Saturday, 20 November 2010


have had a lovely lazy day so far :)

have been doing some reading - i love it so much in the winter when you have a great book you can really sink your teeth into so i thought i'd do some book recomendations in the hope that you bloggers could share the satisfying feeling that youve got a great book to read. i love the fact that books have been the same for generations ; that as our technology slowly develops and perfects itself, the book never needs to change because it's already perfect.

my favourite books are :
-> naughts and crosses by malorie blackman - a thought provoking book with a mind blowing plot.
-> holes by louis sachar - a dreamy book about a falsely acussed teenager who is sentenced to dig a hole every day for a mysterious enemy.
-> cosmic, by frank cotrell boyce - a light hearted and comic tale about an unusually tall 13 year old who pretends to be an adult, actions that end up landing him and his friends all the way to the moon
-> harry potter by jk rowling- the last one is the best - the books are so much better than the films, and i'm sooooooooo excited to go and see harry potter and the deathly hallows part 1 tonight with my mateys!

Friday, 19 November 2010

children in need UK

please give all you can tonight, its for the children who need support in problems they should have never had to deal with. thankyou :)

Thursday, 18 November 2010

tennyson poem

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred

Saturday, 13 November 2010

new smellys from vivienne westwood!

a brand new perfume has been released by Vivienne Westwood called Naughty Alice. It's based on Alice in wonderland and is said to be her best scent yet, and you get a lovely bracelet with the bottle. However, at over a pound for just 1ml of Au De Toilette, it became a perfume well out of my league . Until now! I've just read look magazine, to find a promo on the perfume and a weird sign and a web address . Intrigued? So was I. i logged onto the website and had a bit of an explore. turns out you wave the sign in the magazine on a web cam and naughty Alice comes alive and asks you if you wish to join a competition to win a naughty Alice perfume set and Vivienne Westwood handbag! you can get your hands on the sign by checking out the website and printing it off. good luck!

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Make-up abuse. (500 words-opinion piece)

Orange foundation, fake eyelashes, fake tan, nude lips, ‘perfect’ blond hair, thick black eyeliner, one-hair-thick eyebrows, and clumpy mascara. What have you done to our kids? They all look older by wrecking their faces with cheap, chemical-ridden makeup from a ridiculously young age.
The concept has hit teenage girls hard as they cover up spots with foundation, when eventually the spots get worse because of the products they use, so they put on even more and it goes around in a circle. I am ashamed of some people in my area who wear this entirely fake make up look because it gives the wrong impression. Not everyone in school slaps on the slap, but the people that do are getting make up banned for the people who wear it properly, as well as banned for themselves.
Role models such as Katie Price and Paris Hilton layer make-up on and are famous celebrities. This creates another reason to wear make-up as teens interpret that wearing lots of make-up makes you popular, and if you don’t, then you are sad. It’s intimidating too, in town and when I’m out, to see all the “popular” people wearing tons of make-up. It makes less confident people think that they have wear make-up too.

Make-up can really wreck skin, especially from a young age, giving you rashes, spots and eczema. Some people believe its ok to wear lots of slap if you wash it off every night and use good brands, however only a handful of people appear to do both. Being so ‘fake’ wrecks your hair too, as straw like hair is conceived from daily straightening, teasing and hair dye. Their hair becomes lifeless and doesn’t even react to a breeze because of the amount of hairspray they’ve used.
I am not implying that I am entirely against make-up, as I love to mess around and experiment with it, but there is a limit. I really think there should be a home-economics class in school but there isn’t. It would be good to teach girls to save up for better brands but use them less, instead of buying lots of cheap make-up, and the best ways of removing make up before bed and cleaning your face properly.
It makes young people look so much older, which isn’t always good as they would probably get served in bars or get in to night clubs if they wanted to, and people might mistake them for being tarts, and rowdy, drunken men might make a move on them, which is a great shame as underneath all the slap they are genuinely lovely, pretty, intelligent and funny girls.
I do hope that there is a way we can stop this, I would love to organize a way to take some people who don’t feel confident without make up or without looking orange, to get a professional makeover, where they could get tips on the best ways of choosing and applying foundation, and how to put on eyeliner and mascara properly and so on, as it would really boost their confidence and help them be more naturally beautiful, which I am sure they are under all that slap.
© anon.  09/11/2010

Sunday, 7 November 2010


It strikes you how homely such a large city is. I have been three times with my family, and I loved it all and never seemed to get bored.  We didn’t do much tourist stuff, the Eiffel Tower, Disneyland, etcetera, but we saw the city for what it really is, the Place des Vosges, the authentic shops and overpriced, delicious restaurants, the old buildings like the grand town hall and the Louvre, La Defence, posh independent stores, the marvellous side of the city, the side it ought to be known as.
The incredible diversity of the city can be unsettling. I remember walking down a street one crisp, cold night, full of classy, cultural, cream buildings with black embellished balconies, with lavish flats from the first floor, where you can make out the grand chandeliers through the extravagant windows. Chanel and Chloe boutiques on street level, with stunning garments in the window, ready to celebrate the New Year. Just around the corner lay a desperate world, as the homeless attempt to stay warm on yet another bitter night. It really sinks in when you see such a variation of wealth in the space of two streets. Also I remember on the last day of our winter trip, we were up early to catch the train home, and in the metro station were at least 8 homeless people sleeping on the waiting seats.
I loved the sense of randomness in Paris. I remember in the Place des Vosges, we ate our ‘packed lunch’ (egg mayo and watercress on French bread-delicious) and went round the art galleries filled with delightful statues: couples, children and families, sitting, reading, dancing, and playing on one long shelf, all looking lovely together. We carried on walking where we discovered an amazing chocolate shop, with incredible life size roast dinners and chickens made entirely of chocolate, and the chicken was highlighted on the top with edible gold leaf. We stared at it for about half an hour, just amazed by what we saw. That for me was better than any trip to Disneyland, or any tour bus commentary. It’s these sort of things that I love the most on holiday, like when we went to the park in Paris one summer and we saw a girl walking in front of us. She was sporting a pair of jeans with some grass in the back pocket. We all thought she was mad, but she turned around a corner, and we could see she was holding a guinea pig! Walking the streets of Paris with a guinea pig! She must have been to the park to let it run around, as lots of flats in Paris don’t have gardens. Also, as we were walking along the river, near the Louvre, we came across a small crowd. They were gathered around a young man singing whilst playing a battered piano. The crowd were of all ages, and many were holding the lyrics in their hand, and were singing along merrily to the French song. Where in England would you find something so wonderful and unexpected?
The city always changed things around to suit the seasons. In summer there was crazy golf and amazing abstract wooden chairs outside the town hall, all free, courtesy of the mayor, and winter saw them transform into an ice rink and slides – which were again free. They shut one of the big roads that ran along the Seine in the summer and covered half with sand to make a ‘beach’. They also had an outside gym, huge hammock chairs under the trees that were kept out all summer, never vandalised, rain machines that sprayed out water to cool everyone down, and water fountains.
There was of course the more commercial, designer side - with the huge department stores selling dreadfully overpriced designer clothing, and money is not always taste, as some of the 2000 euro garments were simply horrendous. I saw a lovely pair of Givenchy black wet look jeans for 500 Euros, but I have an identical pair from H&M that were £15. Stupid really.
We slept loads in Paris. When we tell friends this they say we are mad wasting half the day sleeping. However, sleeping in France is better than sleeping anywhere in England. Also, it didn’t seem to just be us, as the residents all acted similarly, everyone was out from noon. I remember walking to the metro extremely early in morning to go home (8.30) and no one was out- all shops were shut apart from Paul’s café and the supermarket.
Croissants and bread are only wonderful in France –my French teacher says it’s because they use a different flour- I disagree as I think its because your on holiday- but I don’t want the croissants to be as good in England because it spoils them being so lovely in France. The only thing that made us get down the 98 steps from our flat was the worry that Paul’s café might run out of pastries. There was no escalator - that would be too un-French and normal.
 © 2010 anon.

Monday, 1 November 2010

first proper post :)

hey, this is my first proper post! i have decided to put up some of the articles and shizzle that i have written in the past. ill start by posting up my two travel writing pieces. there is one on dalwhinnie,a remote villiage in the scottish highlands, and also one piece all about the varoius trips ive had to paris. i hope you likey as much as i likey XX anon. ;)