Sunday 16 October 2011

A Few Weekends In Outfits...That Title Doesn't Even Make Sense...I'm Awful At This...Seriously...

Over the past few weeks I've had the absolute pleasure of being able to have three of the most amazing experiences in my life. However, because I become completely inarticulate when attempting to describe said experiences, I decided it was probably best if I just posted photos of the outfits I wore. Obviously. That would just be an easy alternative, wouldn't it? So, without further ado, MY OUTFITS!


The Overtones, 2nd October. Possibly the greatest night of my life so far. It'll probably be the last few hours I'll remember when the dementia's got me. And I can't even fathom the words to describe it. Ajdbchbajcbihabc. That is all.

Everything is basically from Topshop. Wait...yeah, everything. Something is going to become very clear as this article progresses...


My Cousin Louis' Wedding, 7th October. It was 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' themed. And it was awesome. And I loved it. And it was also one of the best nights of my life. And there was dancing. LOTS AND LOTS OF DANCING!

Dress-Topshop ( it becoming any clearer now?)
Shoes-Irregular Choice


Noah And The Whale, 9th October. The Overtones and Noah And The Whale are pretty much the only two modern bands that I fangirl over, so seeing the both of them in the matter of a week was really something. It was all standing (except for the old folks in the balconies) and I was the smallest person there and yes, a couple of times I did get trampled on...BUT IT WAS STILL A NIGHT OF AMAZING BRILLIANCE!

Please excuse the ugly wires in the corner.
 Jumper, shirt and Chelsea boots-Topshop
My awesome earrings which you can't actually see but which totally need a mention-Urban Outfitters


The Day Of Extreme Boredness*, 11th October. I don't even know what to do with my life. And all I want to do is go shopping. And eat blueberry muffins. And the world is so unfair. How long until Downton Abbey comes on my telly-box?!

Shirt and brogues-Topshop...
Skirt-River Island

So I'll just sit here for the rest of the day with a face on me that looks a little like this....

....and firmly believe in the phrase that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. 'Cos I haven't seen my Sunday Staff Buddies in about three weeks.

Au revoir! Hold on a anyone still reading this?!

PS-anyone guess what my favourite shop is? ;-P


Monday 10 October 2011

Five Reasons Why I Will Never Trust Peter Lorre's Character In A Movie Ever Again


I have always considered Mr. Peter Lorre as the greatest character actor of all time. There is simply no denying it-THE MAN WAS FABULOUS! Whenever I noted his presence in a film, I always looked forward to his appearance, even if it was only for approximately ten minutes (I'm looking at you, Casablanca!). Okay, so maybe his characters never were the straightest rulers in the pencil case, but they were never entirely horrid-you always knew, deep down, they were alright fellows.

However, after watching one Lorre film (and said film will become known in a few lines time) I fear I may never be able to look at Peter the same way again. Behold, my five reasons why I will never trust Peter Lorre's character in a movie ever again!

1) Anyone who watches Fritz Lang's M and still thinks all Lorre's characters are sound guys seriously needs their sanity and morals thoroughly examined.

2) He peels oranges in the most peculiar way.

3) His voice changes with whichever language he is speaking. I know you may say this is stupid, but think about-you CAN recognise a voice even if the person who belongs to said voice is speaking a different language. But oh no, not with Peter-HIS IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! WHAT THE HECK?!

This is him speaking in M. Recognise that voice?! I THINK NOT!

4) His whistling is perfection. I can't trust someone with a perfect whistle.

5) Aren't these reason enough not to trust his characters?!

I'm not saying I don't like Peter Lorre-I still think he's one of the greatest actors ever ever ever...I'm just saying that I'll probably be having nightmares about him over the coming weeks and then after that I'll burst into tears every time he pops up in a film. That is all.