I love Halloween. I usually make a big effort and spend money I don't have on a good costume. But this year I unfortunately have to be an outfit repeater (say it ain't so). I am dressing up as Peter Pan, using an outfit I bought one time for an eighteenth birthday party. I am totally (totes) devastated (devo). I'm going to 'pimp it out' as the youth say and make myself a zombie Peter Pan as there has been a zombie apocalypse on Neverland (if you hadn't heard). I feel as if there will probably be another Peter Pan at this club I'm going to tonight so that is another reason why I'm twisting a classic character. I am totally (totes) original (orig).
Alas, it is not all fun and games as I am disastrously working until 10pm giving me a WHOLE HALF AN HOUR to get back to my halls, change, put on my makeup and get a little bit tipsy so I don't end up over spending at this ridiculously priced night club (wow). So I'll probably end up catching the tube on my own and then fail the mission of finding my friends resulting in a lonely night bus spectacle back to my room to watch Bridget Jone's Diary. Oh, by the way, the night club is called egg. Sounds cracking (pun intended), and I hope I bump into Lady Gaga (also intended).
I am currently in the library (which is very busy) writing a blog hoping that people aren't judging me. So to make me seem normal I'm flicking from tab to tab with more conventional sites in them, only to find out via Twitter that Nicole Scherzinger has been spotted in ASDA. Hurrah for social media.
Wednesday, 31 October 2012
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Sleepy head...
I am probably the laziest blogger on this site. It's half past twelve and the most I've done today is check my e-mails and put my laptop on my lap. I could happily ignore 10 alarms and go back to sleep knowing I've got important stuff to do. I don't think this is healthy and I need an alarm clock that sounds like someone is getting stabbed in my room. Here in my halls of residence the fire alarm is known for randomly going off and this gets me up no problem. So I think there should be an alarm system in the fire alarms. The word alarm doesn't even sound like a work anymore, just a sound. Try it. Alarm. Alarm. Alarm. Alarm. Alarm.
Now I have lots of reading to be getting on with so I can't stay here and keep writing (even though that sounds like the best option). So I shall leave you with this.
Alarm.
Now I have lots of reading to be getting on with so I can't stay here and keep writing (even though that sounds like the best option). So I shall leave you with this.
Alarm.
Sunday, 28 October 2012
Jack in Wonderland...
I've been thinking about how often I should update this blog. Weekly? Daily? Or when I just feel like writing. I've decided to go for whenever I feel like writing, but will never leave a week unwritten. I know this spring of thought is very complicated, but I guess that's just me. Moving on. I'm currently with a corned beef and mustard sandwich laying in my bed after what could of been the longest weekend of my life.
My mother, sister, grandmother and my cousin came up to London to visit for a couple nights. It was delightful to see them and maybe I miss home more than I think I do. Saying goodbye is very hard. I didn't cry but there was certainly a tear trying to escape. After a late arrival on the Friday we went straight to our hotel and had a catch up over wine and Alan Carr.
I haven't been to every city obviously, but I honestly think London is the best city in the world. It has a bit of everything (minus the weather). The beauty of Paris, the New York character, the nightlife of Amsterdam and enough landmarks for you to never want to visit another city ever again. So because London has won the Best City Ever Award at the Jack Awards, it would be rude not to go into central to do some fun things.
Firstly we went to Camden Town with our all day travel-cards and oyster cards. I really love Camden market more than life itself but the amount of hipster wankers is ridiculous. Everywhere you look you seem to have someone trying to look individual when they just look plain stupid in sight. Afterwards we headed over to Covent Garden (another favourite location of mine) where we had a few drinks and watched street performers before heading over to Summerset House.
I was looking forward to this. The beautiful Summerset House was getting ready for the festive season putting up the ice-rink for people to pay ridiculous amounts of money to fall over. Advertised all over London is the Tim Walker - Art of Storytelling exhibition and I've been so excited to go and view his work in person. Walking into the east wing of the house felt like falling down the rabbit patch hole into a even more twisted Wonderland. Not only a Wonderland, but a fashion lovers dreamworld with one of the most famous fashion photographers work on display, with photos of fashion icons including Alexander McQueen, Tilda Swinton and Helena Bonham Carter. With quotes on the wall by Walker himself in the different rooms with different themes of the art of storytelling, this truly gave me a huge insight on how Walker works as a photographer and there is an amazing collection of work at the gallery. My favourite was the 'Giant Doll' pieces - look it up!
I'm going to stop there as I'm very tired and I fear that I am boring you. Not to mention my grammar and wording. I've also decided to dedicate this Sunday night to Hilary Duff and watch her entire collection of films before heading to the land of nod. Until next time, goodnight...
-Jack
My mother, sister, grandmother and my cousin came up to London to visit for a couple nights. It was delightful to see them and maybe I miss home more than I think I do. Saying goodbye is very hard. I didn't cry but there was certainly a tear trying to escape. After a late arrival on the Friday we went straight to our hotel and had a catch up over wine and Alan Carr.
I haven't been to every city obviously, but I honestly think London is the best city in the world. It has a bit of everything (minus the weather). The beauty of Paris, the New York character, the nightlife of Amsterdam and enough landmarks for you to never want to visit another city ever again. So because London has won the Best City Ever Award at the Jack Awards, it would be rude not to go into central to do some fun things.
Firstly we went to Camden Town with our all day travel-cards and oyster cards. I really love Camden market more than life itself but the amount of hipster wankers is ridiculous. Everywhere you look you seem to have someone trying to look individual when they just look plain stupid in sight. Afterwards we headed over to Covent Garden (another favourite location of mine) where we had a few drinks and watched street performers before heading over to Summerset House.
I was looking forward to this. The beautiful Summerset House was getting ready for the festive season putting up the ice-rink for people to pay ridiculous amounts of money to fall over. Advertised all over London is the Tim Walker - Art of Storytelling exhibition and I've been so excited to go and view his work in person. Walking into the east wing of the house felt like falling down the rabbit patch hole into a even more twisted Wonderland. Not only a Wonderland, but a fashion lovers dreamworld with one of the most famous fashion photographers work on display, with photos of fashion icons including Alexander McQueen, Tilda Swinton and Helena Bonham Carter. With quotes on the wall by Walker himself in the different rooms with different themes of the art of storytelling, this truly gave me a huge insight on how Walker works as a photographer and there is an amazing collection of work at the gallery. My favourite was the 'Giant Doll' pieces - look it up!
I'm going to stop there as I'm very tired and I fear that I am boring you. Not to mention my grammar and wording. I've also decided to dedicate this Sunday night to Hilary Duff and watch her entire collection of films before heading to the land of nod. Until next time, goodnight...
-Jack
Thursday, 25 October 2012
Me, Myself and Vodka
Urm, hello? It's a veritable thrill to see you all reading my blog that I got told to start in order to have a better future career as a journalist. Well, my name is Jack Rattenbury, I'm eighteen years old from an average size town on the south Welsh coast. Like most aspiring feature writers I've moved to London, but I've only gone and done it in my student years. I'm studying Publishing, Journalism and Media at Middlesex University. I seem to be getting poor very quickly, in fact tonight I have decided to stay in and do my ironing because I can't afford to go out, and when I do go out I resemble Gordon Ramsey's forehead because of all the creases in my clothes.
But in all honestly I am having the best time of my life. The nights out are fantastic, my course is great and I've met some lovely people. I'm not even as homesick as I thought I would be. Coming from a very close family in Wales, I thought I would be crying every night under my duvet with my two gay boyfriends, Ben and Jerry. But I really haven't. Of course I'm excited to go home to visit my friends, family and my beautiful bed. But I'm very happy here. I'm in London for fuck sake.
So I'm poor and not homesick. Is there anything else I can tell my blog reader friends about myslef? Ah yes, I'm single. I'm single and gay. Also I feel as though I will be single for the rest of my life as the only realistic relationship I've had in the past 18 years of my life has been with a bottle of vodka. Here at university I have met a few gay people, but once friendships are established I tend to keep the label 'friends' as I don't want to add lonely to the list of adjectives that I would use to describe myself.
Shall we leave it there? I think we should as I feel another night with my two boyfriends will be on the cards very soon if I carry on. But no I am fine. Sweaty and lazy, but fine.
-Jack
But in all honestly I am having the best time of my life. The nights out are fantastic, my course is great and I've met some lovely people. I'm not even as homesick as I thought I would be. Coming from a very close family in Wales, I thought I would be crying every night under my duvet with my two gay boyfriends, Ben and Jerry. But I really haven't. Of course I'm excited to go home to visit my friends, family and my beautiful bed. But I'm very happy here. I'm in London for fuck sake.
So I'm poor and not homesick. Is there anything else I can tell my blog reader friends about myslef? Ah yes, I'm single. I'm single and gay. Also I feel as though I will be single for the rest of my life as the only realistic relationship I've had in the past 18 years of my life has been with a bottle of vodka. Here at university I have met a few gay people, but once friendships are established I tend to keep the label 'friends' as I don't want to add lonely to the list of adjectives that I would use to describe myself.
Shall we leave it there? I think we should as I feel another night with my two boyfriends will be on the cards very soon if I carry on. But no I am fine. Sweaty and lazy, but fine.
-Jack
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