Tuesday, 29 December 2015

Why Do Babies Cry ?

This is the conclusion my friend and I came to when discussing evolution and babies and why babies cry. We are very proud of our ground breaking, scientific discovery. Prepare to have your mind blown. And yes, this is of course a totally normal conversation for two twenty-somethings to be having over pizza.

Babies cry so that the cave-people had to do something to shut them up!

Think about it. You live in a cave. It’s dark, it’s cold, you’re hungry. There is wild, dangerous beasts outside your door wanting to make a meal out of you. Every day is a really tough day. Then, out of the blue some day you and your cave-mates suddenly also have this tiny little squirmy thing appear from the insides of one of the cave-ladies. (The previous generation of parents have probably been long eaten by some beastie or another by this point, so the arrival of the little thing is somewhat of a surprise).

It can’t feed itself, it can’t clean itself up or provide shelter for itself. The cave-people have to do it. But when every day is a struggle as it is, why would take on this additional burden of looking after this strange, tiny creature?

Answer: because it cries. It makes such a bloody hell of a racket, which is majorly annoying, and the only way to stop it said racket is to feed it. Or wash it. Or shelter it. And hence the baby survives and passes on the crying gene to future babies.

Meanwhile, all the quiet babies are all forgotten about because its dark and you’re in a cave and they are small and there is no reason to give it some of your yummy food or cosy warmth. So the quiet baby gene dies out.

And there we have it. Evolution through persistent annoyance.

What do you think? What are your theories?

(We know,we are very smart).

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

Good Gifts This Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone ! Are we all getting excited for Santa coming?

I know I certainly am. Ever the girl to leave everything to the last minute, I'm quite proud that as of this morning (and thanks to Amazon Prime) I now am officially done with my Christmas shopping. Everything is ticked off my list and I can relax. Christmas Eve will be dedicated to getting my wrapping done to some of my favourite seasonal films, instead of my usual day-before-christmas tradition. Panic buying anything remotely suitable five minutes before the shops shut.

For those of you like minded "I work best under pressure anyway..." types, check out Good Gifts. Even if you were done with your Christmas shopping before November even began, check it out. It's a two for one gift, perfect to add a little extra something special to give to your loved one, and you give a gift that is really needed to someone who will have very little this Christmas. Tis the season after all.

There are some great Little Good Gifts starting from just £5 and include the likes of blankets for the elderly, helping to feed abandoned cats and dogs, toiletries for African school girls and music seasons for children in hospital.

If you have the means to spread a lot of love this Christmas, there are also Gigantic Good Gifts. You can buy chunks of the Greenbelt to save it from development, sponsor a nurse in Africa through a three year training programme or buy a bull to replenish livestock.

When you buy a Good Gift, the money you spend will buy the actual gift you have chosen. You know exactly where your money is going. You can choose to send your gift via a gift card, a cracker pack or via e-card (phew - christmas is two days away!)

Whatever you choose, you really can't go wrong with a Good Gift.

Are you all organised for the big day? How have you gave back this year?

Friday, 6 November 2015


Why is it harder to form close, deep friendships the older we get? When we are children, we met another kid at school, played for a couple of hours, went to their house for tea and hey presto, a best friend made.

These days, it’s harder than that. We can meet new people at work or at spin class or wherever, and don’t get me wrong, they are valued friendships, but the bonds seem to be more fragile, more on the surface. Or is it just me?

Disclaimer: This whole post may be unfair of me. I am lucky enough to have a very close friendship group back home, 20 years and going strong. I know that no matter what, they are always going to be in my life.  We have grown up together, been through break-ups, make-ups, parents divorces, coming-outs, deaths, marriages, births and everything in between. Half of us have moved hundreds of miles apart and we have stayed closed as ever. It’s hard to compete. (But I don’t think I’m comparing apples and oranges here. I do understand you can’t compare a 20-year friendship with a brand new bud you haven’t known for six months.)

Are we simply not spending enough time on our friendships anymore? At school, we spent 6 hours a day, 5 days a week with our best buds at school, and then some after. You knew all of your friends family members by name, all of their pets and can list the last 10 boys they’ve fancied. As a grown up, and in London especially, it’s usually a quick catch up over dinner and/or drinks once, maybe twice, a month, spent trying to remember what exactly is it their boyfriend does again? Maybe that is just the city. Everyone is busy with work and traveling and trying-to-make-the-most-of-life that friendships are lower down on the priority list.

I think now, it is also harder to let our guard down. There is pressure to have a perfect life, filled with Instagram worthy moments. I know that I certainly am guilty of comparing myself to my friends; they seem to all have a more active social life, or a better job or a bigger wardrobe. Those comparisons we make, that almost who-has-the-best-life competition, makes if harder to confide in our friends when we are having a low moment, or work troubles or about anything that isn’t perfect. This means we aren’t being completely honest with our friends. They don’t know the real, true proper us and we don’t know the real them. We are putting on an act, showing off our best bits and glossing over the rest, which leaves a gap. No wonder we are a lonely generation.

I think being in a relationship can hinder things as well. As a singleton, how many hours are spent gossiping about boys and bonding over de-crypting text messages and laughing over the latest sexcepades? Nothing is off limits; everything is shared and that brings closeness. When you are in a relationship certain things become private. I would never dream about gossiping about my boyfriend behind his back or sharing intimate details about our relationship. Even talking about my own personal worries or hopes with regards to our relationship feels like a sort of betrayal. I’m not at all suggesting that this is a bad thing, or that we should all go and dump our boyfriends in favor of a group of girls, but rather i’m pointing out that perhaps a part of growing up means that our relationships change. We spend our teen years confiding everything to friends and presenting to our parents the image of the good girl child they wish to see, but as we grow up and begin to look to form families of our own this kind of reverses.

What do you think? Am I being a negative nelly or is the change just a part of growing up?

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Annoying Things

  • Noisy eaters. Close your mouth, for the love of God !!
  • People who scrape their knives and forks / cut really hard into the plate. Nails on a chalk board. The aim is to cut the food, not the kitchenware 
  • Slow internet
  • Wooden spoons. Especially wet. I have a thing for weird textures. This also includes wooden lollypop sticks and the cardboard backs of notes pads. Urrggghhhh
  • Heavy handed / footed people first thing in the morning
  • Wrists. They are so veiny and delicate looking and veiny. If you cut them by accident, you could die
  • People who don't do their fairshare. There is only so much slack the rest of us can take
  • Getting a half full, or not full at all, sugar sachets 
  • No milk
  • People describing something as 'edgy'. Unless it does indeed have lots of edges of course.
  • Pretentiousness. Northerner living in London, what can I say ?
  • People who say i'm too happy. It's my face. Sorry. I'll try harder to look miserable
  • Matches that burn out as soon as they've been lit
  • Having to re-wash my hair because I felt asleep with my bobble in and now it looks crazy

What annoys you ?

Wednesday, 21 October 2015

What I'm Watching

As much as I love being busy, going out with friends and visiting new places; I need my downtime. For me that means chilling in bed or on the couch with a cup of tea and my shows. Here is what i’ve been watching of late.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

An oldie but a goodie. One of my all time favourites and my go-to when i’m feeling down or drained and in need of some kick ass girl power. If you haven’t seen it, you should. Seriously. Here is why, explained so eloquently by Buzzfeed. Yes, the special effects in the first few seasons are not great to say the least, but it’s funny and smart and real (even if it is about vampires) and has some bloody brilliant story lines.


Simon is back ! And yes. He cried. I haven’t watched the last few seasons but i’ve got back into it this year. There seems to be less sob stories and less really crap/weird people and more goodness. The six chair challenge is brutal but I love watching it. But there is still too many adverts. It means Christmas is on it’s way and Saturday nights snug in the warmth with a takeaway and glass of wine.

Gilmore Girls

News of the Netflix revival has my very very excited. I decided to celebrate by re-watching the show start to finish. I’m on season two already and have came to the conclusion that I am the third Gilmore Girl. 

The Newsroom

I watched half of the first season when this first came out and have recently re-discovered it. It is really smart and quick and I feel like I am getting cleverer (*more clever - see?!) as I watch it. I’m going fairly slow with this one though, you do need to pay attention. It’s not a background show !

Sunday, 18 October 2015

If I Lived Back Home

If I lived back home, opposed to in the big, bright capital that is London I could have a very different life.

I could have my own house. I'm almost 25 years old. That's pretty much middle aged in Northern years. All my home friends have bought their own place, or are close to doing so. I could swap my tiny shared flat for a proper home with a proper garden (or at least yard), two floors and a kitchen and living room that would be just mine, and exactly how I want them. So. Much. Space.

I would obviously fill said house with beautiful instagramble furnishings and knickknacks and an adorable kitten. Or puppy. Probably kitten; I would still like to come and go as I please and dogs need more looking after.

I would have a car. I could run to the shops or out to meet a mate for a coffee without having to faff around with hot sweaty tubes and buses. I could stick my bags in the boot and not have to lug them around all over the place. I could go to an actual supermarket instead of my local co-op / tesco express. Hell, I could drive to all the local markets and farm shops and buy the freshest food ever. Then, in my kitchen, I could whip up delectable feasts for my nearest and dearest.

Most importantly, my nearest and dearest would be on my doorstep. I could see them any time I want rather than once every three months. I would enjoy easy nights out in Newcastle (in London it feels like its so much more effort!) and pop into my parents for Sunday dinner and a walk down the prom. Followed of course, by tea and cake at grans with the aunts and uncles and cousins and their adorable little children.

Rather than crashing on the sofa when I need some chill time, I would enjoy the beautiful country side. I would go for long walks, saying hello to fellow wanders and breathing in the fresh air and stop for a break at quaint little coffee shops. Instead of feeling fat and lazy I would feel refreshed; skin tingling from the air.

Perhaps one day this will be my life. I hope so. I hope I get to go back home. Right now, though I sometimes dream of alternatives, I love my London life. I love pop-ups and west-end shows and kooky cocktail bars and restaurants. I love my daily walk past Tower Bridge and the buzz that is always in the atmosphere. I love that there is always something happening, a constant opportunity to try something new and make new friends. I love making the most of my 20s in one of the most exiting cities in the world.

Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Last Night in Montreal

Following on from my last read Station Eleven (you can find my review here), the next book on my list was Last Night in Montreal also written by Emily St James. This was an accidently pick; I purchased it from the Amazon Kindle bookstore whilst I was shopping for Station Eleven. That’s what happens when you shop from your greased up phone you can barely see on a sun lounger in Kos! I wish I was still in Kos.

Anyway, it was a very successful accidental buy. I actually enjoyed it more than the book I was meant to get. I ended up starting and finishing it during my train journeys to and from the north for the Bank Holiday weekend, so It was rather perfectly timed.

As per Station Eleven, the book flicks around in time, but I felt that it was much more natural in this story. Perhaps because there are only a few characters in this book; although the times change we follow the same characters.

Lilla is seven years old when she is abducted from her home in the dead of the night by her father whom she hasn’t seen in over a year. From this point on, she lives her life on the road, running from a past she has no memory of. She grows older, her dad stops running but she can’t. She doesn’t know how to stand still. She meets Eli, who studies dead languages, in New York. They fall for each other, she moves in, but she can’t stay. In his quest to find her, Eli ends up in Montreal, a city desperately trying to keep its language alive, and his story ends up intertwined with someone from Lisa’s past.

Overall, a good read that raises interesting questions and leaves you thinking. And the perfect length for a journey to and back from Newcastle !