A Snippet of Life

  Having just landed back in York after the best 6 week Christmas break at home (obviously NOT a ridiculous amount of time off AT all), I have been thinking about the two lives that I lead and how I never want this structure of my life to end, although I know that it inevitably will. I am sure if you reading this are or once were students then you'll feel the same about this stage of life, where you get the best of both worlds and a total life of bliss.   Firstly I have my life at home, in a kooshty little village in Suffolk. If I were to use the term 'unique' to describe this place then I would not be doing it any justice. This place is beyond unique, so special and I do not think you'll find another village like it in the UK! Everybody knows each other, cares for each other and certainly drinks with each other. In fact my liver gets a shock each time I come home from the second I set foot on the streets of Moulton (despite the fact Uni life is pretty heavy on the dr...

  So along with millions of others I have made one or two new years resolutions that I hope to stick to for the duration of 2016. One of which is to write more as I have become a bit idle on this blog towards the end of 2015 with assignments and festivities taking over! The other is the generic 'lose weight/ be healthy' having gained a stone whilst at university...oops! But I thought how appropriate it would be to stay loyal to my first resolution in beginning the year with a post on just that...resolutions.   We all make them, the 'new year new me' statuses flood our Facebook news feeds and do any of us stick to them?! Probably not. But there certainly is something in the air at this time of year that gives us the motivation to keep our self-promises for at least a week. The runners among us hit the January sales and purchase a brand new pair of trainers that aid them for the first few days of 'I'm going to run every day of the year...' until they give up...

'How long will it take us to get to York from Liverpool' 'ah only 2 hours you'll have ages before your connection' was the conversation that I had with my friend before boarding the train in Liverpool lime street. Little did we know how disastrous one journey could be... Upon entering the station, I recieved a text from my friend who was leaving York to go home for the weekend, warning me that there are issues at Huddersfield so I may want to check that my train is running as it takes that route. I walked in and didn't even dare to look up at the screen, but my friend had and informed me of the first bad news, our train had been cancelled. After our initial sigh and thoughts of 'just our bloody luck' we seeked out a helpful train worker who informed us that the best thing to do would be to head to Manchester and get a train from there. Perfect, no problem at all, so we headed to platform 1, eagerly awaiting our replacement journey.  As more and m...

  So I have tried something different in this post and I came up with the idea when struggling to focus on some Uni work and listening to loud music – a true procrastination invention. I often dance, I love to dance and especially when I have had some form of alcoholic beverage in my system but also when completely sober. I mean who doesn't have a little jig whilst getting ready in the morning?! Or any time of day really, whilst hoovering, washing up... in fact there is never a time when it is not acceptable. So the following piece has been inspired by me blasting Mark Morrison 'Return Of The Mack' into my eardrums and simply just writing. While writing I am imaging me dancing both drunk and sober, how it looks in my eyes and how it most probably looks to everybody else. I have morphed these thoughts into a drunken scenario in a club, just so that it had some kind of structure.   Hips flowing I strut into the club, body roll to the bar and shimmy in to get served firs...

  Having absolutely nailed the three hour journey up the A1 towards THE NORTH, myself and my amazing driver and lovely friend, Kerrie, arrived in York. Obviously, it being a Saturday night, we got glammed up and straight to the bottle. Being (semi) responsible, we ensured that our stomachs were sufficiently lined and headed to Pizza Express. The meal I chose was (from memory) my usual, remembering that it contained a bit of spice, but nowhere near to the extent that I experienced on this occasion. After about ten minutes of trying, the waitress noticed my streaming eyes and the fact that I really couldn't handle the heat (!) so she came back laughing and armed with a large glass of milk. As the evening proceeded and the wine consumption increased, my singing got louder and I found myself, my friend and after a little while the whole restaurant practically, singing Beach Boys 'Good Vibrations'! We then went on to a cocktail bar whereby you are given a book to choose from, so...

   After a long, beautiful yet mountainous and scary journey from one end of the island to the other, passing many a goat and crazy local driver along the way, we arrived in our perfect villa and dived straight into the infinity pool. Not a man-made thing in sight and the nearest big town was a twenty minute drive and even that was more the size of a village in England. It was called Fiscardo, to which I mistook when retelling Mum about the annoyance of my sister's lavender obsession, whereby she covered the pillow with the stuff, a right Fiscardo (of course I meant Fiasco).    As the week proceeded, we intended on doing something each day which included swimming in the see-through ocean and laughing at my sister's fear of seaweed; driving over (and I really do mean OVER) a mountain in order to get to some beautiful caves and stunning Myrtos Bay- taking each hairpin bend with great care and total terror, a sheer drop either side; attempting a BBQ, failing and then ...

  I must admit, I did have to scroll through my posts to make sure I had not written on this topic before, or at least for a while because it is a big bug bear of mine. I recently travelled to Scarborough from Ely (a good 3 hour trip) and during the journey I really felt somebody up there was not on my side. I was, and always am, placed near or next to the most irritating human beings to roam this planet, I mean they give you the option to choose the positioning of your seat, but I would much prefer the choice of type of people that you will be sitting near.   The first encounter of stupid people that I came across was from a woman who defined 'mutton dressed as lamb' with the shortest mini skirt on, tattoos up her legs, knickers on show and greasy hair, shouting at the top of her lungs whilst on the phone to her husband, how cramped the train was and bragging about the fight that she almost go in earlier that day - lovely!   My attention then turned to a blonde lady,...