I love a night out as much as anyone. I love trying new bars, and dancing at clubs and the ridiculous conversations you have at 3am when you’re debating between a Maccies or a kebab and maybe you could get both? But honestly, my favourite part of any night out is always the pre drinks – sitting in your mates drinking v v strong drinks, finishing off getting ready, taking a good outfit selfie (0r 9) and having a goss.
But what I think ALWAYS jazzes predrinks up beyond belief, is the inclusion of a good drinking game, they get the laughs going and get everyone to a good level of relatively shitfaced before you head out (thereby saving money when you get out, making drinking games a positively sensible idea.
Some of you will already know, but if you don’t, I turned 24 this week! I’ve had a wonderful week of celebrations with family, friends and work pals, but one of the highlights was a big family meal that we had at The Quarter in Liverpool City Centre.
So you’ve passed your degree, made it through graduation without tripping over your own feet, you have an actual adult job to go to Monday through Friday, but now what?
It’s a totally new frontier for most people, and one that none of our years of schooling and standardised testing and summer holidays have prepared us for. It’s been two years since I graduated and had to go out into the big, wide world, and upon reflection, these are the ten things I wish someone had let me in on before I became a real grown up. Or at least, the attempt of a real grown up that I am now.
I love fashion, and clothes as much as the next girl, but my heart really lies jewellery. I love the way it can instantly change an outfit, dress it up or down, and I love how much you can DO with jewellery, that you can layer it to get a hundred different looks. I particularly like really unusual, or statement jewellery, and there is nothing better for me than discovering a new jewellery brand to fall in love with. With that in mind, I thought I’d do a little post on some of my favourite brands at the minute to share them with you.
So, it’s been three, four or five (or even seven, shout out to any architecture students reading this!) years. You’ve been through questionable choices in Freshers week, the unmatched high of student loan days, the unmatched low of spending your student loan in a week and living in poverty for the rest of the semester, you’ve survived exam month and felt the sheer glee of handing in your dissertation or last assignments, and now you’ve reached the last hurdle. Graduation.
I, like pretty much everyone else in the world, am pretty much obsessed with HBO’s Game of Thrones, as well as the books that they’re based on (The Song of Ice and Fire series by George R R Martin, as if you didn’t already know!). So I’ve been reaaaaally excited for Season 6 to air, and the first two episodes have not disappointed at all. Melisandre, you might burn children at the stake, but you’re alright.
So while I anxiously wait for episode 3 to air (at 2am UK time – I’m going to be knackered on a Monday for the rest of the season) I thought I’d do Tania Michelle’s GoT tag – some fun questions about what I think of the series. Without further ago…
I confess, I love a good Celeb collab collection. I love being able to steal the style of someone I always think looks bomb, and I love how you can take these awesome statement pieces that are so very reminiscent of the celeb who worked on them, and make them your own. The last collection I really got obsessed with was the #NickGrimshawXTopman collection, which despite being designed for boys, had been absorbed into my wardrobe very successfully. I absolutely adore it.
My Grimmy paint splatter shirt is a favourite work outfit with black leather look skinnies and killer heels.
Everyone has those couple of things that they see people do on Tinder that just make them go “NOPE!”, and swipe left faster than you can say ‘Gratuitous app based hook up’, and while these differ person to person, these are the ones that get my right swipe well exercised.
- Having nothing but group shots for pictures. You’re Mr Sociable and you’ve got loads of mates, we get it. But this is Tinder, not Where’s Wally and I’d really like to know which tank top wearing ‘lad’ from the Zante #TB profile pic I’m swiping right to.
- Having girls (ESPECIALLY your ex) in your profile pictures. Any of them. I’m not exactly the crazy jealous nuts person (mostly) but really, know your audience.
- Letting your bio have spelling mistakes in it. ‘Wot’ should have been left way back in 2006, resurrected only by parents who still think text speak is a thing. (Mum, if you’re reading this, it’s not still a thing. The days of messages limited by characters are long gone. You’ve got an iPhone, please use it to write iMessages however long you want.)*
- Talking about your dog in your bio, but not having any pictures of your dog in your profile pictures. I would like evidence, please and it is in your interest because I am waaay more likely to go right if I’m gonna get to spend time with a cute dog somewhere along the line. Not that I’m animal shallow or anything.
- Only including really far away location shots where you’re an itty bitty presence in them. I mean don’t get me wrong. The Vegas fountains are impressive. Machu picchu is super beautiful. I know all these things. What I don’t know is what the bloody hell you look like.
- Putting memorials to dead family members or pets in your Tinder bio (I still can’t believe this is ACTUALLY A THING THAT REAL PEOPLE DO). I mean, I’m really sorry for your loss and everything, but how am I meant to start a conversation with that? Hardly romantic topic of the century is it? “So how did your Uncle Stephen die? Was it sudden? Nice sunglasses in your profile pic too…”.
*I really hope my mum isn’t reading my blog about Tinder. Sorry mum.
Everyone knows a fuck boy. And I do mean everyone. Even if he isn’t in your immediate friends circle, he’s that guy your friend dated and then he ghosted her. Or he’s the boy at the party you had a great time with and then everyone warned you off him so much you decided not to go there. Not only does everyone know a fuck boy, I’m actually willing to wager that you probably know a couple, because like Donald Trump, they are inexplicably on the up.
As long as you don’t date them, or let your friends date them, fuck boys can actually be acceptable furniture, or even vital parts, in the friendship group. Kind of like a poisonous toad in a reptile house – great to have around, adds variety and can even be the center of ‘Venom Week’, but don’t handle them. Just don’t. But does this fuck boy friendship pose a moral dilemma?