, having said that I'm planning a cinema trip to see Tamara Drew (Dominic Cooper...mmmhmmm) and Despicable Me (those little yellow blobs are just pure awesomeness). 

Anyway, I seem to have gone off the point somewhat. This afternoon I sat down and watched The Devil Wears Prada, described as a comedy-drama by wiki...not a bad combo tbh, I have seen this film many times and I love it. Meryl Streep is amazing and for some unknown reason, I want to work at her magazine. No, forget that, I want to be her...although maybe a bit nicer and less demanding. When I am an editor-in-chief I shall be as pure awesome as her. :P  

I thought my love of this film couldn't be increased until I heard in the background of one of the Paris scenes Dream a Little Dream, only it was in French. Now, I don't speak a word of French (I have my high school automatically deciding German was the foreign language for me to thank for that) but that language so just SO. DAMN. SEXY. So seeing as I am part of the technological teenage generation I was straight on to YouTube, found said song and have been listening to it for the rest of the afternoon. 

And now I finally come to the actual point of this blog, to share this very sexy song with you, the lovely people reading my blog. Enjoy... 



Saturday, 2 October 2010

A little later than promised...

I’m going topical for this blog post. Partly because in world of journalism you don’t just have to write down all the random thoughts in your head, at some point you will actually have to write about something relevant, but mostly because this issue is something that I do in fact feel quite passionate about.

The Commonwealth games are hitting Delhi this year and tomorrow (3rd of October) it all begins. As a fan of athletics I am excited, just like I am every time a major Athletics event invades our television screens. I always have, and probably always will, love this type of sporting event (I’m blaming indoctrination from a very early age) but this year I am somewhat conflicted.

We all know India is country riddle by poverty, slums and child labour, but how many of us are aware of exactly how bad it is there? I have been on Google and on Wikipedia and have found some basic facts that have not only shocked me, but also opened my eyes to exactly how terrible the situation is in India. 
  • The nation is estimated to have a third of the world's poor, with 42% of India falling below the international poverty line of $1.25 a day
  •  The number of people living in slums in India has more than doubled in the past two decades and now exceeds the entire population of Britain.
  • The number of people living in slums is projected to rise to 93 million in 2011 or 7.75 percent of the total population, almost double the population of Britain.
  • India has the largest number of children under the age of 15 in work in the world. Some estimates put the figure at 100 million children. In some cases, young children are forced to work for long hours for low pay and in dangerous conditions.

This is just the result of ten minutes of searching, I’m sure there is plenty more to be found out there. Of course poverty, slums and child labour are not unique to India, and there are countries and populations that have it worse. However, what astounds me is how India can justify spending $6.51 billion (making this year’s games the most expensive in history) on a sporting event when that money could be put to so much better use helping the people of their country. And they can’t use the excuse “its ok, the situation is improving” because it isn’t. It’s getting worse. Slum populations are increasing, which means the number of people living in poverty is increasing. 100 million children have to work instead of getting an education, enjoying their childhood and living without the responsibilities of an adult. They are being forced to grow up and are deprived of something they should have a basic right to.

While the country is busy shelling out billions for the games, Comic Relief has been spending the money to help the people of India. This year Comic Relief donated a total of £1,728,707 to five different charities whose aims are to do their best for the people, particularly the children, of India. This in itself is brilliant and is the result of lots of hard fund raising and charity events, but if you put that figure alongside the figure of $6.51 billion you can hardly compare them, such is the extravagance of the sum needed to make the games happen. So much good could have been done and so many people helped with $6.51 billion. 

This leaves me with the knowledge that as I watch the Commonwealth games this year, in the back of my mind I’ll have that nagging thought of “who could have benefitted if the money have been spent of something other than a brand new stadium?” And “why is it left to charities like Comic Relief, rather than the government, to do some good in a country obviously crying out for help?”