Sculpt your own boyfriend.

This weekend one of my best friends gave me a delightful Christmas present. See below.

Available at Urban Outfitters!!

Yes not only did she highlight my single status but finally I have been given the opportunity to create my perfect man. Sadly he is only in clay form! At some stage this week I will take to creating him so standby as I will post the final creation.

Senna - The Movie

This is a truly remarkable film. I have always been a fan of F1 but due to the time of Senna’s fame I was unaware of his story. The film is in fact a documentary but with an added cinematic Hollywood approach. I was under the impression the film would also feature a fair amount of reconstructive filming to enhance the story line. What was staggering is they used none. Despite this the footage used from start to finish told the story – there weren’t any awkward moments between shots, it genuinely flowed throughout.

What staggered me most about the film was the politics within F1 - Senna was unfairly treated on a number of occasions and as a result his passion came through even more. You felt how much he wanted it and what it meant not only to him but also his huge fan following in Brazil.

As well as the politics there was the extreme rivalry between Senna and Prost. It added another dimension to the story and heightened the passion.

Following his death the scenes in Brazil are nothing but emotional. Senna was genuinely seen as a Saint – not only did he inspire many, but his success also brought joy and hope. That success was also donated to many worthy causes.

I can honestly say this is a film worth watching.

In search of some carbs.

We most certainly can’t deny the fact we all have those days when all we crave is one carb loaded meal. Last Saturday this was the case for myself and a bunch of my closest girlfriends. The previous night we’d all been out celebrating one of our birthdays. Unfortunately we’d left our lunch destination to the birthday girl and well this is what we were welcomed with. Read it and your probably think its some menu from back in time.

All in rather fragile hungover states this was all too much. The reactions went from all round laughter to wanting to cry to just simply wanting to do was leave. This wasn’t an option (or at least the bday girl conscience wouldn’t let us) so we attempted to pull through.

Suddenly there was hope…..Chicken Kiev and mash potatoes was on the specials board. Done lets have that….oh wait there is only one left so that doesn’t exactly work. Two of us desperately tried to decide who should have it and decided that to make it fair neither of us would – big regret!

The order made consisted of 2 antipasto dishes and 4 pea and ham soups….and well lets just say unsurprisingly this proved a let down. For those of you who don’t like chunky and I mean chunky soups that’s exactly what arrived, in my opinion it should really have been named pea and ham broth. Then there was the rather over priced antipasto and for some reason every item was extremely salty.

One thing was for sure though it certainly made us laugh and Charlie Chaplin once said “a day without laughter is a day wasted” and well our day was certainly not wasted. The laughter didn’t seem to stop. Aside from this one time (any St Georges lacrosse girls reading this you must remember) in New York at the Hard Rock Café I genuinely don’t think I have ever laughed so much. At one stage I honestly brought on a sweat and breath loss trying to hold in the laughter…it then resulted in me bursting into unstoppable laughter and tears. All I can say it everyone needs a weekend with their best girlfriends, despite tears, headaches, voice loss it leaves you feeling in high spirits and so thankful to have such wonderful friends. 

A day out in London.

There is something about London that just makes me smile. I love it. I have never lived in London but I have plenty of friends who do and whenever I return from a visit I seem to miss it.

A couple weeks ago my father offered me his tickets for the Masters tennis at the Royal Albert Hall. I had an initial panic as having booked my hair appointment 8 weeks ago I now had a clash – considering I am currently unemployed, clashes rarely happen in my diary. I didn’t know what to do! I simply LOVE tennis but then at the same time I wouldn’t be able to see my hairdresser till after Christmas, he’s annoyingly popular so you have to be outrageously organised booking appointments. For example I can tell you already that my next visit to the hairdressers is on the 4^th February. Anyways I suddenly realised I can’t not go to the tennis – next problem who was I going to go with? Fear not I called a fellow unemployed graduate and off we went.

Neither of us had been to the Royal Albert Hall so that was exciting in itself. Secondly we’re both big tennis fan so watching tennis in such a stunning building was just incredible. 

Thirdly we were watching Mark Philippoussis and it didn’t take long for us both to realise how good looking he was. We almost became obsessed.

This all started when at the end of his match tennis balls were hit into the crowd at this stage we weren’t fussed about catching a tennis ball. Well we weren’t until…Andrew Castle announced if you caught one you would be meeting Mark Philippoussis. Suddenly we both sprung to our feet and were shouting “Mark, Mark” but no balls were hit our way. I just have to put it down to the fact he didn’t see us. If he genuinely is single and the average age of the audience was 50+ (it was the masters tennis after all) then why did he not throw it our way? Even the ladies in front commented on the situation in shock – highlighting the age of a member of the audience who had caught one. Anyways we weren’t put off by the lack of a ball we went to the meeting point and followed those who did have balls to the special room. Upon entering the room people were handing over their balls and sadly we had to bail last minute. We were genuinely devasted.

We didn’t stop there though, we took to twitter. Couldn’t find Mark Philippoussis so tweeted to the masters tennis twitter account. The tweet read as follows: "@masters_tennis loving the tennis but sad to have missed out on the meet and greet with #markphilippoussis - feel free to put in a good word." Sadly we failed.

It took a while but we moved on from Mark Philippoussis and onto the V & A museum. I cant think when/if I have previously been, if I have it would have been on a rather uninspiring school trip, which would have consisted of filling out question sheets. You wouldn’t really take in any of the beauty just simply answer the questions as quickly as possible so you could go to the shop and/or café. I love being at an age where I actually enjoy visiting museums. I think it’s also the addition of my SLR as I love being able to snap away especially at the architecture. A couple pictures from the V & A are below.

We didn’t stop there. Oh no, on we continued to Harrods and yes after looking at the jewellery and handbags we did make our way to Santas grotto. Now our initial plan was just to see it – we tried peering round the corner only to be greeted by this….

Now this lovely pink elf (if that’s what she was) informed us Santa’s Grotto was in fact FREE. Now as most of you know nothing comes free but it actually was. So with our new pink elf friend we made our way to the queue. 

This is when we suddenly realized it is actually a little bit weird that at 22 years old we were queuing to see Santa – this was emphasized by the average age of 6 surrounding us. At this stage we looked at each other and the role play began. Oh yes we pretended to be American.  Of course this is the kind of thing American tourists would have loved. The good thing was at this stage we were only chatting amongst ourselves and bizarrely enough we speak in American accents on a regular basis.

A little something to keep you smiling in the queue to Santa.

The issue only came when we were situated at the front of the queue. At this point we had an elf chatting directly too us and it was for a good 7 minutes whilst the kid ahead of us had their moment with Santa. All I can say is this felt like a life time, but imagine the embarrassment if half way through we slipped into English. I could see my friends face beginning to panic but we made it through and this had to be the highlight of the day. As we left Santa’s Grotto we just burst into laughter but it certainly was worth it. Fingers crossed Santa makes our wishes come true. For those of you reading “we would like boyfriends and jobs” Please contact me if you can offer either.