We watched Nowhere Boy yesterday. It was a really good film and the performances were fantastic. I would very much like to look like Kristin Scott Thomas when I get old. And I’m a little bit in love with Aaron Johnson.
"If I knew then, what I know now, I wouldn’t have had my little accident."
This was always my favourite scene in Beetlejuice. I just loved Miss Argentina. I was a little obsessed with slit wrists as a youngster. I used to draw them on at school with red Bic. My friend once showed my dance teacher, she didn’t look too impressed. Kids aye!
I feel like this all the time. I always think the worst and I’m constantly anxious. My nerves are shot and I can get really jittery. I believe in energies and sometimes I think they’re all aligning against me. At the same time if I want something badly enough I tend to get it, so I guess those positive energies align too.
Is this real? I’m not sure it is. But my word I’d like to swap places with Billie Piper here. David Tennant is my number one Doctor but Matt Smith is pretty hot. I saw Matt Smith in the Hawley Arms just before he became really famous.I brushed past him on the stairs and may or may not have touched his arm on purpose (I did do it. I’m a creep). I also had my first ever David Tennant dream the other night. I wish I could say it was awesome but unfortunately he just asked me to buy him a salad.
Today a work colleague told me I don’t look like the sort of girl who likes a man in a suit. Really? Surely every girl likes a man in a suit?! Even girls like me, who think hardcore gigs are the best place to go hot man spotting.
Maybe I’ve just been watching too much James Bond recently but a nice, black, tailored suit can’t be beat.
I reviewed Voodoo Hussy’s 15th January gig at The Borderline for Bring The Noise. You can read it here, please share the links and comment :) Just as an aside, I grabbed a few photos with Shabby afterwards, as I have a tiny (read: huge) crush on her. She was lovely and gorgeous and I’m gutted the photos came out so blurry. Oh well there’s always next time.
I look back on my time in Coventry with quite a rose tint these days even though I know for a fact it was one of the most miserable times of my life and for the first year I was so depressed my hair was falling out. I wouldn’t go back or anything but I have more fond memories than I think I had actual experiences there.
I know I can’t have the boobs but I want to look like this. The wedding diet has begun, and it’s let about losing weight than streamlining a bit. I’m walking to work and back every weekday and need to start some leg exercises. I might even get the old running shoes out and have a run….probably not though to be fair. It’s all about curves in the right places and less loose skin.
I would print this out and pop it over my desk to keep my inspired but I fear it’s a little inappropriate in the office.
Every time my mum tells me to clean my Converse because “I’m not a child any more” I feel like shouting this. Especially since I’m 29, haven’t lived at home for 7 and a half years and am getting married this year.
Now, I like Twilight as much as the next person but I am under no illusion that it has anything of value to say, that the books are well written or the films are well made. It’s a guilty pleasure that I indulge in (yeah I’ve got an Edward Cullen action figure and a 7 foot banner from the première, I have no shame. So sue me.) but despite my numerous band, film and tv related tattoos you will never find me sporting anything near this stupid. Especially when I’m 49! And yes, I know one day I’ll be 49 and have some dubious stuff on my body but that’s a whole lot different to what this woman has done. I can’t even begin to describe how creepy I find it.