Barcelona 2015

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I have been to Barcelona many times and it's definitely one of my favourite cities in the world (after London, obviously).

I have just got back home after a weekend away for my boyfriend's birthday and am already missing it. It's bloody cold here especially compared to 22 degree heat in October where I could happily walk around without a jacket. At the time of writing I am making one of my favourite winter warmers (Cottage Pie) just to get the cold 'out of my bones'.

Considering I'm not exactly a stranger to Barcelona and the friends we were with also go regularly, we didn't do the whole tourist thing this time. We planned on visiting the Sagrada Famillia, as I always go and see the progress made everytime I'm over there, but then we forgot. We spent most of our time there exploring the Gothic Quarter, which is my favourite part of Barcelona, eating ALL the food and drinking ALL the booze.

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We stayed right on La Rambla in the Royal Ramblas hotel (which was lovely). I know La Rambla is essentially Tourist Central and I know a lot of people don't really like it but it was such a convenient location that we knew it wouldn't take us long to get anywhere.

On the first night I got to experience my first Tapas. That's right, the number of times I have been to spain and I have never had Tapas...

Tapas then became a regular feature over our weekend away as well as the best steak I have ever had when we went out for my boyfriend's birthday dinner. I just can't get over how much I ate.

One of my favourite things was a tuna salad which sounds really simple but it's all different over there and tasted wonderful. I made the mistake of ordering one for myself because I thought it would be a nice starter, turns out it would have worked as a meal. When my main meal arrived I realised I had made a terrible mistake and was defeated. Too. Much. Food.

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With knife for scale... It was bigger than my face
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Still had space for coffee though...
It was rather difficult to get pictures of the rest of the food, especially since I was away with non-bloggers!

When I wasn't eating or exploring, I was mostly drinking. Mostly sangria. As we were exploring the Gothic Quarter we came across a place called Penny Banger that looked very unassuming from the outside but was wonderful inside. The walls were covered in beautiful yet obscure artwork, the Sangria was the best I had over the weekend and there was a puppy who kept coming over to visit. If you're ever in Barcelona and need a good drink, you should definitely go there.

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Not entirely sure what's happening here...
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A fishbowl of alcohol

If you have never been to Barcelona, you need to go. As you can tell from this post, not only is it a beautiful place with stunning architecture EVERYWHERE. It's full of amazing finds that you just stumble upon. The food is amazing as well as bigger than your face, and you're never far from a bar.

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Have you ever been to Barcelona?

Red, white and gold: My new favourite outfit

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In September my friend turned 27 and we celebrated by drinking all the booze at Bourne and Hollingsworth. Afterwards, we did that whole outfit picture thing. While drunk. It was brilliant.

Instead of buying new clothes, I've been trying to attempt to save money (not working) by wearing old clothes and finding new ways to style them (is working). I decided to brave the fact that I was going to eat a lot of messy food and wear white. I rarely wear white because I am a messy eater and it almost always ends in disaster and a bright orange stain somewhere. But, #YOLO (yeah, I did that).

I picked up this dress from a vintage market in Dalston about two years ago and I have probably worn it twice. Not only because of the messiness but also because do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a pair of pants that can't be seen under a white chiffon dress? It's bloody hard.

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So I didn't look too much like a bride, I chose to pair it with my red Floozy bag and the gold shoes I bought from Debenhams for my friend's wedding in August. And I love it.

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Taking outfit pictures while drunk is amazing, even more so when you're an awkward camera person like me and you're being 'directed' by a fellow blogger who's so effortlessly flawless and good at this kind of thing... I'm looking at you Little Miss Katy! I'm sure she got annoyed with me towards the end.

Some of the results are hilarious, she told me to walk... #AWKWARDFACE!

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And I have absolutely no idea what was happening here or why I am pretty much on the floor WEARING A WHITE DRESS

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I can't even...

Thank you Katy for taking all the pictures, I'm sorry if I was a pain in the arse.

How do you think I did styling a white dress?

Bottomless Bellinis and Birthday Fun

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Bottomless brunch flat-lay courtesy of Charley.

So my best friend is now 27. I know she's not really all that bothered about it but she's 27 before me so I can smile a little on the inside. I don't have long to go now and soon I will be joining her *sigh*.

To celebrate the birthday of one of the best people in the whole world, Charlie, Distracted booked us all a table at Bourne and Hollingsworth for their alcohol filled bottomless brunch WEEKS IN ADVANCE. Such a good idea. It's a known fact to me now that any day/evening/ night out with Charlie, Distracted is going to be brilliant., she always seems to know about some of the best places to go whether it's just for a quick pint or a full blown meal. She is essentially my go-to person for food in London. Like an encyclopedia for beer and cake.

She has spoken to me about bottomless brunches before and we have both been wanting to go to one together for a while, what better opportunity than her birthday? A time for the girls (and Ben) to all get together and celebrate everything Charlie. While drunk. Quite drunk.

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Thanks again Charley
With the bottomless brunch at Bourne and Hollingsworth, you are essentially given all the scrambled eggs with your choice of toppings, I went with bacon, mushrooms and salmon, plus your choice of either bottomless Bellinis or Bloody Marys. Personally, I think bBoody Marys taste like cold alcoholic soup and I'm not alone so we went for Bellinis. Hence the title.

Bottomless brunch with Bellinis cost £16 with the additional price of your food. Considering the standard price of a cocktail in London can be around £9, I'm pretty OK with this. Although it may seem expensive when you put the two together, I feel you get your money's worth. There was so much food I couldn't eat it all (see picture above) and I most definitely drank more than £16 worth of booze. #Standard.

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All the booze meant Charley ended up taking a picture of me in the sink/bath. Thank God you can't see my pants

What I was most impressed about was how the service was good but also how they went above and beyond for a member of our party who didn't drink alcohol. They didn't want her to miss out so made some virgin cocktails for her that were still bottomless when usually any other drink wouldn't be. Good staff. Impressed.

We left a very merry, full bunch of people and the usual amount of ridiculously happy pictures were taken as well as all of us doing the Riff Off from Pitch Perfect on the way to the pub... as you do. We're cool, I swear!

Just to give you an insight of just how good our day was here's my new favourite picture ever that I have ruthlessly stolen from Little Miss Katy and have even made it my profile picture on Facebook. That's serious friendship right there. I love these girls so much and we just look too damn happy it's unreal.

Hope you had a wonderful birthday Charlie and I hope we weren't too embarrassing...

War Horse on stage

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I was first introduced to Michael Morpurgo when I was in primary school and we read a book called Why the Whales Came. It's a book that has always stayed with me and lead to my love for Narwhals. I was a little late to the game when it came to War Horse and only read it after I had seen the film which is very unlike me. I remember not only breaking down in the cinema while watching it but also having an emotional breakdown on the tube while I, a grown woman, was reading a children's book. I got a lot of funny looks that day.

Michael Morpurgo has a talent to introduce young-ish children to rather grown up concepts. Delving into the ins and outs of the First and Second World War but still bringing in an element of fantasy and hope to help the reader not only respect the situation and time period but also to know the world isn't always bad. Smal children risking their safety along with the village to save beached whales despite bombings across the country and a teenager going to the trenches to find his horse.

I've heard so many wonderful things about the play and have wanted to see it for years now. Last week my boyfriend finally took me to see it to celebrate our two year anniversary and it was just as wonderful as I expected.

I remember years ago my Grampy told me Northern Lights was on stage and all the Deamons were puppets and I didn't understand how it would work. Apparently it is a thing and it does work. There were times during the show when I genuinely forgot the horses weren't real as they had the movements and sounds down to a tee.

As you can expect, just like when I went to see To Kill a Mockingbird, I spent pretty much the whole of the second half in floods of tears. As we were sitting in the front row, we saw they had also made mini trenches with bits of the horse puppets, boots and what looked like a body at the front of the stage which somehow made it feel more real. I know it wasn't but I'm sure you know whay I mean.

Also, Gary cried too. So there.

A simple set made the whole show more moving and also meant you could focus more on the cast (brilliant cast too) rather than too many props and scene changes. Being in the front row also meant we could see every emotion no matter how small.

All in all, it was absolutely wonderful despite being emotionally traumatic. I'm so happy I got to see it at last especially as it's now in its last run and will be ending early next year. Grab tickets while you still can 

Tacos, Burritos and Bloggers

This was one of those experiences that I flat out couldn't say 'no' to. A bunch of my favourite bloggers and I were invited to do our bit for not only the environment but also for Tortilla, who brough the beach to London for one night only. We were tasked with simply drinking as many coronas as we could to help them make more of their chandeleirs for new branch opening across the UK. Obviously this wasn't an endorsement to binge drink but hey, we were doing out bit for the planet. RECYCLE PEOPLE.

I have never been one to turn down mexican food since Charlie, Distracted first introduced me to it via her Wahaca cookbook and burritos are my favourite lunchtime thang... when I feel like all the carbs. As a reward for us helping them drink all the beer, Tortilla made sure we were well fed throughout the evening. Some might say 'eating is cheating' but when mexican food is so readily available, those people need to reasses their priorities. While stuffing our faces we were constantly entertained by Bloody Hell Brennan insisting on eating the spicest stuff (much to the amusement of one of the waiters) and were surpised with Margaritas.

All in all, Tortilla put on an amazing evening of food, booze and frivolity that could have only been made better by some of my favourite people in the world.

From left to right:
Erica, Charley, Vikki. Katie, Charlie and the other Katie in the middle

We all went home with very full bellies and smiles plastered to our faces. Thank you Tortilla for giving us a much needed amazing evening. We love you.

Bugsy Malone at the Lyric Theatre

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"Everybody loves that man, Bugsy Malone..."

Earlier this week, I told you all about my family adventures in London. One of the reasons this happened was because my brother and I bought the family tickets to go at see Bugsy Malone at the Lyric for my mum's birthday. Not only because it's had five star reviews all over the joint but also because it's something my brother and I have grown up with and whenever I watch it with my mum, we always sing along to all the songs.

The Lyric Theatre has undergone a massive redevelopment, starting in 2004 with the final phase being unveiled earlier in 2015, and Bugsy Malone is one of the first plays to grace the 120 year old stage in a bloody long time.

The theatre looks very unassuming from the outside, when we arrived my mum turned to me and said 'ooh, I don't think I have ever been to a mondern theatre in London before' and I had to admit, I couldn't help but feel a tad disappointed. I'm so used to the grandeur of London theatres that the sad, grey exterior made my heart sink a little bit. Inside it's entirely different. The odd mix of modern architecture with the original 1895 theatre nestled deep inside made it truly wonderful.

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Theatre = difficult lighting

Back to the play.

If you haven't seen the Bugsy Malone movie before you really need to. Even if you're not a musical lover like I am, you'll love it because it's funny AF. Full of tongue in cheek jokes that you probably wouldn't have noticed as a child.

Set in prohibition era New York, Bugsy Malone  is the story of part-time gangster Bugsy in the middle of a cross gang power war - with cream pies and splurge guns. Yes, it's as ridiculous as it sounds, yes it's awesome because of it.

During the days counting down to seeing it, I was a tad worried that it wouldn't live up to my expectations and, despite the amazing reviews it had receieved, it would be far from on parr with the film. As I seem to be with these things I was proven wrong.

Bugsy Malone really deserved it's five star reviews. The young cast were so amazing that I always started to question who my favourite was, they didn't tarnish my favourites from the film and I couldn't get over the talent of those kids. Kind of made me question what I have achieved with my life... not really, but you get my point.

One thing I didn't know was that the Lyric Theatre supports young people through drama, helping to take kids off the streets and express themselves through performances rather than getting tangled up in nasty things. Not only does the price of your ticket (actually really cheap) contribute to funding this but there are also collections around the theatre. For this reason alone, I will definitely be returning to the Lyric. You can see where all the money is being used and how happy it makes those kids. By giving such a flawless performance of one of my favourite films, it was worth every penny.

Annoyingly the run of Bugsy Malone has now ended but you can see all the current and upcoming shows on the Lyric website, Tippint the Velvet is actually next on my list.

*Listens to Bugsy Malone soundtrack for the rest of the day*

What plays have you seen recently?

Being a tourist in London

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View of the Tower Bridge FROM A BOAT!
I know I've mentioned it before but I have lived in London for eight years now, very nearly nine! (oh God, I'm aging...) There are times when I take this wonderful city for granted and still haven't explored most of it. Sometimes it's surprising how many things you'll find even if you just take a slightly different way to work, I recently just found out there's a little vintage market near Angel station!

Just like most people who live in London, I get really annoyed by tourists. I hate how they just stop in the street to take pictures of something as mediocre as a post box because it's SLIGHTLY different from at home, how they walk reeeeally slowly then suddently turn around and get really annoyed with you when you end up face-planting their chest. MOST IMPORTANTLY! I hate how they wear huge backpacks on the tube which not only take up the space of a small child (or someone my size) but also get stuck in the tube doors as they rush on at the last minute because, heaven forbid, there isn't another one in three minutes. God, I'm bitter.

Last month Gary and I had our relatives visit from Scotland and we got to be tourists TWICE. I hope I wasn't one of the annoying tourists I have just bitched and moaned about. That would be awkward.

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On both occasions we started off our tourist activities at Westminster Pier, this was particularly important for my mum's boyfriend as he's Scottish and very into his politics, I don't believe he has ever been to Westminster before and he looked so happy. On the other occasion we got on a boat and started boozing as soon as we sat down... so different.

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Drinking wine on a boat!

Both tourist days involved a lot of walking, one from Westminster to Leicester Square with lots of landmark spotting along the way with an oppotunity to get a new family photo taken outside Buckingham Palace.

From left to right:
Emily (brother's girlfriend), ME, Abby (mini step sister), Jarrad (brother), Gary (my boyfriend)

During our adventures across this wonderful city, I got to see and visit a bunch of places that I obviously knew existed but have never been to. I had never been past Downing Street before (THE POLICE HAVE MASSIVE GUNS), never been to the Maritime Museum at Greenwich and I don't think I have been to St James' Park, dude, there are Pelicans.

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Playing dress up at the Maritime Museum
One of my favourite things to do wherever I go is spot and chuckle at interesting graffiti, here are two classics from the South Bank and Greenwich

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Moment of pure genius on a public toilet door

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Another moment of pure genius in another public toilet
Despite all my typical Londoner complaining, being a tourist in London is actually loads of fun. There's obviously so much more I need to see and do but I'm pretty sure it's impossible to do it all. BUT I CAN TRY.

Do you have any favourite places in London I should see?

Doing something that frightens you

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Everyone has that one thing that they will never get over and feel like they will always be held back in some way. This is obviously something emotional, there's absolutely no physical barrier stopping you from doing anything (unless you want to get into Buckingham Palace and sit on the throne, you might get shot for that) but if you've convinced yourself you can't do something, then you probably never will.

I don't have a maths GCSE.

There we go, I said it.

It's something I have been so ashamed of that even my best friend didn't know. The idea of having to do any difficult maths that Excel can't do for me makes breathing difficult and I feel like crying. Because I don't have a certificate saying I can do a thing just makes me feel that I will never be able to do that thing and therefore I stop trying. If I need anything calculated, I'll more often than not just ask my boyfriend.

A few months ago I decided to do something that Gary has said is 'brave' and signed up to do a course to finally get this weight lifted off my shoulders, get rid of that goblin that mocks me every day. And it's terrifying. Numbers shouldn't be frightening, they're just little squiggles on a piece of paper, right? To me they're worse than spiders and I fucking hate spiders.

Now, some people might think about the basic elements of my job and how I use data to formulate a strategy BUT I CAN DO THAT! It's actually relatively easy even for someone who's so terrified of numbers, I mean it's not like working out the area of a triangle (a skill I have never needed in my life) or knowing ALL the prime numbers.

Not only do numbers scare me, they also confuse me. Give me a phone number? Unless you put it in a pattern I know, I will put the numbers the wrong way round. Times tables? The only one I honestly know comfortably is my seven times table purely because I watched A Little Princess a lot as a child - that Lavinia was a right bitch.

I can also tell you what 13 x 379 is but that's only because of Matilda... it's 4927 if you need to know.

With these, I can only do them because of a set pattern, like how I know Iambic Pentameter or remembering the lines to a song because you know the beat. I feel like maths doesn't have a clear system, everything is different and even though there are correct answers, there are too many different ways of getting to them and I get very lost even thinking about it. Maybe it's just me.

Over the past few weeks there have been tantrums and general upset. Only the other day I broke down into tears because I couldn't understand why I had to flip a fraction upside down. WHAT IS THE REASON?? WHERE'S THE PATTERN?? Rachel Riley makes it look so easy...


Maybe not...

HOWEVER! As much as it terrifies me and how I spent years living off excuses and reasons why I can't do maths. I am doing it now. I'm not exactly enjoying it but I am doing it. Like ripping off a plaster in a way or getting a tattoo... you know you'll go through pain but there will be something wonderful at the end of it. Eventually I will know for a fact that I can do something, I won't be too frightened to try and maybe I'll be able to do the numbers section on Countdown without having to pause the TV and counting out loud. 

Have you ever done something that truly frightens you?

What I wore to one of my best friends' wedding

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Personalised spoon with my favourite tea as a wedding favour

Oh 2015, the year of weddings!

I've been to quite a few weddings over the past two years but this time it was the first of MY friends to get married. One of my oldest friends in fact.

It seems that I have now reached that age where I am going to all the weddings and that they're the only opportunity for me to get dressed up these days. So much so that I pretty much avoided shopping for it because everything I even thought about it, I went into a mild panic. I mean, there are rules about wedding outfits and I'm always paranoid about breaking one of them. I know it would never happen but that's just how my silly little brain works.

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In the end, it was all organised at the very last minute courtesy of the internet. The day I finally bought them all I had spent ages sending various links to my bestie. I couldn't even decide on a colour, let alone a style!

I finally got everything sorted, the dress is from House of Fraser and my gold shoes and clutch (a colour I never go for because I'm so pale) came from the wonderful Debenhams.

I think the dress might be a little too tight but overall I love the look, the shoes in particular. I love them so much that I'm keeping them separate from my other shoes because I'm scared all the glitter will get knocked off!

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What do you think of my last wedding look of 2015?

Vegetarian BBQ with Quorn and the London BBQ School

London BBQ School

I was a vegetarian for years until I finally caved. During my time as a veggie, I pretty much lived off Quorn. Not just because it made my mum feel better about me losing protein but also because it tastes amazing. This hasn't really changed as when Charlie, Distracted and I lived together, we used to cook with it regularly. Quorn in a chili? AMAZING!

A couple of weeks ago, I was invited to a barbecue at the London BBQ School hosted by Quorn to show off the versatility of their products, more than just burgers dontcha know! It turns out there are a lot more products than I knew about as the brand has grown so much since I started eating it.

Cooking is one of my favourite things but when we have barbecues, my boyfriend generally does the cooking because he man and man cook meat over fire. This time it was my turn and I got to play with one of the biggest barbecues I have ever seen. Other than just cooking on them we were also taught the fundamentals barbecues and how to do them properly rather than just starting a fire with a piece of paper over some coals with a firelighter...

JUST LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THIS BEAST! It was more complicated than your standard grill from Argos.


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Splitting into teams we had a couple of recipes to choose from and we all got to have a go at each one to make sure there was enough food to go around. We mostly stuck to the Quorn chicken wraps and I could have happily ate my weight in them. There were also burgers and skewers that I'm sure even the most carnivorous person wouldn't be able to resist. The were just too good.

Quorn Skewers

I can't believe how much I ate and I was so surprised to see how much you can really do with what some may consider a 'dull' product. It's really not and it's beyond delicious. I think I might need to introduce Gary to some of these!

If you're also a Quorn lover and want to try these out for yourself (even if you've never had Quorn!) you can find a bunch of wonderful recipes here. It turns out that a very small percentage of their consumers are actually vegetarian so I'm pretty sure you'll be surprised by the sheer deliciousness of it all.

Have you ever tried Quorn?

*I was invited to attend this event for free but if I didn't have fun/enjoy it/love and eat ALL THE FOOD, I wouldn't be telling you about it.

How I cope with stress

I don't know about you guys but it's seems like my life doesn't stop right now. With family visits, events and work as a whole, I feel like I'm in my own little personal whirlwind. It sounds fun, and trust me it is, but there are times when I get home and struggle to relax. Even if it's on my sofa in my PJs. I just keep thinking 'I haven't really had a free weekend since July and the next one isn't until October. SOMEONE HELP ME'.


I have now decided that moaning about it isn't going to make me feel better and have started to work on a few methods I could use to deal with my stress.

1. Angry music playlist

Now, this sounds like something that shouldn't work but it does. This was an idea that was introduced to me by Charlie, Distracted and I can't believe I didn't think of it before. It's like, all my negative energy is sucked out by Trent Reznor screaming (as weird as that sounds) and I end up a little dancing ball of joy instead of a ticking time bomb.

If you're into a weird collection of music for moments like this, here's my playlist!

2. Eat well

A few months ago, I treated myself to a lunch bag in the Paperchase sale. It's very exciting and has an owl on it. This has actually encouraged me to actually take lunch in to work and not just run for a burrito or even Maccy Ds. Having a proper lunch always makes me feel better over the course of the day and I find going home to cook a meal is very therapeutic with the reward of a full belly afterwards. All the win.

3. Play games

This is something I haven't done for a while but since Gary came home with a new XBox One it's all I want to do now. 

4. Read

This is one of my favourite ways to unwind even if it's just for 10 minutes on the tube. One of my favourite things to do in the whole world is to just curl up under a blanket somewhere and read for hours. Generally my go-to for really stressful days would be Harry Potter, there's just something about it that will always make me feel better.

5. Get out of the office

Yes, I like my job but sometimes it just make sense to go out at lunch time. I don't think having lunch at your desk everyday is healthy for anyone's frame of mind, let alone my own, so even just going for a walk around the block or out for a quick coffee always makes me feel better.

6. Breathe, have a cup of tea and wait for all this to blow over

How do you deal with stress?

Who is Atticus Finch?

This post has been a long time coming after reading Go Set a Watchman, after a lot of thinking; it's about time I told y'all about it.

Whether you've read the book To Kill a Mockingbird or not, you will know the name Atticus Finch. Especially after recent media focus on the character based on the release of Go Set a Watchman where it would appear he was not the man we 'knew'.

Since the first time I read To Kill a Mockingbird,  Atticus has been a hero of mine and was the reason I went through a stage of wanting to be a lawyer (before I realised I wasn't intelligent enough) and was the perfect representation of justice, compassion and love.

Go Set a Watchman continues the story we all know and love and it took over 50 years for it to appear. The world and the Internet is obviously full of critics, I can be one most of the time, and I'm not lying when I say I was downright pissed when reviews and leaks started coming out slagging off the greatest man in the world of fiction. I tried as hard as I could to avoid these but when your job is essentially the Internet I couldn't go a day during the week before the release date without seeing 'name and shame' headlines (I'm looking at you Buzzfeed) and fury on Twitter. Thanks guys.

After seeing these, I made the decision to not read a single article and to not dwell on the things I had seen and heard so that I would go into it with an open mind. Even a friend of mine said 'it sounds awful, don't read it' because she knows how much To Kill a Mockingbird means to me and to her. But I did it anyway.

As I was reading the book, I tried very hard to not let these cloud my judgement and it was so difficult. The idea of my human rights hero being a racist just kept whizzing around my head and I constantly dreaded the moment it would happen with each turn of the page. i mean, this is Atticus Finch! There is no way on Earth this man could be a racist.

But then it happened.

And I started crying.

Not your standard crying though, the kind of silent tears that you normally associate with heartbreak. It was right at this moment that my boyfriend decided to call me to ask me how the book was going and, with a broken voice, all I could say was 'I can't talk about it right now'. Hang up and cue hysterical sobbing. It felt like something had died. I started to think that maybe my friend had been right.

Being the stubborn book reader I am, I powered through and finished it that day. A LOT of thinking commenced and every time someone asked me what I thought of the book, my answer was always 'I don't know yet'.

I have now decided that the idea of Atticus being a racist could be down to either misinterpretation or a misunderstanding of the time period. We're talking about 1950s South America here and we know from history that it wasn't exactly the most tolerant place or time. I see Atticus as a figure of authority in Maycomb and unfortunately he has been put into a position where he has to side with the masses to prevent uproar, outrage and even dangerous hostility.

I know that some people may argue the point that he should have fought back and stood up for the same equality and human rights he fought for all those years ago in that courtroom with his children watching in the wings.

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I have based my opinion on the following quote:

"I'm only trying to make you see beyond men's acts to their motives. A man can appear to be a part of something not-so-good on it's face, but don't take it upon yourself to judge him unless you know his motives as well. A man can be boiling inside, but he knows a mild answer works better than showing his rage. A man can condemn his enemies, but he's wiser to know them... Have you considered that men, especially men, must conform to the demands of the community they live in simply so they can be of service to it?"

In this instance, Atticus and Hank have done what is expected of them whether it holds true to their personal beliefs or not. Following Scout’s (or 'Jean Louise' now) confrontation with Atticus over what she had witnessed and that horrible, harrowing speech Atticus had done nothing about, he argues that he did not want the man to speak in the first place.

He ends with "are you sure Scout?", he is exasperated, he is old and frail and he simply can’t fight anymore. That’s my thinking anyway.

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Some people have previously argued that To Kill a Mockingbird shows the idealised version of Atticus from his child’s eyes. I mean, who doesn’t think of their father as a hero when they’re young? The third person perspective of Go Set a Watchman smacks reality in the faces of a previously loving audience. This could be true but at the same time we have to think of all those things he said to Scout during the build up of the trial that she even mentions in Go Set a Watchman as things she had always remembered about her childhood and father. Things we have always remembered and things I always will.

I have come to the conclusion that Go Set a Watchman should be treated as  separate from To Kill a Mockingbird. I do not believe that it’s ‘the first draft’ despite being presented to publishers first, it’s an entirely different story. Obviously it’s not as good as To Kill a Mockingbird but then again, nothing ever will be.  To Kill a Mockingbird introduced those of us who were born ‘colour blind’, as Scout says,  to a world we will never understand but also a world were the first steps of justice through race and equality were taken in fiction. I’m not saying you shouldn’t avoid Go Set a Watchman, it’s definitely worth a read but do as I have and consider it as separate. If ever you feel your opinion of Atticus has been tarnished, always look back on the following quote and remember him for the man he truly is.

Scout: "You're not really a nigger lover, then, are you?"

Atticus: "I most certainly am. I do my best to love everybody... I'm hard put, sometimes - baby, it's never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is. It doesn't hurt you."

One dress from day to night with George at Asda

George at Asda

I am always feeling uninspired by my wardrobe and tend to avoid being creative with the things I have and always go for the same look and then start to get bored. To be honest, there's nothing worse because I then just end up spending money on more clothes that I'll inevitably do the same thing to. That is the vicious cycle of my wardrobe.

I was recently asked to take part in the #GeorgeousDresses challenge with George at Asda and it was the perfect opportunity to attempt being creative, learning the versatility of one item and potentially developing some kind of 'style'.

My aim was to take one dress from to day to night through something I have never been good at... Accessorising.

George at Asda
Dress* - £18
Duster Jacket* - £20
Tote Bag* - £16
Sunglasses* - £3.50
Snood*- £4
For my day look I put together something festival-y to help make me feel better about the fact I'm not going to one this year. I'm fortunate enough to work in a pretty casual office where I can pretty much get away with a band t-shirt and jeans, so this was perfect.

Wearing dresses with boots is my new favourite thing now and since the sun decided to pay us a brief visit I thought it was about time to bring out the denim jacket. Those glasses = <3

I jump at any opportunity to dress up so decided to create my 'night look' for a trip to the theatre with Charlie, Distracted so paired the paisley dress* and duster jacket* with some killer heels and a statement belt. I was originally wearing the belt underneath the jacket but my oh so very fashionable colleague told me it looked better over the top instead. I kinda agree. I was wearing the scarf* too but then I got to hot and it ended up in my bag*!

George at Asda
I loved this challenge because it gave me the opportunity to play around with my clothes more and I have already started to take this on board with more of my stuff. I loved the duster jacket so much I even opted for a more casual look with it earlier this week! #Learning

Which is your favourite look?

All items marked with a (*) were gifted to me by Asda but if I didn't like it, I wouldn't write about it. 

10 thoughts I have while eating a curry

chicken curry
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I love a good curry, while living with Charlie, Distracted it was a regular part of our diet and now I live with my boyfriend, nothing has changed. I love the smells as it cooks with the combination of garlic and all the spices in the world (well, slight exaggeration but you know what I mean) and curries are also beautiful. SO MANY COLOURS! I mean, who wouldn't want to try food that occasionally looks that shade of a sunset.

Unfortunately there is a downside so some of the most wonderful dishes in the world and that is the fact that I cannot handle spice and am a complete wuss, plus there's the joys of heartburn. I have suffered for years but am too damn stubborn to give up one of my favourite things. For a laugh, here are 10 thoughts I have while eating a curry.

  1. Oh my God this smells delicious. 
  2. This was such a good idea.
  3. Oh! It's not too bad actually, I think I can handle this one
  4. Holy Christ my mouth is on fire
  5. If I eat more rice first, maybe I can handle the spice
  6. Come on Ashleigh-Jayne, everyone will judge you if you don't finish this
  7. Great, they're laughing at me
  9. Screw that last spoonful, I am done and dying
  10. Euuuuurgh *curls up on sofa*
Sometimes I get lucky, sometimes I don't but one thing is for certian - I am a curry failure and sometimes my boyfriend has to finish it for me so we don't waste food.

This post was sponsored by Gaviscon but the fails at Curry eating are completely my own.