Wednesday 28 December 2011

Better baking (cheat)

As mentioned a while ago, I really enjoy baking. However, my last attempt was, what you would call, an epic fail. Therefore, this time I thought it would be best to have a little help. Some might call this cheating, but considering what happened with my blueberry cupcakes, I call it smart.

I decided to make some chocolate cupcakes, courtesy of Green's Dennis the Menace Cake Mix. I've made these cakes many moons ago, and they always turned out beautifully. This time was no different.

You open the box, and twenty minutes later, you have a tray of perfectly cooked cupcakes. Just add the icing and little character motifs, and you're done. Granted, they're not the most attractive cakes in the world, but they taste wonderful. The plate of 12 were demolished almost instantly. Result.

Tuesday 27 December 2011

No.5 is No.1

Chanel No. 5 is considered by most to be the world's most famous fragrance. Released in 1922, it is reported that a bottle of this world-renowned perfume is sold every thirty seconds!

For some years now, I have coveted a bottle of this celebrated scent. This Christmas I had my wish granted, with a bottle of Chanel No. 5 Eau Premiere lovingly deposited into my Christmas stocking. The packaging is simple but unmistakably Chanel, with the little white and black box just as iconic as the glass bottle itself.

And what a beautiful bottle it is. Slightly taller than the classic No. 5, but still with the distinct square shape and bottle stopper top. The fragrance within is a reinvention of the original, similar but with a fresh modern twist, making it particularly suitable for a younger market.

As with all Chanel perfumes, you can sense the quality of the scent. They are incredibly long-lasting, and only a small spritz is required to smell beautifully all day. A bottle of No. 5 may be pricey, but it sure is worth it.

Monday 26 December 2011

A quality Christmas staple

When I first see the large tins of Quality Street piling up on supermarket shelves, I know Chrsitmas is just around the corner. For me, the Quality Street tin is a quality Christams staple that no household should be without (and we usually end up with a few!).

One of my all time favoutrite smells is that of a freshly opened tin of the famous chocolates. I'd recommend everyone to stick their nose in a brand new tin and have a good ol' sniff. They are also incredibly beautiful to look at, with their multi-coloured, iridescent wrapping. They won't stick around for long, I'm sure, so I'm stashing the Orange Cremes away from the resident chocoholic (my dad) as I speak.

Nb. Quality Street also make excellent poker chips. I see your Green Triangle and raise you two Big Purple Ones.

Sunday 25 December 2011

All the trimmings

Even though the Christmas lunch is not much more than a fancy roast dinner, I look forward to it each and every year. And it has so far never failed to disappoint me (thanks, mum!). On Christmas morning, the smell of the slow roasting turkey difts up the stairs, and I challenge you to tell me a better smell to awaken to.

Of course, the Christmas dinner would not be right without a few essential ingredients. First and foremost, the turkey, followed by the tricolour of winter veg: carrots, parsnips and brussel sprouts (yes, I actually like brussels). Then there is the stuffing (homemade, obvs), pigs in blankets, roast potatoes and gravy. However, no plate would be complete without the obligatory cranberry sauce.

As Christmas is the period of eccessive eating, the infamous lunch lasts several hours. With starter, main, dessert, cheese and coffee courses to plough our way through (as well as copious amounts of alcohol), it's no wonder we all feel the need to roll home at the end of the night.

Saturday 24 December 2011

The night before Christmas

Christmas Eve is not just my favourite day of the Christmas period, it is my favourite day of the entire year. I have an annual tradition that I go through, which consists of Carols from Kings complete with just lit alter candles, a Chinese takeaway from the restaurant down the road, and a snuggle on the sofa with the classic Christmas film: The Nightmare Before Christmas (more of a cult classic, I admit).

It's amazing how even though some things change, others remain steadily constant. When I was younger I loved Christmas Eve solely because of the presents. Waiting for Santa to arrive and deliver my goodies was the most exciting feeling. Now, however, the excitement and anticipation still grows, but for a different reason: relaxing with family over a turkey dinner and the inevitable Doctor Who Christmas special.

Friday 23 December 2011

Supermarket Starbucks

Like many, I do enjoy a Starbucks latté every now and then, and often have to stop myself from buying yet another every time I pass by that famous coffee chain (they are everywhere, after all).

However, I have never seen Starbucks products in a supermarket before. In the dairy aisle, nested among the milk and yoghurts, was this little delight: a chilled frappuccino in a beautiful glass bottle. Simply amazing.

Thursday 22 December 2011

Definitely not a baker

I love baking. Or rather, I love the idea of baking. When browsing the baking accessories section of the John Lewis website, for some obscure reason I begin to get ridiculously excited. The bowls, measuring jugs, cake cases and cookie cutters fill me with the intense desire to put on my apron and start sifting the flour. I even purchased a Le Creuset baby blue spatula on my last visit to the department store - I just couldn't help myself.

However, I will hold my hands up and admit that although I enjoy baking, I am definitely not a natural baker. On my last baking effort, I attempted a batch of blueberry cupcakes from a recipe I found ages ago in The Sunday Times Style magazine. The pictures shown looked absolutely scrumptious. My cakes, unfortunately, did not.

I couldn't even bring myself to take a photo of my culinary disaster. Not even the effects of Instagram could mask this epic fail.

Wednesday 21 December 2011

Wonderful Westfield

Since it opened a few months ago, Westfield Stratford City has been continually overflowing with hoards of shoppers. This influx of people was not surprising, and I decided to bide my time before taking my first steps into East London's newest consumer paradise.

I must admit, on my initial visit, I was slightly underwhelmed. Being very familiar with Stratford's sister mall located in White City, I had certain expectations. I was expecting this Westfield to be like a mirror replica of the other. But in reality it is very different, not just in the design of the space but also the atmosphere.

However, after numerous visits (I have been good and kept my purse firmly in my bag the majority of the time), Westfield Stratford City has really grown on me. During the Christmas season, it is especially festive. Jolly seasonal jingles ring out over the PA system inside the walls, and outside hundreds of lights twinkle around a buzzing ice rink. A little bit of Winter Wonderland of Stratford.

Tuesday 20 December 2011

It begins


As you must be well aware of by now, I am a bit of a WWE fanatic. And things in the 'E have just become even more exciting. For the last few weeks, a series of cryptic YouTube videos have infiltrated our usual viewing. They state that on the second day of 2012, we will witness a return of epic proportions.

But who could it be? As much as I hope these vignettes are suggesting the return of one of my all-time favourite superstars, Christ Jericho, I'm not getting my hopes up. This time last year, we were given a similar set of promos, only to be disappointed with the final outcome. Therefore, I'm remaining skeptical. Hurry up January 2nd.

Monday 19 December 2011

Presents you can't wait to give

When you are a child, presents seem to be the most important and exciting part of Christmas. It's sad, but true. The real meaning of Christmas takes a back seat to the large red and white character of Santa Claus, with his sleigh full to the brim with beautifully wrapped magical gifts. As you age, however, things begin to change. Although presents continue to contribute to the majority of Christmas preparation time, giving them to your nearest and dearest greatly trumps receiving them.

As mentioned in a previous post, I absolutely love taking a trip to my beloved Paperchase in order to stock up on my gift-giving necessities. This year though (mostly due to sheer laziness on my part), I decided to place my Paperchase order online. When the parcel arrived, I was ridiculously excited to see my goodies: cards, wrapping paper, tissue, ribbons - the whole shebang.

I spent an entire evening lovingly crafting my masterpieces, complete with well wrapped paper and curled ribbon. And they looked amazing (even if I do say so myself). I can't wait to take on the role of Santa and deliver them. I'm just like the boy in the John Lewis advert.

Sunday 18 December 2011

Black Mirror

This was a strange series. After viewing all three episodes of Charlie Brooker's satirical sci-fi concoction, I wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. Part of me enjoyed the dystopian take on a future Britain, but I also found it somewhat pretentious.

It was only a matter of time before someone produced a programme critiquing our obsession with social media and reality television. These topics are very relevant to modern day society, and for the most part, Black Mirror covers them very well with its comedy-drama mix. Definitely recommended.

Saturday 17 December 2011

Free monkey nuts

I think Gourmet Burger Kitchen is my new favourite eating establishment (although I would never say that in front of Nando's or Pizza Express). Until fairly recently, however, I hadn't even heard of GBK. Then one evening at Westfield Stratford City, when my friends and I couldn't even get in the door of the ever-popular Nando's, we stumbled across this hidden restaurant gem.

It's such a simple idea, and simple is usually always best when it comes to food. The burgers, whether beef, chicken or veggie are absolutely divine, the chunky chips are some the best potato pieces I have ever had the pleasure of devouring, and the onion rings are heaven deep-fried. And you get a pot of monkey nuts on the house! What could be better than that?

Friday 16 December 2011

Snow way!

I could not believe it. It actually snowed today, albeit for a split second. Whenever I witness even the smallest speck of snow, I can sense the excitement building inside of me and I feel like a child again. Thoughts of sledging and snowball fights fill my head, and I watch eagerly out of the window in the hope that the flakes will continue to fall. And although the snow didn't settle and leave behind a glistening white blanket, it was enough to serve as a reminder that Christmas is almost here. I can't wait.

Thursday 15 December 2011

Surprised kitty


This is just the cutest video I have ever seen on YouTube, and believe me, I have seen my fair share of cute clips. As you may know, I am cat mad, so this was bound to pull at my heart strings. Those little outstretched white paws are beyond adorable.

Wednesday 14 December 2011

Black and gold, black and gold

I think I am a little obsessed with winter party dresses. In the past few weeks I have bought four beauties, and spent way more money than I should have. Unfortunately, I don't have any occasions lined up yet for me to wear them. I need to get planning!

You may be surprised to know that this latest dress is not a Claudia Winkleman number (gasp!). It is actually a dress that I had my eye on last winter. However, being by Reiss, my student budget would not allow me to shell out the £139 needed. And so I had to let the black and gold wonder go.

I was reminded of the dress when I saw someone wearing it recently, so I decided to search for it again in the hope may find it for less than before. And low and behold, I found a BNWT one listed on eBay. As you can imagine, due to my dress obsession, I just had to have it.

Tuesday 13 December 2011

Water skating

Every winter, ice rinks begin to pop up in various locations all over London. For the past couple of years, I have attended in the hope that this time, I will be a better skater. Unfortunately, that is never the case and I am just as rubbish on the ice as I remembered.

I've been to the rinks at Kew Gardens and Somerset House, both of which are situated in absolutely beautiful settings. This year, for something a little different, I decided to book tickets to skate outside the iconic Natural History Museum.

The museum building is always a stunner, and when lit up at night with literally thousands of Christmas fairy lights, it looks magical. The weeping trees drooping over the large square of ice were covered in little white lights and twinkling in the wind. It would have been a wonderful place to skate.

However, when booking the tickets there was something I didn't quite prepare for: the December weather. Just an hour before our time slot, the heavens opened and it poured. When we arrived at the Natural History Museum we were already soaked, and there was a puddle of water an inch deep in the center of the rink. The skaters from the slot before us (and there weren't many) were making their way around the rink with extra care, with their hoods up and a miserable look on their face.

Unsurprisingly, we decided against the water skating. I am prone to falling over, and falling over in a pool of dirty water is certainly not my idea of fun. As disappointing as this all was, I think I would've been more upset to ruin my beloved camel coat (a bad idea in itself). Hopefully we'll go again before the season ends, and it'll be a lot drier and icier.

Monday 12 December 2011

X Factor? What X Factor?

It was the final of The X factor this weekend, if you weren't fully aware. However, unlike previous years, I really was not interested at all in the contest's outcome. I have nothing against the contestants on the show. In fact, I really liked Little Mix and was glad that they won. But there was just no excitement, and my time watching the final was spent waiting for it to end.

Sunday 11 December 2011

Santa pub crawl

This year my friends and I decided to dive head first into the Christmas spirit and attend the 2011 Santa Pub Crawl. We donned our finest festive outfits to march from pub to pub (with a G&T in hand), all in the name of charity fund raising.

Finding a suitable Santa outfit was a daunting task. I had been told Ann Summers had a nice costume, but there was absolutely no way in hell that I would be venturing outside wearing something predominately intended for the bedroom. However, after some frantic Googling, I managed to uncover a sizable collection of different Christmas fancy dress costumes on Amazon. Again, the majority of those on offer were a little too slutty for pub-wear, but there was one I found that I believed I could actually get away with.

The festivities began at The George pub opposite Borough Market. Upon arrival at London Bridge station, it was easy to know which way to go when we spotted a gathering of appropriately dressed Santas. During the walk to our starting point, we unsurprising received more than a few funny looks from passers by (I blame the candy cane striped stockings worn by my fellow Miss Santas!).

The pub crawl itself was what I expected. Too many people getting suitably pissed in grotty pubs which were too small to accommodate this number of Santas. The event organisers (or Senior Santas to us mere peasants) had to split up the crowd in order to deal with the sheer volume attempting to enter the cosy but tiny drinking establishments.

After we had arrived at pub number 3 (out of 6), we all decided that it was just too busy and so marched off to the Pizza Express we passed on the way there. After a yummy Padana pizza and bottle of fizzy rosé, we were too full to rejoin the masses, and instead made our way home (complete with the obligatory funny looks).

Saturday 10 December 2011

Rainbow Connection

As it is the festive season, I felt it was appropriate to purchase a similarly festive nail polish. And what could be better then OPI's annual Christmas collection. This year, the London brand has teamed up with Disney's The Muppets, to create a series of nail colours that will definitely bring some sparkle to your office party.

Every colour in the collection is unique and beautiful. And with names such as Fresh Frog of Bel Air (Green), Warm & Fozzie (Orange) and Gettin' Miss Piggy With It! (Red), how can you resist? My favourite has to be the suitably named Rainbow Collection. Featuring glitter flecks in every colour of the spectrum, it is a party look essential. Your nails will have never looked so fine!

Friday 9 December 2011

Hello Haylows

I have been searching for the perfect pair of black party shoes for what feels like forever. As much as I love my Nine West peep-toe courts, they don't work for every occasion. Due to being slip-on heels, they slide off my feet when worn with my trusty black opaques. And I for one refuse to leave the house in the depths of winter with bare, pasty legs.

Therefore, I have been on the hunt for a pair of heels complete with ankle strap. I thought I'd found the ideal pair at my favourite shoe store, Kurt Geiger. However, by the time I got around to placing my order, the beautiful Androids were out of stock. I must admit, have never been so disappointed when indulging in a little bit of retail therapy.

Fortunately, whilst browsing (as I do), I came across the Steve Madden Haylows on ASOS. A pair of black size 5s wasn't available, but I finally managed to find a pair on eBay. Ordered from Charlotte, NC, they only took a week to arrive and cost less than our usual online retailer.

They are every bit as gorgeous as they looked on screen. And even though they have 5 inch heels plus a platform, the are surprisingly comfortable. In fact, finding an occasion to wear them may prove more difficult than walking in them.

Thursday 8 December 2011

Aladdin's cave for arty geeks

You might be surprised to hear that my favourite high street store isn't a fashion house, but a stationers. Paperchase is, by far, the most interesting place to visit on a shopping trip to the West End. The flagship store at Tottenham Court Road is an Aladdin's cave for arty geeks like moi.

I especially enjoy Paperchase during the run-up to Christmas. The products on offer are absolutely beautiful. Cards, wrapping paper, ribbons and bows, mini trees, decorations... even diaries for the new year. Everything a person obsessed with pens and notebooks could wish for.

What could make a trip to Paperchase even better? 20% off everything, that's what. An offer in The Guardian allowed me to save £10 on my annual shop. As silly as it may sound, I enjoy giving presents just as much as receiving, and choosing the paper and ribbon with which to decorate them is one of my favourite Christmas "chores". And with this bargain offer, it just got even better.

Wednesday 7 December 2011

Amazing Apple

I am an Apple (not the fruit!) addict. Ever since I laid my eyes on my first iPod, I have been in love with the brand. I have had two iPods, a Macbook, a 27" iMac and an iPhone. And as the saying goes: once you go Mac, you never go back.

Until now, I have been impressed not only with the style of Apple, but the quality. My Macbook is six years old and still going strong, despite taking quite a hammering during two intense uni courses. And the iPhone, despite being dropped onto concrete on occasion, has been ultra reliable.

But then the unthinkable happened. The iPhone stopped working. If it had been something trivial, I probably wouldn't have been too upset, but the basic function of a phone had ceased to work. And so I had no option but to take a trip to the Apple Store.

I was amazed at the service I received. Apple are renowned for brilliant customer service, but nothing had prepared me for what I experienced. I booked an appointment at the Covent Garden branch and saw an Apple Genius just after 11.40am the next day. Ten minutes later, I had a brand new, fully functioning iPhone. It is this that will make me choose Apple again and again.

Tuesday 6 December 2011

Deck the halls

It's that time of year again. Time to scramble around the dusty loft and search out those Christmas decorations. Personally, putting up the plastic tree and untangling the fairy lights is not my idea of fun. It seems to take forever and I'm never completely satisfied with the final result.

But I must admit, on a cold and dark December night, they do look pretty lit up in all their twinkly splendour. And those beautiful baubles purchased last month at Liberty's look particularly elegant hanging amongst the branches. Finally, it really feels like Christmas.

Monday 5 December 2011

Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland in London's Hyde Park is a popular festive family treat. But a word of warning: never ever visit the attraction on a Saturday lunch time. It is unbearable. Hyde Park Corner underground station is beyond it's capacity, the pathways are so crowded that it takes an hour to walk from one end to the other, and you have to queue to do any activity.

But aside from the blanket of people covering this corner of London's biggest park, the seasonal festivities on offer are pretty spectacular. The ice-skating is particularly popular, with barely any room on the rink to move. There are theme park-style rides ranging in size from the slow but beautiful traditional carousel to the plunging drop of the Power Tower. There are also many fairground games offering gullible visitors the chance to win a naff cuddly toy! (Generation Game, anyone?).

But by far, the best of all is the Christmas Market. Styled in a similar manner to the well-known and much loved German Christmas markets, there is a wonderful array of delights on offer. And this seasonal food and drink is more than just some roasted chestnuts. There is the Bavarian Village with its bratwurst and beer, fairground staples such as donuts and chips, and of course, what Christmas fayre is complete without our favourite, mulled wine.

Sunday 4 December 2011

Leonardo da Vinci

The Leonardo da Vinci exhibition at The National Gallery has been phenomenally popular. So much so, that the three-month showcase featuring some of the finest works of the Renaissance master together in one place has been a sell out. Luckily, I was on the ball and booked tickets well in advance (July, to be precise).

Even with the months of hype and critical acclaim surrounding the exhibition, it definitely didn't disappoint. Seven rooms had been dedicated to one of the most well known men of all time, each covering a different area of his work.

Of course, the paintings and drawings were the most impressive of all. Da Vinci's incorporation of delicate features and careful consideration of light and shade is unique and inspiring. The recently discovered 'Christ Mundi' was a favourite of mine, with the style and aura bearing a strong resemblance to Da Vinci's most famous work: The Mona Lisa (which, unsurprisingly, was not among the works on display here - I don't think The Lourve would ever let it out of its sight).

But for me, I was especially taken with the drawings of the human anatomy, accompanied by Da Vinci's distinctive left-hand mirror script. It is absolutely beautiful, and just as mesmerising as the art.

Saturday 3 December 2011

Countdown to Christmas

The chocolate Advent calendar, for me, marks the start of the festive season. Each little door, when opened, slowly and steadily counts down to what everyone has been eagerly waiting for: Christmas Day. However, it can be difficult to remember to head to the calendar on each day throughout the month of December.

And so, usually, I end up storing a weeks worth of chocolates between visits. But I have discovered that this is a great way of enjoying the cute chocolate shapes hiding behind the doors. On their own, they are far too small (granted, my Pepper Pig calendar is for children, but still). But six or seven at a time, now that is much better.

Friday 2 December 2011

Yellowcard @ HMV Forum

I have been a fan of Yellowcard for over five years. During that time the pop punk band have released several amazing albums, been on a three year hiatus, thankfully reformed and have recently embarked on a long-awaited European tour.

Due to being completely immersed in my postgraduate coursework, the band's UK tour in March earlier this year with fellow alternative rockers All Time Low passed me by. Luckily for me, during a rare break from study-hibernation, their second trip to London caught my eye and I quickly bagged myself tickets.

The gig took place in one of the few music venues in our capital city that I haven't yet visited: the HMV Forum in Kentish Town. I enjoy attending gigs in that area of North London as it has a great atmosphere and buzzing vibe. The venue was a decent size, but as usual became incredibly packed by the time the headline act graced the stage.

But the five year wait and crowded venue was completely worth it. Yellowcard are amazing live. Some bands sound great when recorded, but are a disappointment in person. Not Yellowcard. They actually sounded better live than they do on my iPod.

Ryan Key, with his true pop punk voice, can hit every single high-note he attempts, and Longineu W. Parsons III (what a name!) is an insanely talented drummer. But it is violinist Sean Mackin who steals the show for me. Having played the violin for a number of years, I have a soft-spot for this beautiful stringed instrument, and Mackin plays it to perfection.

The intricate violin playing (complete with vibrato) is a sound truly unique to Yellowcard. Most alternative music aficionados may say that a traditionally classical instrument shouldn't work in this way, but it does. It so does. In fact, it is the very thing that makes this band one of my all-time favourites.

Thursday 1 December 2011

I love Nando's

This is really just a Nando's appreciation post. The restaurant chain needs no introduction, with over 230 outlets located across the UK. In fact, I have only ever met one person who is not a Nando's fan (even vegetarians like it!). Now that's saying something.

I don't remember my first Nando's experience, but it must have been good because I have returned again and again. When asked to describe Nando's to my dad (who until today, had never set foot inside this fine food establishment), I was challenged to describe it in any way other than upmarket spicy chicken and chips. But that's exactly what it is, and what I love about it.

Wednesday 30 November 2011

My Week with Marilyn

I hadn't heard much about My Week With Marilyn prior to today. Somehow it had flown under my movie-watching radar, and if it wasn't for my on-the-ball mum, I probably would have missed it completely. However, as a big Marilyn Monroe fan (as well as being named after the Hollywood icon), my mum was quick to suggest we take a trip to the cinema.

When the opening credits began, I was ecstatic to see that the film was, in part, a BBC production. I always love proper British films. They have a unique quality that Hollywood movies could never replicate (The Kings Speech being another example of this).

The film begins as it ends, with Marilyn doing what she did best: being in the spotlight. The story, although I'm not sure if entirely true, is soft and insightful. The cinematography throughout the film is beautiful, and the performances are tremendous. Kenneth Branagh is brilliant as the revered Olivier. However, as in the story, he is surpassed by Michelle Williams, who captures the vulnerable and childlike Marilyn almost to perfection.

I would definitely recommend this film. Those interested in the old-school Hollywood glamour will enjoy it, as will those who love a British period piece. It is incredibly light-hearted at times, but like Marilyn herself, under the facade there is a sense of sadness that makes the film that much more poignant and real.

Tuesday 29 November 2011

A new favourite?

After my rant regarding the disappearance of my beloved Pollo Verdure salad from the Pizza Express menu, I have found a possible new favourite. Having being forced to lunch at the pizza chain one Saturday afternoon (due to circumstances out of my control), I was obliged to choose a new dish to try.

I went for the Padana pizza. Usually, I wouldn't go for pizza as they are far too big for me. However, I was taken by the goats' cheese and red and caramelised onion topping on offer. Unsurprisingly, due to my obsession with cheese and onion, it was absolutely delicious. The sweet golden onion chutney contrasts beautifully with the subtle sharpness of the cheese (I'm drooling just thinking about it).

I will admit, if given the choice I would opt for the Pool Verdure in a heartbeat. However, the Padana is now a front runner for dish of choice on my next visit to my favourite pizza restaurant.

NB. The Padana pizza is now in the Pizza Express range available in supermarkets. I know what I'm having for lunch this weekend.

Monday 28 November 2011

Stop it Claudia

I just did it again. I purchased another Claudia Winkleman dress. I had been bowled over by the gorgeous red and black lace number Ms. Winkleman wore during the Strictly Come Dancing Halloween special. However, despite spending too many hours searching on the web, I was unable to find the dress. That is, until today.

Whilst browsing (as I often do) on the Topshop website, I stumbled across the burnt velvet beauty. The Dolly Dress by Goldie is, at £68, a tad on the expensive side, but I think it is well worth the price. However, for the sake of my steadily depleting bank balance, I sincerely hope that the Strictly style queen wears something cheap and/or ugly next week. It's possible, but highly unlikely.

Sunday 27 November 2011

Rent-a-Cat

I am the definition of a cat person. They are amazing creatures, and I love everything about them. In fact, I don't think I would be too upset if I ended up being one of those crazy cat lady-spinster types (although I'd better not tell my boyfriend that).

Unfortunately, my family haven't had the pleasure of permanent feline company for a few years. We live on a busy road and it's just not worth the risk or the stress. However, we have started up a new veture: Rent-a-Cat.

When my aunt jets off on her tri-annual holidays, we take on the responsibility of looking after her cat. It's a win-win situation. She doesn't have to worry about her beloved furball, we get to have a cat around the house without the long-term burden, and Mitt gets a little spa vacation of her own away from the rough fingers of my aunt's tearaway toddler.

Mitt enjoyed her holiday with us so much that she didn't want to go home, and my dad had to get her out from under my bed with a broom.

Saturday 26 November 2011

Alice's Shop

One of the more obscure tourist attractions I came across during my road trip to Oxford was Alice's Shop. Located on a busy main road opposite Christ Church Cathedral, the shop is an Aladdin's cave full to the brim with Alice in Wonderland gifts and memorabilia.

Apparently, Oxford is the birth place of Lewis Carrol's masterpiece, with many inspirations for the stories originating from the city. In fact, Alice's Shop is featured in the story Through the Looking Glass.

When I first set eyes upon the shop, I was disappointed. It is much smaller than one would expect, and the outside is surprisingly understated for a fantasy novel. However, once you step inside, you are transported into the Victorian world of Alice. It is so quaint, with nick-nacks everywhere you look. I was actually overwhelmed by the sheer volume of stuff on display in the deceptively small space.

I couldn't help myself though, and I treated myself to my own little piece of Wonderland in the form of an apron decorated with all the magical characters from the story.

Friday 25 November 2011

The Harry Potter trail

Deciding upon a suitable destination for a day-trip away from the hustle and bustle of London can be a difficult task. With so many towns and cities surrounding our capital city, choosing the best location requires a great deal of research.

After spending what seemed like a lifetime on Google, it was the city of Oxford which caught my eye. Lying only 50 miles northwest of London, Oxford is only a short motorway journey away. And aside from the world-renowned university and medieval architecture, the city is also home to a number of magical locations. Yes, many Oxford landmarks were used in the Harry Potter films (indeed, it was this fact that swayed my decision most of all).

So, if you're after an interesting and cultural destination for a mini road-trip, Oxford is an ideal bet. Home to a Saxon castle, numerous medieval buildings, the iconic Radcliffe Camera, a cathedral, and the second oldest university in the world, Oxford is a true English gem.

Thursday 24 November 2011

Downton fashion

Fashion has undergone a subtle but significant change in the second series of ITV1's period drama Downton Abbey. Set during the first world war, the ladies of Downton appear to have left their figure-hugging evening gowns behind in favour of a more relaxed, boyish dress. With Lady Edith Crawley helping the war effort by driving a tractor and Lady Sybil becoming a nurse, practicality is key.

Downton fashion has also become increasingly popular on the high street, with Debenhams announcing a major increase in its sales of (faux) fur capes, elbow-length gloves and pearls. And achieving the feminine glamour of the time on a budget has never been easier, with only a few essential accessories needed to recreate the look.

Wednesday 23 November 2011

Strictly gorgeous

The majority of fashion lovers tuning into Strictly Come Dancing every weekend would probably be watching for the hand-made sequin-fest adorning the celebrity competitors. I, on the other hand, tune in solely to admire the gorgeous frocks on the ever-stylish Claudia Winkleman.

Each week I fall in love with the presenter's on-camera wardrobe. For the Halloween special, Ms. Winkleman rocked a red and black floral lace number perfect for the spooky holiday. And on last week's show, I was instantly taken with the black chiffon and velvet dress with gold lace trim. As is my usual custom, I was straight onto ASOS and within minutes found the beauty. £65 from Dahlia, bargain!

Tuesday 22 November 2011

Fenton!




Unless you've been hiding under a rock, you will have probably stumbled across this gem doing the rounds on the net. With 80,000 hits already (and counting), this video clip of Fenton the dog (everyone's calling him Benton but it is, in fact, Fenton) chasing deer in Richmond Park is fast becoming a YouTube classic.

The first time I saw it, it made me giggle. Now, about twenty views later, it has had me crying with laughter. How the chap's 13-year-old son maintained his composure during filming is beyond me, I would have been literally ROFLMAO.

Monday 21 November 2011

A party fit for a princess

Yesterday I had the pleasure of attending a four-year-old's birthday party. Until fairly recently, I used to dread having to tag along to over-the-top gatherings for unappreciative toddlers. But now, I've begun to get quite into the whole occasion.

It's especially fun when the four-year-old in question is a spoiled little princess. There were presents galore piled up to the ceiling, covered in attractive pink wrapping paper with curly ribbons and iridescent bows. Approximately twenty screaming children were running around the beautifully decorated hall, all decked out in their party finery. We had a banquet table with a Disney princess tablecloth, and enough finger-food to feed an army. And to finish off, a fairytale castle cake bigger than the birthday girl herself. It was almost enough to make me like children.

Sunday 20 November 2011

Breaking Dawn

The Twilight Saga. A global phenomenon on a scale only slightly less than Harry Potter. I was quite late on the teen-vampire romance bandwagon. Although my mum purchased the first book when it was originally published, I never got around to reading it. Fast-forward a year or two and the Twilight franchise was in full-swing with feature length films hitting our cinema screens and stealing the hearts of teens worldwide.

The first film was magical, with its slow-paced plot and breath-taking scenery. The second installment, New Moon, introduced us to the new boys on the block (werewolves) and was 1000 x more action-packed. I'm going to ignore the third film (what was it called?) as it was just so bad it doesn't even deserve a mention. Then we get the final part of the story, Breaking Dawn, conveniently broken into two parts for maximum revenue (sorry, I mean impact).

To be honest, I had very low expectations for Breaking Dawn: Part I. Having not read the book (I succumbed to boredom somewhere near the beginning of Eclipse), the entire storyline was a surprise. Luckily for me, it turned out to be a pleasant one. With its beautiful tropical location, gripping storyline, unexpectedly decent acting and cliff-hanger ending, there's something for everyone.

I for one, cannot wait for Part II. It's just a shame we have to wait an entire year for the conclusion to this supernatural saga.

Saturday 19 November 2011

Welcome back Sarah Lund

I don't think I have ever been so excited for a television programme. Ever since I witnessed the final episode of The Killing a few weeks ago, I have been eagerly awaiting the much anticipated second series of the cult Danish detective drama, The Killing II.

Slowly unraveling over the course of twenty hour-long installments, The Killing has become one of the most critically-acclaimed TV shows of the last few years. I've tried my hardest to convert skeptics into believers, using my limited marketing skills to encourage friends and family to buy into this crime phenomenon.

Many seem to be put off by the fact that the dialogue is in Danish and they would have to read those dreaded subtitles. Now, this didn't affect me as I actually prefer foreign films with subtitles to Hollywood blockbusters (I would also like to state, for the record, that this is not because I'm a pretentious culture hog. Films not in the English language are, for me, so much more gritty and real than their million dollar budget counterparts).

But The Killing is so gripping that after a couple of views, you forget all about the subtitles. Both the storyline and the characters pull you in, in a way I have never experienced before. It's like a book you cannot stop reading, wanting to turn the page but also never wanting it to finish.

Now Forbrydelsen II has hit our screens, with our heroine Sarah Lund back to solve another mystery. Unfortunately, this series is only in the form of ten episodes. I guess this means we'll have to savour every second that little bit more.

Friday 18 November 2011

H&M and Versace

For all the hype over the H&M and Versace collaboration, ultimately I was disappointed. I'm not old enough to remember the fashion house's iconic prints of the 90's, but I can confidently say that if this recent collection is anything to go by, I wouldn't have liked it. The colours are garish. The digital prints are messy. And the styles are unflattering.

I have my doubts that those crazy people queuing over night at H&M's London flagship store, were actually there because they liked the fashion. Most, I bet, were there to get a designer item for a tenth of the price of a full Versace piece. And some of those were, no doubt, just there to nab some sought-after items to put on eBay and earn a quick buck.

The moral of this tale? I guess it doesn't matter what a dress or jacket might look like, as long as it is Versace. Fortunately for myself and my bank balance, I don't live by this rule.

Thursday 17 November 2011

Liberty Christmas

Liberty of London is a unique place. Yes, it's a department store, but it's so much more than that. Especially at Christmas. When approaching the imposing mock-Tudor building, with its beams galore, you cannot fail to be impressed by the grandeur. And when wandering around the outside, you are instantly captured by the imagination on display in the Christmas window visuals.

Inside is equally magnificent, with beautiful products in abundance. On my way around each perfectly arranged floor, I saw Mulberry, Alexander McQueen, Stella McCartney, and vintage Dior and Chanel. An Aladdin's cave of designer beauties. Four floors up is the Christmas Shop, a magical area filled with the sparkly spirit of Christmas. So mesmerising in fact, that I couldn't help but treat myself to a Liberty bauble for my Christmas tree.

Wednesday 16 November 2011

FU TFL

Part of me finds the mere existence of the London Underground amazing. The extensive network of tunnels deep below our capital city is, without doubt, an incredible feat of engineering. To be able to make my way from deepest, darkest Essex to the riches of West London in less than an hour is marvelous. And we must not take it for granted.

However, Transport for London is starting to, as Peter Griffin would say, grind my gears. Over-crowding. Delayed trains. Suspended services. Signal failures. And last week, four passenger emergency alarms on one Central line journey (granted, that's not particularly TfL's fault, but it still annoyed me enough to get a mention here).

The most irritating of all, however, is the ridiculous pricing of Oyster card fares. And in particular, the extortionate amount charged when someone like me, accidentally doesn't swipe in and out properly. Now, if this error was completely my fault, I would hold my hands up and not complain (as much). But this was solely the doing of London Underground and their stupid Oyster system.

On a stressful journey from Bank to Wimbledon via Waterloo, somewhere along the line my Oyster did not register correctly. What resulted was a journey, which should have been £4.60, ending up costing me £10. When Googling whether or not I could claim a refund (apparently I can't), I found that Waterloo is #1 in the list of stations over-charging passengers.

This did not surprise me. Waterloo is just a complete shambles, with barriers here, there and everywhere, and instructions to swipe in, out and in again. But for the amount of money TfL must bring in from passengers, you would think they could organise a proper Oyster system at one of their busiest commuter-hub stations. Although, thinking about it, their system seems to be a nice little earner for them. I don't see them changing it anytime soon.

Tuesday 15 November 2011

Catch-22

To get a job you need experience, but to get experience you need a job. This is the catch-22 situation myself as a recent graduate and so many others like me are facing in this turbulent economic time. Every job specification I find, even for so-called entry-level jobs, ask for 1-2 years experience. To me, that doesn't make the job 'entry-level'. But as we know all too well, it's an employers market. Employers can afford to be choosy, and advertise what used to be entry-level jobs, to those with experience. And this is what makes it incredibly difficult for graduates and others with little work experience.

Prior to the recession, employers were actively looking for excellent graduates to fill their vacancies. But with so many experienced workers out of work due to redundancies, employers are aiming their jobs to established middle-weights. And who can really blame them? If I was an employer and had to choose between an inexperienced university graduate and someone with years of experience in the job I'm seeking to fill, experience would win.

One could attempt to get experience through internships of voluntary work. But who can really afford to work for nothing? And that is why, when I see an advert for an entry-level job, I literally jump for joy. These are responsible employers, and someone I would be proud to work for. Let's just hope they feel the same way about me.

Monday 14 November 2011

The perfect shade of camel

For the past couple of seasons, I've been hunting for the perfect camel coloured coat. Sadly, that quest has been to no avail. The main reason for this is that camel is such an inconsistent colour, manifesting in various tones with hues of yellow through to pink. However, last week when I was watching good ol' This Morning, Holly Willoughby was sporting a smart winter coat in the most perfect shade of camel.

Quicker than you can say 'Jack Robinson', I was on the net Googling away in the desperate hope of finding my color-match made in heaven. But being spotted on Holly, I was worried that the coat would be out of my student price range. However, after some serious research, I eventually found it! Luckily for me, Ms. Willoughby loves the British High Street as much as me. The coat in question is from French Connection, and comes in at a just about manageable £165. So without much consideration, I dived straight for my wallet and hit 'Pay'.

Sunday 13 November 2011

I'm a Nobody...

There's rubbish reality TV, and then there's 'I'm a Celebrity... Get Me Out of Here!'. It is head and shoulders above the competition when it comes to absolute drivel. At least with the likes of Strictly Come Dancing and The X Factor, the participants have some sort of talent and provide at least mild entertainment value. But with I'm a Celebrity, there is none of that.

In fact, I'm hard pressed to call the contestants celebrities at all. Granted, I'm not the most clued-up celeb buff out there (you definitely wouldn't catch me nose-deep in Heat magazine), but this crop of so-called stars are genuine nobodies. The fact that the most well-known person is Mark Wright from TOWIE, says it all. And with that, there's really not much else to say other than, for the next three weeks, I will be giving that sorry excuse for entertainment an extremely wide berth.

Saturday 12 November 2011

My guilty pleasure

As mentioned in my introductory post, I have a secret love of WWE Wrestling (although, not so secret now that I'm broadcasting this into the blogosphere. Luckily for me, I don't think this will reach many readers' eyes!).

I watch the TV programmes, have the official t-shirts of my favourite superstars, and last night went to my second live show at the O2 Arena. As much as I love my weekly fix of total non-stop action in the form of Monday Night Raw and Friday Night SmackDown, nothing can match the real thing. In a venue supporting 16,000 people, all who share the same passion for sports entertainment, the atmosphere is incredible and the chants that break out across the sea of spectators have real clout. Indeed, I don't think I've heard a crowd boo as loudly as those did last night when John Cena made his hotly anticipated appearance (it's so true, people love to hate).

Although I was unable to bag myself floor tickets, I was pleasantly surprised with how close to the ring my seat was. And aside from the screaming kids sitting behind me and bursting my ear drums with their high-pitched shrieking, it was a hugely enjoyable experience. I got to appreciate the fantastically toned physiques of Cena and Alberto Del Rio, and the hilarious mic-work of The Miz and CM Punk.

The night would have been complete if it were not for the extortionate price of refreshments. I was tremendously looking forward to indulging in a sickly portion of sweet and sour chicken as I sat back and enjoyed the greased up macho men grappling with each other, but to my horror a small portion of my favourite Chinese cuisine would have set me back an eye-watering £9. Usually I would never say no to sweet and sour, but in this case I had to make an exception (I am a student, after all).

WWE returns to the UK in April 2012 for the WrestleMania Revenge Tour, and tickets go on sale this Friday. Hopefully, I'll be quick enough to nab the best seats in the house and experience an even better show next time around. However, you can guarantee I won't be shelling out a tenner for snacks.

Friday 11 November 2011

Pop on a poppy

Today is a special day: 11/11/11. But what with the obvious abundance of legs elevens on the calendar and the predictable number of conspiracies and 'special events' this phenomenal palindrome will inevitably spawn, it is easy to forget that the 11th November is also Remembrance Day. The day when we take a step back from our hectic daily lives and remember those that gave their lives so that we can live ours.

I think it's wonderful to see all our well-known TV personalities donning their poppies in support of this important memorial day, although the apparent need to 'bling' them up is, I feel, completely unnecessary (I sincerely hope the money for these Swarovski encrusted emblems goes to the cause they are trying to promote)! It's also especially encouraging to hear about the outcry from football players, politicians and even Prince William, over the absurdity of the Fifa poppy ban. Rightly, Fifa backtracked on their original decision, and England players are now free to wear their poppies with pride during the international friendlies being played over this Remembrance weekend.

Thursday 10 November 2011

Novelty knits

What better trend can there be for the festive season than novelty knitwear? From cute animal motifs to bold geometric patterns, there's a winter woolly to suit everyone. For cheap and chic, look no further than Topshop and ASOS, who have some wonderful reindeer inspired designs.

And for those who fancy something with slightly more pazazz for the party season, why not treat yourself to a sumptuous sequin piece from Markus Lupfer? After all, what's Christmas without a little bit of indulgence...?

Wednesday 9 November 2011

The Pollo Verdure lives on

I challenge you to find me one person who does not love Pizza Express. It has it all: delicious menu, excellent service, and bargain price. That is, until now. Apparently, the restaurant chain has undergone a series of 'subtle' changes to make their customers' experiences just that little bit better. Unfortunately for me, these changes are not so subtle. They have drastically altered their menu, resulting in the conspicuous absence of my favourite dish: the Pollo Verdure salad.

Prior to these changes, my typical Pizza Express experience was a repetitive but beautiful affair. I would know exactly what I was going to order, long before the waiter had placed the menu in my hands. Some may say that I am boring, and should explore the other amazing dishes on offer. However, as the old saying goes, why fix something that isn't broken? Why order a different dish when I know I would enjoy the Pollo Verdure more?

And now, with my dish no longer available, what's a girl to do? The answer is simple: I am going to make my own Pollo Verdure salad. After Googling the recipe to ensure I replicate the dish as closely as possible, I can now enjoy the wonders of those roasted Mediterranean vegetables, crisp rocket and spinach, tender chicken pieces and zingy dressings at home.

I will, no doubt, still venture to Pizza Express on the odd occasion. The dough balls are legendary, and I have yet to find a chocolate fudge cake that is as divine as theirs. But so long as the Pollo Verdure salad remains off the menu, I will be unable to sing the Pizza Express praises like I once did.

Tuesday 8 November 2011

Pudsey gets a make-over

It's that time of year again when Pudsey Bear makes his grand appearance in aid of BBC Children in Need. But as you may have noticed, Pudsey seems to have undergone a series of designer make-overs. Instead of the iconic yellow fur and polka dot eye-patch we are all accustomed to, Pudsey has been decked out in a variety of different colours, materials and prints created by the crème de la crème of British fashion design, including Henry Holland, PPQ and Giles Deacon.

The bears are currently on display at Liberty of London until 19th November, before being sold at auction to raise money for the charity. So if, like me, you're desperate to get your paws on one of these unique little mascots, you'd better head over to eBay, get your plastic out and be prepared to dig deep.

Monday 7 November 2011

Save us Simon

As this year's series of The X Factor approaches the half-way stage, I feel now is a suitable time to evaluate the current crop of contestants beamed into our homes every Saturday and Sunday night. Unlike previous years, I can genuinely say I have not got a scooby-doo who will be crowned the 2011 winner. On the upside, this uncertainty does make the show a bit more interesting to watch. However, it also highlights the fact that this year, the talent is severely lacking.

Aside from Janet, I don't see any potential stars in the line-up. No doubt there are some great singers still in the running (Marcus in particular is becoming the dark horse of the competition, and no one can deny Kitty has a powerful set of lungs on her), but as reiterated time and time again by the judges, The X Factor is not just about the voice. It's about something more, and I have yet to see it.

The new judging panel has also affected my enjoyment of this series. At first, I like the fresh feel Gary, Kelly and Tulisa brought to the show. The format was beginning to feel a bit tired, and the new panel appeared to give the show the lift it desperately needed. But as the weeks have gone by, I began to realise that the programme is just not as good without Simon Cowell.

As much as I like Gary, he just does not have the aura of Mr. Cowell. Simon brought with him a real sense of authority; if he said someone was going to be a star, I believed it. Unfortunately, this year, without the words of Simon to take as my pop gospel, I don't see any stars in the making.

Sunday 6 November 2011

Remember, remember

Fireworks night. Sparklers, Catherine wheels, bonfires and... rain. As is the case almost every year, my November the 5th was again marred by the most British of elements. To be fair, the rain was kind enough to delay its arrival until after the displays had commenced, but with my frizz-prone hair, that is more than enough to make the whole occasion a miserable one.

And while it is tempting to put up with the inevitable soaked duffle coat and muddy wellies to enjoy a glorious display of colours and patterns in the night sky, this year I decided to admire the multi-coloured splendour from the comfort of my (warm and dry) sofa. Luckily for me, I live in a neighbourhood where each household appears to be in direct competition with the next to produce the most over-the-top, grandiose display possible from a semi-detached back garden, allowing myself to enjoy the bonfire night experience without the frost-bitten hands, soggy coat and smoke-scented hair.

Of course, being a distant spectator has its downside. I missed the atmosphere circulating around the audience as they wait with anticipation for the main event to commence, and the distinct yet enticing scent of gunpowder in the air. And so I hope next year the weather will be more forgiving, so that I can slip on my mittens, grab a sparkler, and fully appreciate the fireworks spectacular.

Saturday 5 November 2011

A sweater to die for

If, like me, you've been gripped by the Danish crime phenomenon 'The Killing', you could not have failed to notice the hype surrounding the star of the cult series (and no, I don't mean leading lady Sarah Lund!). I am, of course, referring to THAT sweater.

In almost every episode, the cream and navy wolly takes center stage, with Lund seemingly just as much in love with her knitted masterpiece as the rest of us. Unfortunately, for those of us without a television production budget, it will be difficult to get our hands on the original. Made by design duo Gudrun & Gudrun and hand-knitted with the finest organic Faroese wool, it's no surprise that the sweater will set you back a whopping €280.

Luckily for us, however, the high street appears to have cottoned on to the trend, with an abundance of winter knits in Fairisle and Navajo patterns gracing the rails of our favourite retailers. While I was scouring the stores in search of my Nordic fix on a budget, I found the perfect Gudrun & Gudrun imitation sweater from the newbie on the British high street block, Forever 21. Granted, it's not identical, but what high street copy is? But what it lacks in design, it makes up for with its beautifully soft feel and bargain basement price.

And it is with bated breath that I now wait (warm and snug, of course) for November 19 and the arrival of Forbrydelsen II on my TV screen. Let's just hope that along with Lund, that sweater makes a triumphant return.

Friday 4 November 2011

What's in a name?

As much as I'd like to say the name of this blog stems from my love of those late Summer nights when the days begin to get noticably shorter with every clock-rotation and you can finally wrap yourself up in your favourite cardi and indulge in a mug of hot chocolate without feeling guilty about being glued to the sofa in front of the TV... I can't.

The name actually originates from a guilty pleasure of mine: wrestling. When I was younger (and sometimes even now), I was mesmerised every Saturday morning by the insane characters, outrageous storylines and full-on attitude of professional wrestling. It was like a soap opera, but with 1000x more action. And I loved it! Of course, as a 12-year-old girl this was quite an 'unnatural' interest, and so no one outside of my immediate family was allowed to know anything about my love affair. I kept it hidden until very recently, when I rekindled my affection for 'sports entertainment'.

Now, however, I'm older and wiser. Much wiser. And I've come to realise that half-naked muscular men covered in baby oil grappling intensely with other half-naked muscular men covered in baby oil is in fact incredibly homoerotic... which now I think mesmerises me most of all.

NB. To publish this into the unforgiving realm of the blogosphere is perhaps unwise, and I am fully prepared for the onslaught I will inevitably face. Yes, I am a 23-year-old female wrestling fan, but please don't judge me for it.