One of the best things I’ve ever eaten…. No lie. Duck something something…yum….! (food photos are boring…I do apologise.)
Not a bad little view…
Celebrations involving rave glasses, Lanson and a pool…
Never let a bored promo girl alone with blue eyeliner!
I wasn’t “there” but I soaked up the atmosphere on the streets of London!! Felt very proud of my old flame LUKE Oldfield who played alongside his Dad, Mike. My photo had to be dedicated to that moment, even if its a screen-grab!!
Danny Boyle… You did us proud Sir. Very proud. Good luck to Team GB and EVERYONE… Have a brilliant Olympics x
Me n my very oldest friend, Steph went to Hyde Park to watch some bands, see a flame and blag our way in to the VIP section (which was boring!). We also got free coke!!
And people call me a poser….!
My favourite building in London.
People of England! I have a request. Please, hear me out…
I realise ‘it’ is deep within our make-up, set into our bones and fuelled by our blood which boils at the first opportunity; much in the way we insist on starting most conversations commenting on the weather or at the sight of a queue we feel a natural desire to join but, really, ‘it’ needs to stop.
I’ve spent the last few days being a bit of a tourist in London and if you’ve followed my blog for a while, you’ll know I like to do that quite a lot! You see, I think it is one of the most amazing cities in the world and when you live here, you can so easily take its beauty for granted, get irritated by its quirks and only see the chaos, dirt and expense. However, my Mum always told me to “stop and smell the roses” so I make a conscious effort from time to time to slow down, breathe it in and make the most out of living in such an exciting place.
YES, the rumours are true; the sun does indeed finally have its hat on! So there was no better time for me to tuck my Oyster card into my bag and take to the pavements. I had an audition early on The Strand so by the first wave of lunching workers and hungry tourists, I’d made my way across Embankment Bridge to The Southbank. I was greeted by this… perfectly aligned (if you are a little taller than my 5’2” self) boxes spelling out CHANGE.
I snapped a picture (as I do) and threw myself onto a deck chair, waiting for my partner in crime to arrive and watching the world go by. I must have been there for about 45 minutes, watching excited tourists, kids enjoying the start of the school holidays, lovers strolling hand in hand and…listening.
Sound bites really; just pieces of conversation. The rushed worker on his mobile phone moaning about the amount of people in the city now “The Games” are just days away… the delighted girlfriend of an athlete boasting to a stranger at a nearby table of her man’s talents…and her Olympic tickets! The frantic tourist trying to “fit everything in” before “it” all begins…
He arrived (my partner in crime that is) and we went for a stroll down towards The Tate. All the while I was rudely half listening to him as I took in what was going on around me. The people, the smells, the chatter, the laughter, the music, the dancing, the buzz…
And the boxes spelling out CHANGE, flashed into my mind.
As we sat eating lunch, discussing the mundane details of our lives, I found myself grinning…like a bit of an idiot…but grinning nonetheless! There was a feeling in my stomach, happiness, excitement, whatever you want to call it. I could really feel that we are just days away from the start of the Olympics 2012…the London games…the 8 year build up to…England showing off!
And… I think it is fucking fantastic!
We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around London, ending up in Green Park after snapping away at all the tourist hotspots. Trying to capture as many of these little guys that we could see….
ALL I have heard, read, watched; blab la…is people moaning about the whole affair. People who, in a far more articulate way than I, have basically chewed my ear off about one of the following factors… It has cost the tax payer… X.Y.Z… the transport system will, in fact, DIE…the tubes will be hell…the airports will have 5 hour plus queues…the roads will be gridlocked…the cost of housing has exploded…the signage is PINK (whose idea was that?!)…the logo looks like Lisa Simpson performing oral sex…Basically…The games will be TERRIBLE and have cost us MILLIONS!!!
See…as a Nation, we love nothing more than to MOAN. Moaning…”it” …is part of most of our personalities. To run down anything positive, pick holes and find faults in ideas, jobs, events…even people. However, the second we win GOLD in CURLING once again, I know the whole Nation will be singing a different song…what an AMAZING moment to be British. So Proud. I knew all along the Olympics 2012 would be the best games yet…
So, I ask, kindly. Please. Stop moaning. NOTHING you moan about will change ANYTHING. All decisions are done. All plans are made. The games will be coming to London on Friday whether you moan about it or not. So choose…NOT. You’ll have a MUCH better time if you just stop, slow down, breathe and take it all in. It really will be wonderful, you really will be proud to be British and even if you don’t care for sports etc, enjoy that as a country, we finally have something good to celebrate!
I got the part so naturally became a classier version of myself and celebrated in style… Ha!