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I like a good t shirt as much as the next person and the one above pleases me. However, even better is the fact that it is organic and fairtrade cotton as well as a fiver goes to Macmillan cancer care. You can't say fairer than that can you?

There are some other designs which can all be found here. So dig deep for a good cause with hilarious t shirts...

Bonsoir. Ca va? Oui, ca va bien merci. Et la crise? Ah la crise, je le souviens bien, c'est fini merci. Bon choix mademoiselle.

It would not be unfair to say that I have not picked up a book in about six months. Podcasts, the Guardian on my iPhone and those crappy free papers you pick up on your travels have been far more enticing (much to my shame). However, last week I had the overwhelming urge to buy a book. Having wandered around Waterstones (RIP Borders) for the whole of my lunch hour and no nearer to a purchase I was about to leave dejected. When I remembered a book I wanted to read.

"Slumdog Millionaire", I shouted at my companion.

"It's actually called Q&A but I can't remember the author".

So off we went to the help desk. With its fuck long queue. But I am a clever lady and I whipped out my iPhone like clever ladies do and googled the shit out of that thing. And off I went with my purchase.

And I devoured that book. I remember when Colin Murray was filling in for Simon Mayo on 5 Live and him and Kermode were discussing Slumdog Squarepants. Colin Murray said, "I hated the film. It ripped the heart right out of the book". Whilst I wouldn't say I hate the film I can agree with the ripping the heart out bit. The book is completely different. Fact. And 100 times better. Fact. As opposed to being disgusted at the poverty and the chawls you are disgusted at the humanity (or lack thereof) of others.

And then I started reading my Kermode book. And I'm pretty much a third of the way through. In two days. It is hilarious and chock full of film references. Mmm. Must be making up for lost time...

I have also managed to procure She & Him tickets for Koko. This pleases me for the following reasons:

❤ I heart the work of She & Him

❤ I heart Zooey Deschanel

❤ Owing to the fact that they are US based and are often on long hiatuses because of aforementioned Zooey Deschanel's film schedule we're talking snowball/Hell chances of seeing them here.

And then they're playing ATP curated by Matt Groening the next day. Which I'm kind of jealous of. They've just released more 2 berth chalets for it. I'd get in there quick before they sell out if I were you.

Transition

It seems everyone around me is having a crisis of some sort be it to do with the march of time and ever increasing age or the realisation that perhaps the workadayworld is not for them after all and they wish to take destiny in to their own hands and give this making cash not for the man thing a bash.

Whilst I would like to be standing on the sidelines crisis firefighting for my friends it is becoming increasingly apparent that I have entered in to a crisis also. Never say I'm not one to jump on a bandwagon. Not long from now I'm going to be starting something which I have worked towards since about the age of 16. Ten years in the making and a few years of questioning whether I would really ever attain my goal. Whilst I appreciated that the lead up to my interview would be fraught and that I'd probably be a total mentalist I don't think, in fact I didn't, anticipate the fall out. My brain thought of the two possible scenarios thusly:

1: You don't get it

You're a bit down, you go on a bender for a weekend but overall this is not a surprise as there were a lot of strong candidates and you're a first time imposter in a land of second or third time luckys

2: You get it

You enter the land of love and fluffy bunny rabbits.

I can confirm that the outcome I envisaged for scenario 2 was far from accurate. Initially I was screaming and swearing my incredulity at my boss whilst he communicated my success. And then I was strangely deflated and have been so ever since. Perhaps it's the lack of fanfare because people "knew you'd always do it" but I think it's also to do with the close of a chapter. I mentioned to someone in jest that the 8th March will be the first day of the rest of my life but when I think about it it's true. And so on a sub-conscious level it is becoming obvious that I'm mentally closing the unfinished business that has come before and attempting to reconcile all that is outstanding. This is taking various forms such as long conversations late in to the night with good friends, unexplained tears, emails to uni friends attempting to reconnect and conversations with work colleagues about all that I dislike about work which I have ignored knowing that once I open the Pandora's box of discontent there is no going back.

I think the speed at which everything has happened has also served to freak me out. A work colleague casually commented to me yesterday how normally one has to wait a year between finding out they've secured the contract and actually starting it. In less than two months I'll be entering the unknown.

And so it is only today that I pieced together the puzzle of my unconscious mind. Whilst it is not revelatory it is heartening to know that I'm not a possible contender for the Priory and that my mental preparation for a fresh start is to be embraced. But perhaps I should examine the way such preparation is manifesting itself....for the sake of MonsieurB and my good friends.

On the upside - I have tickets to Alice in Wonderland at the IMAX for the day after my birthday. Perhaps things aren't so bad after all.

My favourite thing about commuting...

Is the stupid bitches who put their bags on the chairs beside them then behave like you've mortally offended them by asking them to move their bags so you can sit in a seat that you've paid for. And I doubt their bag has.


-- Posted from my iPhone

Location:Patcham Terrace,Wandsworth,United Kingdom

He's Back, He's Blogging.....

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Cadeaux pour moi. w00t.

Lapin

I guess you gotta commit to a look....

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Stuff I miss about Paris

- Quirky shops & cafés

- The cleanliness

- The pretty metro entrances

- Jumping the metro and thinking it's totally okay. Going so far as to actually jump the turnstiles in full view of metro staff....who didn't bat an eyelid. I wouldn't dare do such a thing here

- Green space

- FNAC

- Hot chocolates

- Smoking. Loads. For cheap

- La Samaritaine

I have just discovered The Plastiscines. Turns out they played on the 8th and they're playing tonight. Then they're fucking off back to France. Good. :-|

I really do have nothing to offer.

I love t shirts with designs on and all the more if they make me giggle hysterically.

I heart this

http://www.missjacquelinewhite.com/shop_alpha.html#

And it's true. I really have nothing to offer.


-- Posted from my iPhone

The September Issue

“I think what I often see is that people are frightened of fashion. Because it scares them or makes them feel insecure they put it down. On the whole, people that say demining things about our world I think that’s usually because they feel, in some ways, excluded or no part of the cool group… so as a result they just mock it. Just because you like to put on a beautiful Carolina Herrera dress or a pair of J Brand blue jeans instead of something basic from Kmart it doesn’t mean that you’re a dumb person. There is something about fashion that can make people very nervous.” Anna Wintour

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So it looks like I'm going to have to be a big scary adult fairly soon. After ball breaking hard work it looks like I'll be qualified in less than two years. I had a bit of a cry the other day at work because I don't really want to leave the comfort of my department but such is life and the Other Side might not be so bad after all.

I'm also looking to another birthday. The requests for present ideas are already hitting my inbox. I want for nothing. Although maybe another tattoo. I get wistful when I see other people's tattoos. But then I wonder about where it could possibly go that means it'll be seen when I'm not at work but covered when I am. Indeed. Tricky. Maybe I'll just get a milk jug on my forehead and be done with it.

On the upside I read about a bar that serves gin in teapots. This makes me happy.