It's a wee bit eggy...

Optimistic, light-hearted and fuelled with compassion is the only way I can think to describe Adam Hills at the best of times, and his latest tour of Clown Heart was certainly no exception. Usually, I am a fan of darker and more twisted style of comedy, which probably says far too much about me as a person, but as an avid fan of the Channel Four talk show The Last Leg , I jumped at the chance to see the host, Adam Hills, live, despite my scepticism. On the show, Hills is undoubtedly smart and quick-thinking, and yet when piling into the theatre, I couldn’t help but starting to feel a growing anxiety that he would be the sort of comedian who is great on TV, but, for lack of a better word, disappointing when live. Obviously, I was quickly proven wrong.  The show started with a support act, who also completely blew all of my expectations out of the water. Ian Coppinger , who dare I say is the newfound king of improvisation, should definitely be a household name by now. ...

This post is mainly one for those who follow me on Twitter. A couple of people have now messaged me to complain about some of my tweets, which are often centred on my anxiety, and it’s really getting under my skin. I would understand the issue if the tweets were of a strongly triggering nature (like many others are on twitter), but they aren’t, and instead they focus on certain things that people have done that often trigger a panic attack for me. On multiple occasions I have been called an attention seeker over these tweets, and as a result, I feel like I should explain why I do it. I have over 700 followers on twitter, and from this I am assuming a maximum of 50 users will see one of my tweets. My logic is that if a single person sees the way in which anxiety could potentially be triggered in everyday situations, it could increase awareness, which, to me, is especially vital in situations which could be avoided. Practically all of the situations I’ve mentioned could have...

Picture the stereotypically British scene… Rain clouds possessed the Petersfield skies, as hundreds of drenched, young rockers queue for the UK’s largest drug and alcohol free festival – Butserfest. With running hairspray and eyeliner trickling into the iconic ‘Alice Cooper’ look, spirits refused to be dampened, and trust me, there is nothing more hard-core British than seeing a crowd of music lovers sitting in a damp, muddy field whilst drinking tea. Celebrating it’s tenth year of scaring sheep, Butserfest seemed to be heaving in comparison to previous year, and until a month ago, I too was a Butserfest-virgin. The Butserhill field seemed as busy as ever, with an uncharacteristic non-stop buzz of excitement as it namedropped the likes of Mallory Knox , Young Guns and Creeper , all of which you would never expect to see here of all places, but let's face it, And it's safe to say, that the whole event did impress.  The host on the main stage was absolutely incredib...

Originally, I planned to come back to this blog pounding out some brilliantly mediocre reviews and posts; however, after some recent messages I received from a certain girl, I felt that there was something I really need to talk about. I have been in two minds about actually posting this, especially due to a number of threats that she has directed at me, but I refuse to be silenced. With that said, I am still not going to go into large amounts of detail in regard to the backstory, as I feel that would be too much and subtract from the point of this post, which is that of body shaming. Let’s start from the beginning; About a month ago, I had become quite close friends with a guy, which appeared to erupt a jealous rage within his ex-girlfriend. Long story short, they got back together; however, he and I remained FRIENDS, which clearly didn’t sit well with her. When they then broke up after roughly a week of them getting together, her blame quickly shifted to me – and before I...

Seeing as it’s been over two months since my last post, I feel obliged to write this review today. After copious amounts of coffee and twenty scribbled pages of notes – all of which are now scrunched into the bin – I finally feel ready to begin to write. So, here it is, at long last a review of the rather poor Alice in Wonderland sequel, Through the Looking Glass. Now, it wasn't until doing some research on this film that I noticed Tim Burton was not the director. To be honest, when I was watching it, I felt as though this was a cheap knock-off of one of his films, so am glad to know that he hasn't sold out. I wasn't a huge fan of the monstrosity of the first film, but at least it was visually pleasing – unlike this one! On top of this, I absolutely hated the Vegetable people. They were stupid and immature, and I am pretty sure they are only featured to get an easy laugh from the kids in the audience. I know that I am n...

Hey Guys, I was going to do a healthy recipe on this blog; however, I then tried out a cupcake recipe which was ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL , and thought I would go for that instead! You’re Welcome! For the Cupcakes , the things you will need are: 120g Plain Flour 140g Caster Sugar 1 1/2 teaspoons Baking Powder 1/2 teaspoon Ground Cinnamon 1/4 teaspoon Mixed Spice 1/4 teaspoon Ground Ginger A Pinch of Salt 40g Unsalted Butter at Room Temperature 120g Milk 1 Egg 1/4 teaspoon Vanilla Extract A tub of chopped ginger in syrup (which are usually about 225g) For the Icing , you will need: 50ml Milk 1 Large Piece of Fresh Ginger (cut into a few chunks) 400g Icing Sugar 125g Unsalted Butter at Room Temperature Grated Zest of 1 Lemon Step 1: To prepare for the icing, in a bowl or jug or whatever you have, pour the milk, add the fresh ginger and put in the fridge to infuse for a couple of hours. Now, back to the Cupcakes… Step 2: Preheat the ov...

A brutal, Polish story that depicts the darkest and loneliest roots of modern adolescents – The Suicide Room, directed by Jan Komasa, is nothing quite like I’ve seen before.  At first, I was confused and sceptical of this sub-titled film, but now I’m sat here thinking about it an hour or so later, its haunting tale and beautifully painful visuals have truly gotten to me. The plot revolves around Dominik, a high school student who is the only son of wealthy parents, both of whom seem to be having affairs. Dominik portrays a sense of secret homosexuality, which becomes clear when he makes out with his male friend, Aleksander, at a party. Like many things nowadays, this kiss is quick to explode on social media, and although Dominik enjoys the controversial attention and tension at first, he soon becomes the school laughing stock, thus forcing him into isolation. This isolation is then what leads to Dominik’s discovery of an online chat room – The Suicide Room. I must admit, I d...