A Little Bit Fishy

With my writing, I always find that it is the most random of things that inspire me to peel myself off the sofa and sit down in front of my mac. Alas, there I was watching Finding Nemo one lazy Sunday, and suddenly one of the most foul, beastly things I have ever laid eyes on pop’s up onto the television screen. Yuck. So I went onto google, to find it’s friends. And yes, some of them were even uglier. In evolutionary terms, we learn about Neanderthals and Darwin’s finches, not where evolution clearly mutated beyond out wildest dreams, ran into a brick wall at super speed, then took some weird physically facially distorting drugs, just to make itself that little bit more gruesome . What is truly crazy to think is that we exist we co-exist with these creatures whilst barely even realising it. It’s its safe to say you can count me out of deep sea diving courses in the near future.

Drugged-Up & Loved-Up

At the ripe old age of 60, like many, I hope to be a cool, slightly hippy granny living in Ibiza town with a flurray of felines and a million dollar tan. In my two trips to this beautiful island, I have seen both young and old alike. So what has given this party-capital its sordid reputation and more importantly; does it deserve it? Firstly, drugs are everywhere, I would be a rich lady if I had a euro for every person I saw who appeared to be chewing on a very challenging chicken bone with pupils so large they resembled black holes. However, due to films such as Kevin and Perry Go Large- an epic film (all they want to do is “do it”- Ibiza being their dream holiday destination as “all horny girls go to Ibiza”) and the drug culture that has arisen, Ibiza has earnt itself a somewhat ‘get drugged-up and loved-up’ reputation.  Some of you may already be on easy-jet booking your one way tickets out there however if you do go, don’t forget that like any other culture, it has a past, a history and some beautiful elements to it. I was lucky enough to coincidentally find some very Hispanic (and consequently beautiful) flamingo dancers in a bar in San Josep whilst I was happily sipping on one too many Pina Coladas. It certainly made me think about and take a moment to enjoy not only the clubbing culture but also the stunning Spanish culture. The churches are ripe with history and character (not to mention free with a night at David Guetta’s “Fuck Me I’m Famous” now costing a sky-soaring 70 euros just to have the privilege of walking into the place) and a stroll up-to Ibiza old town will undoubtedly remind you that there is more to the place than getting a picture taken of you stumbling out of a taxi with lipstick smudged on your face and your knickers half way down your legs- because if you haven’t had one of them, then you SIMPLY HAVEN’T been to Ibiza.

There's Nothing on TV.

My blog, unlike others will not be centered on fashion, sport or something of the like, but merely the life of a 19 year old girl who has seen and done a fair bit considering her young age. To entice you, perhaps a little bit "about me" may make you want to read on. Ive lived in Kensington for the large part of my life. So, does this make me a snob? Does this mean that I am merely familiar with social functions and London nightlife? No, but being quick to judge seems to be a fundamental part of our human nature and i am certainly often quick to judge myself. I went to both school in London and boarding school in Surrey and I'm now at University in London- loving every minute of it.

I'm a lucky girl in many ways but I have also made my own luck. So why should you spend your time reading my blog? I'm going to be blunt, brutal and honest. Tell it how it is. One day I might write about my favourite nail polish colour (typical, i know), the next I may write about the Chelsea social scene. Hey, I might even wack in a bit of politics. So there we have it. I might make you think, I may have already put you off. But have a look and judge for yourself and hey, I promise there shall be some pretty pictures.