Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 July 2018

CON-GRAD-ULATIONS!


It's mad to think that I started this blog in 2013 when I was just starting my uni applications, and now I've just graduated from The University of Manchester with a First Class Honours degree in French Studies!

I've had the best 4 years and it's absolutely flown by. I've consumed far too many substances, ate far too much pasta and had far too little sleep, but hopefully I'm leaving a little more well educated (I now know not to put tinfoil in the microwave)!

Graduation was a lovely day. It somehow managed not to rain in Manchester for once, and I somehow managed not to trip while going up to collect my degree. The best part was that I was surrounded by my amazing family and friends who I definitely couldn't have got through these last 4 years without.

Here's some more pics and info of what I wore on the day!


Lipstick - Nars 'Mayflower' (discontinued)



Dress- H&M
Shoes - Primark


All in all, £50,000 worth of debt was defo worth it for 2 free drinks at graduation!

I'm really sad that uni's over as I've had the best time of my life in Manchester, but I'm excited to see what graduate life holds for me and my friends!

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

Thoughts on the moshing ban

As most of you are probably aware, Oliver Sykes has been forbidden to encourage mosh pits, walls of death and anything of a similar nature after a distressed mother attempted to sue him because her daughter was injured in a mosh pit at a Bring Me The Horizon gig.


Personally I don't believe that the woman should have any right to sue Oli, as her daughter's injury is actually due to her own irresponsible parenting. She knowingly allowed her underage daughter to attend a concert alone, when there was clearly an age restriction. Indeed, perhaps security should have been more strict, but it's more than likely that the girl simply appeared old enough, as young girls can often look older than they actually are with the aids of makeup and provocative clothing. To me, the fact that she has tried to sue Oli just shows that she feels guilty about what's happened, but is refusing to accept the blame. Moreover, had the girl actually been old enough to go and was injured, it still wouldn't be Oli's fault. While he may have encourgaged people to mosh, the choice to enter the pit was hers and hers alone. She should have had more common sense than to enter a mosh pit full of older men at least twice her size, in which she was obviously going to get hurt. I myself went into a mosh pit at a Slipknot gig when I was twelve. Needless to say I left it quickly and didn't go near another for at least three years, but the important factor is that I never whined about it. I understood why people did it, I just knew that at that time it wasn't for me.

Of course, sometimes mosh pits can be dangerous, but so can crossing the street. Sometimes there'll be a brick shithouse in there that's sole interest is beating the shit out of everyone, but in general the people in mosh pits are some of the nicest in the world. They'll pick you straight back up if you fall down and never intend to hurt anyone; it's all just part of the fun. If you know what you're doing and stay out of pits you know are too hardcore for you, then moshing is a fun and exciting experience.

Moshing has always been a part of the culture surrounding metal and hardcore bands, so why shouldn't we be allowed to do it? And shouldn't the government be focused on more important matters like underage drinking and violence on the streets? Mosh pits occur at most gigs, whether you go to see an indie rock or a heavy metal band, yet somehow it's the metal that's being called the bad influence, as per usual. I think this is completely and ridiculously unjust, especially when we live in a society where it's acceptable and even considered funny to wish for cancer so that you can meet Justin Bieber. With everyone so focused on gay rights, we forget about the prejudice that exists within music genres, and it's actually quite serious. Whilst a few people may have died from injuries attained in mosh pits, what about the thousands more murdered for their interest in the alternative lifestyle? The world is a fucked up place.

I for one will continue to mosh just as hardly as ever, especially at Bring Me The Horizon gigs. Remember guys, as long as it lives within us, they can never destroy the mosh. Peace x

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Post festival depression

I returned home from Download festival in Donnington Park on Monday night. It was the first music festival I'd ever been to and it was absolutely surreal.

I went for the full five days, a bit of a risk since I'd never even been camping before, but I found that I coped remarkably well. Showers are overrated, the toilets were nowhere near as bad as people hype them to be, I found myself mostly overheated opposed to freezing and surviving on nothing but bags of Skips wasn't all that bad.

Whereas I don't miss lying on the cold, hard ground not being able to sleep due to people wandering around at 3am in search of lighters and cocaine, I'm really struggling to re-adapt to reality. The place felt like home to me; I was surrounded by the music I love and people who love it too. If I believed in heaven, this is exactly what I would want it to be (except maybe with a bit more sun).

My whole life, I'd never really felt like I belonged anywhere. Download was completely different; I was supposed to be there. Now I just feel exceptionally low for no apparent reason. All I want is to be back there in those muddy fields, I wouldn't even care if it was pouring it down with rain. I can't concentrate in lessons and I don't feel like talking to anyone unless it's about Download, especially the part where I met Parkway Drive.

Realising that a lot of people probably feel the same way after coming back to everyday life after Download, and indeed any other music festival, I decided to come up with some solutions that may help you with your own post festival blues:

1) Invest in a new album- yes, you're probably skint after paying a tenner for 6" pizzas and dry fish & chips, but you can easily pick up an older album for less than that nowadays. Treat yourself.

2) Find yourself in photos/videos- whilst looking at photos and videos may be triggering, the goal of finding yourself amongst the crowd provides a nice distraction. At worst you'll get a good few laughs at pictures of hairy men in mankinis.

3) Talk about it- whether it be to your friends or on social media, talk about your experience! Every aspect of it! Don't stop until everyone is jealous of you!

4) Tea & toast- even if you did pay the ridiculous prices for these at the festival, nothing can beat the home versions. Enjoy these simple things.If you don't like tea or toast, swap them for alternatives such as chocolate and coffee.

5) Pee. A lot.- Enjoy being able to go to the toilet without being literally terrified of what you'll find there. You can even wash your hands!

6) Have a one man mosh pit- play your favourite bands albums at an obnoxiously loud volume and dance around your house by yourself. If you like you can even purposely throw yourself into things to make it feel more realistic.

7) Go for a walk- follow a familiar route in your town and just walk. Watching the world go by will help you adjust back to reality.

If anyone has any other tips for getting over those post festival blues, I'd love to hear them in the comments! Reviews of the bands I saw at Download will be coming very soon!

Saturday, 23 March 2013

We'll carry on

When I was eleven, I used to go to my friend's house every morning before school, and whilst I was waiting for her to get ready I'd watch a TV channel called The Hits [now 4music]. One day they played a new song called Famous Last Words, and it changed my life.

This morning I woke up to a text telling me that the first band I ever loved have broken up.


My Chemical Romance were the first band that I ever saw live, on November 11th 2007. At the time I'd never loved anything as much as I did them, I'd never been passionate about anything. They helped me to grow up. They taught me about music, love, loss, happiness and despair. They taught me to never give up, and to never live my life by someone else's principles. They taught me to be extraordinary.

My Chemical Romance made me the person who I am today. Without them I would never have learned to love music. I wouldn't listen to any of the bands I do now. Not A Day To Remember. Not Of Mice & Men. Not While She Sleeps. I wouldn't have met any of the wonderful friends I have now due to music. I might have not even still been around to type this. Although it's been a while since I've listened to them as my tastes have developed to genres somewhat heavier, I will be forever grateful to this band for teaching me that life is beautiful if you know where to look, and that it is always worth it.

Yes, it is a shame that they've broken up, in fact, it's almost heartbreaking, but I believe they'll become something iconic and legendary within a few decades and I can't wait to tell my kids how I was there through it all, their rise and fall. Their music will live on forever with the fans and through the people they've inspired and influenced, and in twenty years time Primark will sell their shirt to hipster wannabe preteens who've never heard of them.

Thank you for everything, so long and goodnight boys.