The fruits of my labour...

Just to share a few screen shots of what I have been working on...
(and would also like to add that in the time I have been here (a few weeks) have become competent with two new programmes iMovie and iPages in order to create the DVD and magazine)...

Show me the way back to Essex...

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So amidst the constant job hunting, I have just decided to give 'Made In Chelsea' a whack (in the bath might I add) and it is everything I expected it to be - shit.


For those of you who don't know what I'm referring to, TV's latest reality hype is to shove cameras into affluent social groups and follow their 'day to day' activities... however the transparency of the staged situations is what has made it so successful. 


Although the characters in 'The Only Way is Essex' have non-existant IQ's, orange skin and wear platforms to go camping, they are bloody entertaining, and pretty much just smell of REEM!


HOWEVER, I will probably continue to watch the large headed, stuck up, non-Topshop loving Toff's in Chelsea for the duration of my unemployment. And I look forward to seeing the Newcastle and Liverpool versions too - I just hope the snowball doesn't keep rolling until every town has it's own programme!

End of an era :'(

Ahoy there!

I've just emerged from the pile of books which are contributing to my most final piece of work on my journalism degree (that's a lie... I have spent the whole day cleaning, dying hair and eBaying in order to avoid it, and am now creating a blog to postpone it even further) however I wanted to reflect on my feelings as the last 2 months in my Liverpudlian student home hurriedly disappear day by day...

On Saturday (3 sleeps from now) I shall be attending my Graduation Ball, along with my beautiful housemates, Amy Claire and Dre whom have really become great friends throughout our three years of learning about how to tell stories (journalism) and I honestly believe they will remain life-long friends. My first 2 years certainly did not go so swimmingly for a University student, and I didn't appreciate the whole experience until I landed here... at Garmoyle Road!

Yes, I just hopped over the road in my slippers, mid-blog, with passers-by wondering what the freak I'm doing, and risking the local scallies swiping my iPhone from my bare hands. So please appreciate the effort of this blog.

Anyway, it is within the walls of this modest, distressed, typical student home that I have flourished and really grown into my own skin. If pictures could have sounds and scents attached to them, here would be a few: (I understand that these may be appreciated more by the people they involve, nevertheless...)

• Any Whitney ballad...
• "Dre we're leaving"
• Fried chicken with Nando's sauce
• Menthol roll ups
• Many a kind of alcoholic beverage...
• Strong strong oven cleaner
• Hairspray, perfumes & other girly smells
• Hysterical laughter :D

I am so sad to be leaving what I regard as such a memorable and poignant part of my life, but at least a certain social networking site has allowed me to log all the memories with many a photo. Such as ...

To the girls: I wish you all the greatest success in life, and thank you for giving me one of the best years of my life.  I'll miss living with you all so much...
Dre - your slow hilarious comments and pearls of wisdom
Claire - your caring nature and dating mishaps
Amy - your incredible impressions and beautiful shower singing
Dani - your limited eating habits and our funny little chats

So now back to the essay, and after handing it in, 2 months of solid partying before entering the real world!!!

Filmed it... Edited it... Handed it in...

Since I last blogged about my documentary a lot has happened my dear friends! Shortly after my last blog about 'fighting my way to a documentary' i received a text of Mark to say filming in the school was not going to be possible. absolute nightmare. I had no idea what I was going to do a few weeks before my deadline. I felt hopeless. documentary-less. degree-less! 


But after consultations with my lecturer and then speaking with Mark again, I found out he had started teaching in a disabled school in Crewe, which I saw as a better story. So asked him to see if I would be able to go and film there with him.


It all turned out to be a success, after a number of nail-biting days! I also filmed in Mark's boxing club 'Team Chongi'.... this is the product of my efforts....

New Grad Ball Dress...

Can't wait to see it 

=)

OMG...

I'm beginning to put the Paul McKenna 'wishful thinking' into practice, whereby if I constantly think about how much I want this dress... 

for my Graduation Ball for the next month, then hopefully the 100 pound note I require for it, will appear in my lap ASAP.


Never in my life have I been so in love with a garment (But if you are listening God... not the shoes)


I wish... I wish... I wish... <3

Doin' it for the girls...

I read a fashion piece yesterday, which when summarised, pretty much said that women either dress to please the eyes of men or women. I don't mean in a lesbiany sense either. Take for example.... SJP

A style icon...  to women! But Men just think she's slightly bizarre. And the likes of Alexa Chung also conform to quirky vintage fashion. Whereas women like... Jordan

definitely dress to tantalize the eyes of the stag!

Personally I prefer to dress in a way that re-enforces my inner 'girl-power', I genuinely feel more satisfied by a female compliment as it's not likely to be generated by the amount of breast/leg/ass they can see! 

So big up the funky jumpsuits, Sherlock capes and slouchy Ugg boots!