It's a wee bit eggy...

As some of you will remember, this time a year ago, I released what was thought to be my goals for this year. On the list, I basically included everything that I had wanted to achieve, and now, exactly one year later, I thought I would do a small review to let everyone know how much of a failure I truly am. 2016 Blog More Find a job/Apprenticeship I Enjoy YouTube Make More Films Take More Photos Write Some Books Edit Books More Create a Choice Book Open my Clay Shop See People More Focus More On Me Actually Write In Calendar/Diary Cook More  As you can probably already assume from the tone of this, I don’t actually think I managed to achieve any of the goals I set out – I’ve hardly blogged, I haven’t worked on any writing, film or clay projects, and my organization has been at an all-time low. I did go out a bit more than I had in 2015, and found an apprenticeship I sort of enjoy, but it’s safe to say that the start of the year was still a c...

First performed in in 1968, Mart Crowley’s ‘The Boys in the Band’ has been revived once again, featuring appearances from the likes of Mark Gatiss, Ian Hallard, and James Holmes. Described by James Holmes as “gays in a room”, the play revolves around a group of gay friends in New York, who meet up to celebrate Harold’s (played by Mark Gatiss) fortysomething birthday. Organised by Michael (Ian Hallard), the birthday party commences, but comedy quickly deteriorates as alcohol is drunk and weed is smoked, leading to, what can only be described as, despair (but let’s face it, we’ve all been there before).  Characters are drip-fed onto stage throughout Act 1, and as each of them enters, their clear independence is displayed, as you would expect from a group of friends. They interact well with each other, but without losing who they truly are, which certainly helped to create one of the most realistic pieces of theater that I haves seen to date. On top of this, there are clear...

To say that life hasn’t been manic would certainly be an understatement of the year. I can’t work out whether I am trying to do too much, or if life just wants me to rush around like a headless chicken, but I have desperately tried to get everything done, but there aren’t enough hours in the day. And since recently turning 20, I find myself becoming more ambitious and panicking about the amount of time I have left in life before my inevitable death catches me. As a result to the growing number of existential crises the greet me every hour, along with the disappointment of not being the person that I truly want to be, I decided to create a new goals list, titled as ‘Twenty things I want to do in my Twenties’. I created a video to explain every point in more detail (so yes, this blog is a bit of a cop-out), but if you fancy just seeing the bare list to fulfill all of your listing desires, then this post is for you.   Twenty things I want to do in my Twenties ...

Throbbing feet and a practically deceased bank account was all the confirmation I needed to prove that Sherlocked 2016 wasn’t a dream. The weekend was fuelled from excitement and coffee, and certainly displayed an array of highs and lows, all of which I will try to remember now. As mentioned above, this event completely slaughtered my bank account. I’m not talking ‘made a little dent’, I mean it grabbed my purse, took a shit on my bank card and set it on fire – it was that expensive.  Originally I had only planned to go on the Sunday with my friend (as she was busy on the Saturday), so bought a day pass; however, once Andrew Scott was announced, I quickly changed my mind and bought a day pass for the Saturday too. This is something I definitely won't be doing again, as the day passes cost around £35 each, and this literally only allowed you entry to the event and the ability to buy more tickets i.e photo passes (I know, it's so generous!).  On top of this, the...

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...