For the past few months, I have been friends with a girl who's style is somewhat similar to mine in the sense that we both follow fashion and tend to opt for a kind of Urban Outfitters/Alexa Chung-style vibe (I know, what twenty year old British girl doesn't?). I'll admit, she probably keeps a closer eye on it than me, and could identify a brand at twelve paces. However, recently she's become a little territorial with her style. Another girl in our group, who I'll admit has started to embrace fashion a little more than she used to, is now being accused of being a fashion thief by girl A.

Now I know that fashion is a very personal thing - your clothes form your identity and tell the world something about you. But if you choose to follow the latest trends, do you really have the right to claim loafers or a button-up shirt as your own, even if you might have bought it first?

I was a bit late to the Alan Partridge party (what with being about 8 when it first came out on tv), however I recently got in to the, and in fact spent what could have been a horrible hangover weekend watching Alan. I think this is my favourite clip.

"And another!"

Embarrassing Crush of the Week

Tom Pellereau, The Apprentice.





















I know it's wrong, but his geeky charm just appeals to me. He's also got a Michael Sheen thing going on, though that in itself is another embarrassing crush, I suppose (having said that, good enough for Rachel McAdams and Kate Beckinsale = good enough for me).

On an Apprentice sidenote, I was going to do a post last week on how pleased I was that Zoe had gone, what a bully she was etc. but then they revealed on You're Fired that she beat cancer twice as a teenager, and then I felt like the most horrible person in the world.

Things I hate

1. Skiing

It is not the activity so much, but more what comes with it. I was (un)lucky enough to go skiing for the first time this year (apparantly, the dry ski slope in Llangrannog doesn't count) in Switzerland as a friend of ours has a chalet there. Rather naively, I thought I'd take to it pretty well. WRONG!
I won't go into too much detail, but when you've been rescued by a snow plough a few hours into your first run, I suppose you should realise then that maybe skiing isn't for you.
Perhaps it's my own inadequacy that makes me dislike skiing (or more to the point, skiiers) and resent anyone who's better at it than me. However, I couldn't help but stifle a laugh when I went on a trip to Aosta (picturesque little town in the Italian mountains) and one of our group whined
"I can see that the town is beautiful, but for me this is so bittersweet because as a skiier, it's so sad to see that the snow has melted."












Me skiing. Or not.

TrueLad.com

Even though the word 'lad' makes me want to wretch (one place above 'banter' and below ending a sentence with 'BOOM.' on my list things that deserve a shot in the leg for), I did come across some funny things on truelad.com. The site is 40% dickheads, 40% sexist rubbish and 10% lies, but the remaining 10% pretty funny. This made me chuckle this morning.

"Someone's phone went off in an exam last week. Their ringtone was "Eye of the Tiger". Instead of trying to turn it off quickly, he stands up and punches the air in time with the song. He was then asked to leave. GottobedoneLAD"

Miles Kane - Come Closer

This song's greatness is almost outweighed by the fact that Daisy Lowe (boo! hiss!) is in the video. However, it is a great song, so we will just have to overlook this.

Tomorrow (or today, really as it's past midnight now) I am turning 20. I'd like to say that I'll be glad to leave my teenage years behind, but if I'm being honest - I'm not. Being a teenager allows you to get away with a lot of bad behaviour, and I'm not sure if I'm not ready to go of that. Not because I am some mental teenager who gets drunk every other night and sleeps around, but because I'm not. Whilst most people regret what they did as a teenager, I regret what I didn't do. So I propose that for the next year, as a 'twenteen' year old, I can act as childishly as I like. Because everyone knows you become an adult at 21.