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Tuesday, 15 April 2014

The Drowned Man



Do excuse the huge gap in between this post and my last. The last week of March (and therefore term) was hectic, and that would be putting it gently. A personal favourite was doing an essay until 5am, before getting up at 8am to go and hand another one in before the deadline. I felt like a true student after that escapade. Even though completing the term is always a huge relief, it just reminds me that exams are that much closer. With that and various bits of writing outside of university which had to be done for this week, everything has been pretty stressful and so the blog was put on the back burner. But alas! I'm back. 

I thought it was about time I posted about an event I went to a few weeks ago. Well, event... Performance... I find it hard to define. The Drowned Man: A Hollywood Fable is apparently an 'immersive theatre production' put together by Punchdrunk and the National Theatre. Whatever category it fits into, what an experience that was. On entering the mysterious Paddington venue, you are given a slip of paper containing the background story, as well as a mask - which explains the photos. You then follow who I believe is the studio tour guide (forgive me for not fully paying attention at this point) into a lift, after which point the story unfolds in front of your very eyes.



It's an amazing concept, as you get such an intimate glimpse into the story and the characters' lives (the back stories of which are incredibly intricate), and genuinely feel as though you form part of the drama. And though I wasn't one of the lucky few, some people are approached by the actors for one-on-one performances, which are said to be amazing. All of the scenes in the 'Hollywood studio', plus each bedroom, bar, shop, and everything in between, contain such a vast amount of items personal to the characters, which make it feel like you've stumbled upon private information, though in this case you're allowed to rifle through it all guilt-free. Hallelujah!

I seriously recommend going - tickets may seem steep to some, but you can spend up to three hours exploring, so I'd say you get your money's worth (plus concessions are available). And besides, it's a unique experience - so unique that some people go multiple times and still haven't covered every aspect. My legs ached slightly by the end of it, but I can't praise the production enough; the acting, the level of detail for the sets, and the experience as a whole were all impeccable. Take a look at their website for information on booking, plus a little background information to give you a taste of what it's all about. What are you waiting for?

P.S. The current batch of tickets are running until May sometime, though I think they may release more every few months. I'd also like to point out that none of this is sponsored.

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Bargain Hunt

Another week, another successful search for clothes that wont make a dent in my bank account. And so, here stands a H&M double offender, coming back with this camel jacket (faux suede, faux shearling, faux everthing, but who cares; it came in at £15), and underneath, the unapologetically orange jumper which, at £12, was a no-brainer.





Friday, 21 March 2014

£6 Well Spent

I love Zara clothes. I love them even more when I find them on eBay for a fraction of the price.



Monday, 17 March 2014

Park Life

With the arrival of unflinching sunshine in London over the past week, it would have been rude not to welcome it properly: cue Boris bikes. My friends and I cruised around Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens on Thursday, stopping only to take an ice-cream break. It was a sun-filled, nostalgic afternoon which took me right back to my childhood - that is, until we went to the pub. 
And no, the dog who decided to strut along the makeshift runway was not ours (see below). Nor was the swan, for that matter.








Monday, 10 March 2014

Tea Time

I'm not sure whether it's the amount I've been travelling lately, or if my university workload has increased in the past few weeks - I suppose the end of term is approaching - but all of my spare time seems to be disappearing into thin air. Everyone - myself included until recently - seems to have the same preconceptions about students: never waking up before midday, eating takeaways on a daily basis and getting drunk on a nightly basis. Some of that, worryingly, is true, but at this time of the year, everyone seems to have made a silent agreement to postpone all typical student behaviour for now during the run up to exams.
And so, busy days require energy, but seeing as I don't like coffee (yes, I know, the secrets are coming out now), I can't even skip down the caffeine-lined yellow brick road to the energy which lies at the end. Even the tea I drink is caffeine-free, but on the bright side, at least I can wind down properly in the evenings with a steamy brew and forget about assignments, deadlines and dreadfully 'grown-up stuff', even if it is just for 15 minutes. 
The first photo is of my recent favourites from Twinings, but the two below that are actually of my friend's Chinese flower tea, which is one of the most unusual but delightful things I have seen. As it brews in the hot water, this flower blooms before your very eyes. It tasted good, but the novelty lay in the beautiful transformation from something that began life looking like a sea-creature, to a wonderfully exciting visual. 




Tuesday, 4 March 2014



Due to technical difficulties (as in my laptop keeps deciding to crash every few minutes), I'm having to do a very quick post, which means using a photo that I already had stored on here with no real story to it. Et voilà! A post-sunset Waterloo Bridge several weeks ago.