The fours for thought.

When it comes to fashion, there’s four gals who’ve got my back. For the I-refuse-to-wear-real-clothes Sundays, the shit-i’ve-got-an-hour-to-get-ready Saturdays and the I-refuse-to-get-up-earlier weekdays. These girls have got it sorted.

Megan Ellaby

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She’s a northern lass. She’s quirky. She has the best hair. So, I guess she’s an all round winner. She’s not afraid to experiment – but then again only she would be able to pull off sparkly shiver ankle boots with star print jeans. I’d just look like a massive dickhead. Everything just seems to work for her – jammy so and so. The moment I discovered her – when she went under the name asos_meg – my then waitrose wages started to dwindle. If she had it, I wanted it. Albeit she was a good 5″ taller than me, had sky scraper legs and locks to die for – I was convinced I could make whatever she wore work. Lol, wrong every time. She’s a grounded kinda gal. Prada sunglasses? Sure. But, I doubt she’s a stranger to Primark. Esp Manchester Primark. Like Alexa Chung, she likes to give two fingers up to everything which tries to get in her way. And she gave me a kick up the back-side to start blogging, play around with wacky pants and to pursue a career in something I love. Oh and we’re both a sucker for an artisan latte and a wardrobe full of Zara garms.

Alexa Chung

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Ok every girl has wanted to be Alexa Chung some time or another – don’t try to deny it. First off, she made up half of the sexiest celeb couple – gah, I need to find a boy who sends me love letters like Alex Turner. Although a boy at school used to do that and it was weird. I decided I wasn’t one for love poems after that. She’s been the face of the dreamiest magazine in the world, … actually planet, no scrap that… the universe – Vogue. I dream every day about working in their office. Ok, there might be a handful of people that think she’s a dickhead – but she means well. Gals, be grateful she is a feminist. I remember being asked the make or break question in an interview earlier this year, who is your biggest icon? The girl to my left said some woman president another said some random french author from about a million years ago. I must’ve looked like a right twat when I said Alexa Chung. Safe to say, I never got the job. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and all that – and I stand by my decision. She stands for a lot more than just fashion. She’s got a bit of fire – something I like to think I have every now and then.

Jenna Rink – 13 Going on 30 (aka Jennifer Garner)

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She perfected the god awful ‘spikey’ buns of the 90s (complete with the silver spiral twist clips) and bright blue eye-shadow. Out of all the films I’ve managed to watch right until the end – which has been few and far between – Jennifer Rink is the gal I can most relate to. Like me, She’s always dreamt of working for a fashion magazine. She had an obsession with dancing around her room to Michael Jackson’s Thriller video. Ok we didn’t exactly have the same music taste. And she owed one of those hideous-off-the-shoulder-gem-encrusted-blue-top accessorised with two whole rolls of toilet paper. The one thing I haven’t done yet is wear my silky nightdress to work.. but I guess there is still time.

Felicity Jones

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Absolute hair goals – THE sweeping bangs girl. *quick fan girl moment* And boy does she knows how to don the peter pan collar. Ok she donned it went peter pan collars were in fashion. As much as I’m all for wacky patterns and quirky pants – she screams simple. But she makes simple so sophisticated. High neck jumpers and a polite-past-the-knee-skirt… Miss Jones nails it. Fav pic of all time has to be from her shoot with Vogue in 2014 – proper sixties. Baby blue coat with a dusty pink collar finished off with a Mary Quant-esk skirt. The outfit which dreams are made of. Icing on the cake? She’s a born and bred brummie – so there’s hope for us all. No matter how slow and stupid we sound.

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“No, it’s not Ashton, it’s Aisling. That’s A-I-S-L-I-N-G”

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Well, that’s a wrap. I made it the end of the week without any major fuck-ups. Yeah, major is the imperative word here. But, it could have gone a lot worst. Believe me. Ok, I might have had heart palpitations, a tied tongue and a spate of shakes when I made my first phonecall. But, I still managed to pluck up the courage to do it. We’ll just ignore the fact it took three hours to do so.

It’s weird – I’m practically an adult now. Like, I have my own you-can’t-see-much-because-it’s-covered-in-sticky-notes desk, a fancy office phone (which I’ve soon discovered actually works) and a fully functioning email address. Woah – calm down. Fashion wise? I get to wear fancy shoes, fitted pencil skirts and elegant dresses – it’s bliss.

Saying that, it hasn’t been plain sailing. It’s a challenge and I’ve got a lot to learn. Writing is my passion and when I’m blogging words just roll off my tongue – but news writing is a completely different kettle of fish. It’s hard. It’s frustrating. And it’s an it’s an art I’m eager to master. I know it’ll come in time and the penny will drop – I’m just very impatient.

As far as work environments go, it’s pretty awesome. Everyone is so chilled and the room is constantly full of flying banter. Of course, I’m always the brunt of the jokes. But you wait, you wait until I’m all settled. They’ll need a tub of sudocreme for the burns. They’ll soon see the punny side. Joking aside, they’re a cracking bunch and have made me feel proper welcome.

Sticking to my word – even though I’ve settled into a job – it’s the year of experience. The first hurdle? shorthand. It’s shapes and symbols, so if it’s anything like algebra – I’m screwed. With that in mind, I’m proper excited to get my teeth into it and whip its ass. But let’s not get cocky – I haven’t started it yet.

So, the good news is that I’m going back for another week. They haven’t managed to scare me off. Not yet anyway. Although it’s difficult, I’m excited to grow and find my niche as a journalist. I know I’ve made the right decision and I’m full of beans to see where it will take me.

For now? It’s about nailing an Intro.

Over and out.

The Mad Grad.

 

 

 

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‘In yer f*ckin face’

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Take what you know about theatre and fuck it out the window – that’s exactly what In Your Face theatre did. A 75 minute fix; disorientated, confused and at times, extremely uncomfortable – it was proper hit. Performed in The Rainbow (a cold, dilapidated shed) and engulfed by a 90’s rave on arrival – reality was soon lost. Perplexed was an understatement. You just knew it was going to be an eccentric performance, then again, it was Trainspotting.

As a sparse set, erratic strobe lighting and make-shift bodily fluids lined the floor – the artistic directors depicted Welsh’s 80’s novel remarkably. Faced with full-frontal nudity (some involuntary closer than others), extreme violence and a-little-too-convincing drug use, it was impossible to escape from the real issues that were being touched upon. Like the junkies, we also had no choice.

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A credit to Welsh’s don’t-give-a-fuck novel, the performance was next to nothing. Gavin Ross – who managed to get himself into a series of shit situations – played Renton to a tee. Shoulders deep in a faeces infested toilet after lubricating a suppository which he earlier stuck up his back side – Ross has guts. Either that, or a trained gag reflex. It’s more than most of the audience could say. Then again, I didn’t receive a clout in the face with a unknown-brown-substance-soaked-tissue (Others weren’t so lucky). Perhaps quite a large claim to make, the Scottish star’s performance was on par with Ewan McGregor. Ey up Danny Boyle, we’ve found your man for the sequel.

It’s a performance for realists. Screw your average theatre with your pigeon holed stalls and boxes – this was a free for all. Screw boundaries. No-one had a right to an opinion in this place. No-one ever felt safe.

A story about a lack opportunities, an ambiguous future and a broken society. You could say, History is repeating itself. “Choose life, choose a career and choose a fixed-interest mortgage repayments”(yeah right, like that’s possible.)

Done and dusted in Birmingham, the cast have moved onto Bristol for the last leg of their journey. Living up to their 5-star rating, they’ve performed at Edinburgh Fringe Festival in front of Irvine Welsh, the man who gave birth to this outstanding cult novel.

“Shocking… and I wrote the f*cking thing.”

                                             – Irvine Welsh, On ‘In Your Face’ theatre performance.

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The life of a Grad

 

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I’m 21, my roots are horrendous and my eyebrows are in desperate need of some TLC.

My life right now? Far from sorted.

I’ve just finished an internship with a magazine publishers and now I feel like I’m at a loose end.

After 4 weeks of six o’clock starts, two hour commutes and exhausted playlists – I realised the 9 -5.30 lifestyle isn’t for me. Not yet anyway. Dressing smart, wearing fancy shoes and grabbing a coffee on the the way, I sort of convinced myself that I had my life together. Ignoring the fact that I was doing this for free (Ok, £50 a week).

It was so different. Sitting amongst like-minded people, drinking copious amounts of tea and devouring packets of humbugs. I wasn’t used it. Everything was so chilled. Instagram, Twitter and Facebook were part of my working routine – it was weird. I would spent hours reading travel blogs, writing about amazing places and planning adventurous trips. I loved it.

I was used to having arrogant customers shout at me for building queues and the lack of cashiers even though they could clearly see I was sorting it out. The amount of times I’ve been made to feel dumb just because I’m working in a supermarket, oblivious to the fact that I’m probably more educated than them.

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The same conversation with the same people, day in day out, about what I’m going to do with my life. I always feel obliged to make up an answer and go with the first thing that comes into my head. Most of the time I say teaching because I think it sounds ambitious. The truth is I haven’t got a clue what I want to do. I’m too embarrassed to talk about travelling because it always sounds too cliché.

Ever since school, I’ve always had the next step planned out. I just went with the flow. I studied ridiculously hard for my A Levels and managed to get a place at my top choice University. Happy days.

I never planned any further than here – I suppose that’s not always a bad thing.

Eager to try new things, I’ve decided this is going to be the year of experience.

To kick start it off, I’ve just booked a 6 week course at the MAC in Birmingham. It’s an introduction into blogging and self-publishing websites.

I can’t wait.

The Mad Grad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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