In a bid to save money on my letter writing, I have decided to use my left over fancy A5 card to print out my own headed letter paper.

I got into writing letters when I first moved to London and wanted to stay in contact with my grandma, a self confessed technophobe; she has been known to turn off her phone after a call instead of just hanging up, rendering her non-contactable. For this reason, and because letter writing is a nice thing to do, I started to splash out on really lovely letter paper. My aim is to replicate the effect, but on a student budget.

My go-to for buying letter paper is the Rifle Paper Co. which is based in Florida - I have only ever bought their products whilst in the States. If you're ever over, or you live there, I strongly advise you to stock up because their products are great.

I'll let you know how my attempt goes, I'm currently stuck on doodling ducks...


Although I can't really afford it, and I haven't been to one in just over a year, I have decided to join a  gym. The closest gym to where I am living in London happens to be an LA Fitness, having previously only been a member at small and grotty gyms, this is a world away from what I am used to; both in terms of facilities and pricing. To me, the £49/month student rate is obscene, as I write this, I am again questioning my decision.

In truth, I only want the membership for three months in the lead up to my next birthday. I was assured when I went to look around that I could cancel the contract after the three month period with no problems. Yet when you search LA Fitness on Google, a BBC Watchdog result comes up with accounts like mine - they were all assured they could cancel their membership when they were moving (which, in thee months time, just before my birthday, I am) but then when it came down to it, they were not so forthcoming in their willingness to cancel said contract.

I am worried, simply because there is no way I can financially commit myself to a 12 month contract at £49/month. In three months time I will get back to you with the result. Hopefully, given that they have been investigated by the BBC, things will have changed.

CLICK HERE to read the BBC Watchdog article, definitely worth a read if you're thinking about joining.


I spent the day fantasising about moving to the south of France, a thought that is becoming increasingly less fleeting. The idea of living a simple existence is achingly appealing to me despite the fact that I am studying to work in the fashion industry - hardly setting me up for a calm lifestyle. 

I'm talking the whole cliché; bicycle with a front basket, daily breakfast bakery runs, stone walls, wooden floors, writing a book (on a Mac but with a typewriter nearby for effect). If you have ever seen One Day (great book, terrible film), then picture her French apartment interior for that will be applied to my modest house/apartment. 

I decided to inform my mum of my plans to run away; "Do I need to start smoking/drinking?" was her response. A number of people share in the same fantasy as me, is it really that daunting a task that seemingly no one acts upon it? 

This is now my plan: to actually be one of the few who goes and does it. I will keep you updated though - it's not looking likely for the next few years, with my vacuous degree to complete and such like. 

Here's hoping. 


A number of artists were given a single sheet of paper and were tasked with creating something unique. Here are some delightful examples of their paper art.

Note that this is the first use of colour on the blog, all be it minimal.


It would be fair to say that I have been dedicating a sizeable portion of my time to trawling the internet. Thankfully, every now and then, I come across something lovely:

The Egg
Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.


g r e a s y  s p o o n. 

Today I went to the lovely Regency Cafe, it is a moments walk from Chelsea College of Art & Design and the Tate Britain. Should you ever find yourself in the area, I recommend that you stop off for something suitably greasy. If you aren't hungry or find yourself to be extremely low on funding (like me, it is not an expensive place...), then I still recommend that you go in and listen in wonderment to the lady behind the counter who seamlessly transitions between bellowing out food orders, and speaking completely normally. 

It has been there since 1946 and a scene from Layer Cake was filmed within the four walls - so you know it's good. 

Regency Cafe: 17-19 Regency St, London, Greater London SW1P 4BY

Monday - Friday

7:00 am – 2:30 pm, 4:00–7:00 pm
Saturday7:00 am – 12:00 pm


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