Thursday, 29 May 2014

Sex Sells

I know a lot of my posts have been plain text, but I wanted to share some of the fun photoshoots I've been lucky to have been involved with (and lets be completely honest, modelling doesn't come easy to a lot of us including and especially me!) We all know how important those profile pictures are, so we got a little serious (and satirically sexy, with a huge-mongous dose of swag).
The Swaggy Egyptian and the 'cold-eared' fisherman (not really the title)

Saturday, 24 May 2014

Getting Stuck

Life update: coughing continuously for the past week has left my ribs aching and my throat sore... FEEL FOR ME I'M A MAN, THEREFORE I NEED ATTENTION WHEN I'M ILL

Now that I'm right up in your face, invading you personal space (rhyming (and what)), lets talk. Lets talk about getting stuck. By stuck, I mean everything ranging from being down in the dumps, to running out of that magic mojo that makes you tick.

Anecdote: this post was inspired by a struggle myself and Niki had yesterday trying to think of a video idea (don't worry, we found it.) It's so scary when you just can't think, when you just can't summon the energy to conjure a marginally viable thought process. It's for situations like this that FarmVille was created and/or every cheap alternative of Flappy Bird (that seems to have found its way onto my phone (I hate myself.))

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

First things first, I'm going to apologise for not posting in nearly a week, I've been ill. Secondly, I'm going to apologise, in-advance, for the amount of time I will spend in this post whining about that fact that I've been feeling slightly under-the-weather with a lost appetite, and having developed the inability to regulate my own body temperature (you can just tell it was man-flu).

I can't be the only one that, when ill, forgets what it's like being 'normal'? I forget what it feels like to not have to blow my nose every five seconds, walk about without aching like an OAP (no offence to any old girl that stumbles across this). I can't remember what it feels like to not have to ingest a pack of soothers (leading to another 'sticky' situation A.K.A the runs, the squits, etc.), or keep rubbing that disgustingly-nostalgic Vickes into my chest (BLARGHHHHHH).

Monday, 12 May 2014

One year on

I was struggling to think how to begin this post, so I figured I would just start typing. From here on out, everything is the result of a stream of consciousness (and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing... We'll see!)

To Linda,
                exactly one year ago today I asked my best friend of five years if she would make me the luckiest guy in the world and be my girlfriend. A whole year ago I was sitting opposite you in a fancy-but-student-budget-friendly Italian restaurant in Chelmsford for our very first date. It feels like it was all just yesterday, and that's a very scary thought. We were the best dressed people in that place Linda (might I say: you were the best dressed person)! You were the vision of beauty whilst I was trying my best, whacking out the white shirt, smart trousers, and a nauseating amount of aftershave (I thought I looked smarter having my hair flat, too... you informed me otherwise)

Wednesday, 7 May 2014

Response to YouTube Culture | Sprinkle of Glitter


Louise, AKA Sprinkle of Glitter, AKA the lovely lady in the frilly skirt, made one of those video things. One of those video things that is on a scary topic - current YouTube culture.

In her amazingly honest video, Louise spoke about the changes she’d seen in the community, specifically the changes affecting YouTubers whom have a larger audience. She was talking about gatherings and meetups, and how she finds it difficult to handle as her audience has swelled and her popularity has soared.

Friday, 2 May 2014

Rituals, Routines, and Breaking Things

We’ve all got them. No, I’m not talking about sacrificing animal guts to your favourite satanic deity (we’ve all been there, right girls?). I’m talking about our daily rituals. Our daily routines that give us a bit of comfort and peace of mind. Or, I’m talking about those things that we have to do and we don’t really have much say in doing.