PERFECT SHOPS & PROCRASTINATION

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So the other day i was forced out of my house with a bag full of CVs to go into Manchester with and get job hunting, which up until then, I'd been doing fully on my laptop. After 10 minutes of offering my CV to places and being scoffed at because 'everything is online now' which i told my parents before they forced me out of the house, i then decided to kill time by looking around shops. My favourite thing to do when window shopping is to go to the poshest shops you can find (Harvey Nichols was my target this time), and walk around all high and mighty, turning your nose up at designs and saying arrogant things under your breath. it helps if you're wearing loud shoes, like Chelsea boots, or for women; heels, so that you can make your presence known to the up-their-own-arse wankers who work there. 

After spending a good half an hour giving the overpriced designer store and it's staff the middle finger (one of the staff in mention was a guy who once left me during a date for someone else), i decided to take a look for some lesser known, but more friendly designers to appreciate. I ended up in Afflecks Palace in the Northern Quarter, a place i haven't been in properly since i was about 14 and had long hair. To my surprise, there were a lot of little shops that were really welcoming and full of cloths people could actually afford. There was a really cute craft shop that looked perfect for getting really nice vintage look tags and studs etc. called love craft. the woman at the till seemed a little bitchy but otherwise, it'd probably be my craft go to place. 

The main place that impressed me was a little clothing boutique that was sort of hidden away, squished between a load of larger shops, and it didn't have a name. After enquiring, i found out it was called 'Unexpected Apparel' and the clothes they sold were almost all original designs. the thing i liked most about this store was that they seemed very pro-recycle, because most of their work was on plainer, ready made clothing. For example, there was a white jumper that they had added half covers on the shoulders and a middle pocket made out of leather and the stitching was actually really quite good. They also had this long shirt that they'd written on with paint, and seeing as somehow, it's becoming more and more popular to wear nowadays, they'd caught up with the newer trends. It was such a nice experience to see people doing it for themselves instead of being sheep in the heard and following the conventions of normal, mainstream shops.

I'm thinking of doing more about fashion and maybe a bit of beauty on this blog, seeing as i know a thing or two about it, as well as my usual lifestyle posts, but I'm not sure whether that's what you guys want to see. let me know what you think, seeing as you're my target audience and i love ya! leave me a comment or maybe a tweet about it telling me what you think? ta! x

BARS & BLUE PINTS

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As my twitter peeps know, i was in Sheffield on Monday to play a gig at a bar/venue called West Street live. It was the first time i had ever been to Sheffield and it was a lot of fun. The reception from the crowd was quite good and although two spotlights were blinding me all the way through my set, from what i could see, people were enjoying it. It was actually our first gig in 2014 and it was nice to be on stage again. As some of you may know, I'm a terrible front man if i don't have a drink down me, because i get stage fright (not good for a singer, i know), but i was pissed so it was all good.

A good friend of mine from uni, Izzy, came to see us play for the first time and i hadn't seen her in a while so we went out after i finished the set, to a place called 'Corp'. It was a seriously weird place, and i don't think i could describe it too you, it was just that confusing, but fun nonetheless. At this place i met one of the guys who came to the gig and it was nice to hear what people thought of the band, and better that someone recognised me! Now this is where it got interesting - the drinks that were on offer were coloured pints. I have no idea what was in the blue pint but it tasted so good, i mean you have to give the place major points for the quirk factor of it all!

Anyway, we went to another place, called The Leadmill afterwards which was pretty cool, for me good music and good company makes a great night, so this place is what I'm all about. but over all, i have to say Sheffield was such a great experience and I'd love to go again. If you guys have any other places around the country you'd think I'd like, let me know and we'll go for a cheeky drink and a boogy!

SCHOOL DAYS AND SCARRING VIDEOS

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Seeing as I've been such a shitty blogger recently, and i posted for the first time in a while earlier on today, i thought you might want something else to read too.

So i was watching the gorgeous Connor Franta collaborating with Sawyer, and not unlike the collab of queen bee Tyler Oakley and YouTube Goddess Grace Helbig, they were watching x rated viral clips and it got me thinking about how when i was younger, my twatty friends would trick me on to some site which would go on and scar me for a life time.

Through all the times (strangely mostly in maths lessons), that I'd go to the toilet and when i came back there would be four tabs open on my browser showing 2 girls one cup and an obscene amount of videos i could only describe as 'nun-fucking' i think it may have seriously effected my sexuality. to be fair they did also call me camp quite often so if i go off what scientific studies say, then maybe it wasn't their fault, but it's always nice to have someone to blame for anything, isn't it?

I think back then, it was the  'in' thing to do, as viral videos were only just starting, but i don't think there would ever be a point in my mind where I'd want to go back and reminisce about that time. I remember the worst thing about my childhood was the constant battle with being who i wanted to be, for example whenever someone would call me camp I'd get offended, or if a girl fancied me, I'd go out with her. i think i knew i was gay for a long time but i just couldn't allow myself to be who i am at that time, in case no one like what they saw.

Did you ever have hide from something at school? or do you think you are hiding from something still? let me know via the comments or twitter or anything! I'm a good listener :) x

MY STRANGE PADDY'S DAY

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so, after days of promising a post, I've finally done one. To be fair, i was so hungover yesterday, i didn't leave my bed so I'm not even sorry for that. St Paddy's day was crazy and took everything out of me, but i don't think I'll forget it any time soon.

Literally half an hour before the 7 o'clock train, i was persuaded to go out and my mum, who felt sorry for me because I've not left the house in 4 weeks decided to give me money for a one off night out. after running down for the train i met with my friend Kat who as usual was bubbly and a good laugh. we met up with our friend Danielle and Kat's who mates Matt and Jayson and went to hell on earth - my old work. It was good seeing the small amount of the original staff i worked with but it felt weird being in there again. And just so you guys know, if you go to Manchester for a night out, DO NOT go to Bierkeller, its overpriced and corrupt. we then went for one drink elsewhere before going to an Irish bar. It was packed and everyone were in good spirits so the mood in this place was pretty great.

5 pints of Guinness and a few more bars later, we left the Printworks and set off to go to '42's' a club on the other side of town. we got there at the most awkward time, as it had just opened and no one was really there, but the music was to my taste and everyone seemed like they were enjoying themselves. give it half an hour and people were flooding in and we were on the dance floor and Kat was trying to set me up with her best mate, who wasn't even there. This is where it got awkward - Jayson decided that the best idea to get me in a more upbeat mood was to walk up so a stranger and try and get him on to me. Seeing as i wasn't drunk enough not to care and i hadn't met him before, it put me in a bad mood. There was this really hot guy there who was perfect for me but i didn't really want Jayson harassing another lad and he moved about so much i couldn't really bump into him and spark a conversation (yes that's how i pull, I'm smooth you see). But anyway, it got to two o'clock and because i hadn't had a night out in months, i refused to leave. My friends left and i decided to make friends by pulling a random gay guy, as normal. My god I'm a slut. So, after spending the rest of the night out with a load of Geordie people, who were both dull and stupid, i walked to the bus stop and this is where the night went crashing down, and crashing hard.

The next bus wasn't until 5 so i had about an hour and a half to kill which was unfortunate, so i sat down and then my phone died. knowing it would only get worse, i should have anticipated the drunk guy with the bleeding knuckles to sit down next to me. he spent the next hour telling me about how much of a dick his mate is and we sort of made an unlikely friendship - now have him on twitter, so if you're reading this, Hi Aidan. 30 minutes to go until the bus and i started getting stomach cramps, i needed a shit more than anyone had needed one before. the worse thing was, there were no toilets open and i had a 2 hour journey home ahead of me. Let's just say that the rest of the journey was me hobbling like I'd shat myself (which i somehow didn't) and cars going past watching me in pain but only slowing down to Snapchat the wet-through idiot who looks like he'd shat him self. when i finally got home i gave birth.

The thing is, whenever i go for a night out, i leave the house thinking 'i can turn back now, save the money and spend it elsewhere' and at the end of the night, when I'm hobbling home at 6 in the morning i think 'why the fuck did i bother?', so i ask anyone who reads this to tell me - why do i still bother? i know you may have expected a more embarrassing story, seeing as normally  get drunk and do something stupid, but this time i was just plain and simple not that drunk. Maybe Next time, eh? Oh, god why am i planning on a next time?

FRUIT AND FITNESS

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Did you miss me? Did you? Missed you too! Sorry about the massive delay since i last posted, i honestly have no excuse other than the fact that i've done absolutely nothing interesting or even really left the house recently. I would give you an extensive recap of that one time last week when i went for a walk to the shop, but i feel that'd be rather dull. Let's stop thinking about the past and get on this post shall we?

So i realised that i've been eating too much rubbish recently, if i hadn't caught a glimpse of my new second chin in the mirror the other day i don't think i would have done anything about it and just carried on eating until i was the size of the moon. But fate was on my size and i noticed my weight gain on shopping day, so i called up my mum and forced her to buy less crap. I'm on day two of my new diet and i'm hating it already, i think i'm ready to kill for a pot noodle. Instead of gorging on crumpets in the morning (how very English of me), i now eat a bowl of fresh fruit and an activia to keep me going till lunch. Lunch can be anything i want as long as it's not massive and i finish the day off with pasta, salad or something healthy like that. It's helping me with my portion control at least. the thing is, when you have nothing to do during the day and no employer seems to want you, it's easy to comfort eat your way out of boredom and it's ridiculous how very easy it is to binge on a mountain of chips because you 'didn't know how much to cook'.

The thing is, i don't know about you but Gyms are expensive and, as a person who has never had a gym membership, intimidating. Having to come in for an induction on how to use the equipment just sounds so humiliating when there will no doubt be someone you know watch you as some six pack wanker walks you around telling you how to use a treadmill as if it's not obvious. Over all, the worst thing about a gym is the changing rooms - imagine, you've just joined for the reason that you have no body confidence and you want to improve on it so that you feel more comfortable in topless situations, and the first step is to take your top off whist getting changed in front of mainly well built teenagers and muscle men. I mean seriously, it's like pushing someone who's afraid of heights off a cliff. It's just plain wrong.

Because of my refusal to be the one guy my age in the gym getting changed and weeping because of my car crash of a body, i need to start doing something to shed some pounds, i don't mind running but it's pretty cold around the time i'd run at the moment and i really could do with a running buddy, so i need new ideas for getting back in shape!

Anyone got any good ideas? let me know on twitter or in the comments box! love you guys!