I must get out of the house

I have been in here for 24 hours and am so bored that for the past hour I have been looking up pictures of Ed Miliband a.k.a my embarrassing political crush. I know that it is acceptable to fancy David, but Ed - just no.

A Town Called Malice

The song I've been listening most to this week is A Town Called Malice by The Jam. I first heard it when I was about 11, as it's on the Billy Elliot soundrack (one of my favourite ever films). As a timid soul, there is one line in particular that I really like:-

Stop apologising for the things you've never done


I'm not one to prophesise too much about lyrics, but this one always makes me feel better when I think that someone is pissed off at me. Weller's powerful singing voice and the cracking bassline always take me away from whatever worried little mentaility I've got myself into, and allow me to have three minutes of sheer joy, and I can't help but dance around like a madwoman - not dissimilar to Billy in the film (although obviously far worse - and not in the street)

Embarrassing crush of the week

Anyone who's read this blog before will know that I am a huge fan of Peep Show (the British TV show - nothing weird!). I've been watching it a lot recently and have developed a crush - not on Jeremy, not even Mark (although this is totally acceptable; plenty of my twenty-something friends would happily marry David Mitchell). No, the man in question is... Super Hans. There must be something about rugged-looking drug addicts I like (see: Russell Brand), which to be honest is a tad worrying.




Is anyone with me on the Super Hans love? Or am I, as usual when it comes to people I fancy, completely alone on this one?

Amongst all the craziness that is uni life out here in Italy, sometimes I forget what a beautiful city I'm living in. That's why every Saturday afternoon (I'd love to do it in the morning before everyone else has woken up, but I'm horribly lazy - especially on the weekend), I go for a walk around the neighbourhood. My favourite days are when it's cold, but sunny - like today.

This week I want...

Leather Satchel, Miu Miu

Chocolate Leather Lace-up Boots, Miss Selfridge.

Russell Brand on Ghost busters (BBC Radio 2)

This will never not be funny. Long live the Russell Brand show.

This week's playlist

Dean Martin - Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime
Simon and Garfukel - Cecilia
Oasis - Step Out
REM - All the Way to Reno
Laura Marling - Candlelight
Brandon Flowers - Welcome to the Fabulous Las Vegas
Green Day - Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)
The Beatles - Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
Jay-Z ft. Mr Hudson - Young Forever
Regina Spektor - The Call

Yesterday I went to the library to get a library card (an attempt to save some money - I always go mental in the little English bookshop in town when I get sudden pangs of nostalgia for Britain. Next thing I know, I've spent 20 euros on a book I never even knew I wanted - normally because I didn't). The library is in a huge and imposing - but like everything in this city - beautiful building in one of the best squares (Piazza della Repubblica, if anyone's interested). I explained to the woman at the desk what I wanted, and she directed me to a man at another desk. I again explained (in my, quite frankly, poor Italian) that I would like to purchase a library card. He walked me back over to the woman, gave her my passport, and handed me... a visitor's pass. Due to my crippling sense of shame at what was clearly my awful Italian, I had to spend the next half an hour sitting in the study area outside his desk without a book, pen or piece of paper, pretending to study. FML.

There is a film crew filming outside our house. I had to run a few errands yesterday, which meant that in the space of an hour I walked past it four times. It can't have gone by unnoticed, and I must have looked like a tragic, fame-hungry loser, desperate for a walk-on part. FML.

Currently crushing on...

Continuing my descent into middle-age before I've even reached my twenties, I have to say that recently I have become rather attached to the exquisitely-named Benedict Cumberbatch. I know, I know -not exactly an original crush, especially after Sherlock. If I was the sort of person who went to the theatre in London every other night, I expect I would go and watch him in the upcoming adapation of Frankenstein. Unfortunately, I'm not rich enough to do that, so I'll have to make do with my DVD of Atonement, in which he plays a swimming costume-wearing rapist. I suppose he is versatile.

I'm turning into my mother

I am a sucker for the radio. Ever since the glory days of Radio 2, a.k.a the Russell Brand years (I think I must be one of the only people who believes that the Russell Brand Show actually IMPROVED Radio 2 and, rather tragically considering my age, my Saturday nights, too) I have found nothing more relaxing than switching on the radio to settle down before I go to bed. Despite this, I am still ashamed to say that three days ago, I chose (repeat: chose. As in, no one forced me to) to listen to... Radio 4. And enjoyed it.