When decluttering my room the other day in a desperate attempt to pass time and in hope that a cleaner space would improve mental clarity, I came upon my somewhat overflowing ‘memory box.’ Over the past few years I’ve accumulated a huddle of notes, cards, souvenirs and miscellaneous items that have sentimental value and couldn’t bare to part with (but simultaneously didn’t want lying around as clutter is my worst enemy!)

Amongst this bundle of joy was a poem I had written when I was 10 sloppily scribbled in the back pages of a me-to-you notebook which, from the overwhelming number of naked pages, I can assume I wasn’t that fond of.  Once giving the thing a quick read I thought that the 10 year old poet in me wasn’t too shabby and actually produced something rather endearing and amusing. For those reasons, I thought I’d share it contents with you:

10- year old poem




For me films have always been a magical thing; I often long for the good ole’ days when my mum, brother and I would make a day out of heading to the local Blockbuster, spending far to long roaming the isles for a film (never all agreeing so we’d usually pick two or three) and decisively selecting the treats for the event – personally I always picked the Butterkist Toffee Popcorn and Minstrels. When we’d get home we’d push the sofa forward, close all the curtains and cuddle up underneath the thickest blanket we could find. Now it seems that the magic of watching a film is lost. Cinemas have become far too overpriced and half the time is spent watching advertisements and Free Downloads, Netflix and LoveFilm have taken the lead offering people a cheap alternative and a chance to watch copious amounts of films in a single sitting without having to leave their bed if they wish.

My love for films and appreciation of the creativity and effort that goes into them has meant that I’ve watched ALOT. Consequently I’m unable to produce an ‘official’ top 5 favourite films list of all times and have had to break them down into individual categories which I sadly spent an afternoon doing recently and I now have a written note consisting of my current crème de la crème which I thought would be interesting to share.

I thought foreign films would be a good place to start, despite not being the most popular (probably because the idea of having to read and watch is too much to handle for most people!) I admit, they’re not for everyone, but I have never had a problem with reading subtitles and will happily multit

  • Mulan: Rise of a Warrior (2009)
Not to be mistaken for Disney’s Mulan which  is smashing itself but not the same thing. This film follows the same story at heart that we all admire, a warrior girl who goes off to fight in the army in place of her ages father. However, there are a few twists and turns, a bit more gore and action and less of a ‘happily ever after’ at the end; plus the film is in Chinese. Directed by Jingle Ma and Wel Dong I really don’t understand why this interpretation of Mulan isn’t sung about more as it’s a beautiful story and shot in an equally beautiful way that (almost) has me in tears every single time. Please, PLEASE don’t let the fact that it’s in Chinese put you off as you’d be missing out on all the emotions that it drags you through.
  • Amelie (2001)
This film is the DEFINITION of lovely. It focuses on a French girl called Amelie who through her earnest attempts to help people with their own lives, finds love. I’ve watched this so many times, it’s defiantly my ‘go-to’ for when I’m feeling low and in desperate need of something innocent and endearing. Futhermore the French accent is magnifique.
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  •  Life is Beautiful (1997)
 As the title would suggest, this film is b-e-a-utiful. Both heart breaking and heart warming this film follows a Jewish man and his son who become victims of the Holocaust during WW2. Humorous and tragic this film makes me both chuckle and weep.
  • Three Colours Blue (1993)p15793_p_v7_aa
Left distraught and in mourning after the death of her son and husband, a French wife starts to deny everything about her past life in attempts to busy herself by building a new one. Directed by the magnificent Kryszstof Kielowski this film can only be described a visually scrumptious. Do yourself a massive favour by watching this pretty please.
  • The Chorus (2004)
I first watched this film in year 8 in French class and immediately fell in love. I remember having a major crush on the Pierre as with all the other girls in my class. I have re-watched the film countless times since and adored it more and more every single time. The story is set in France and follows a new teacher appointed at a boys boarding school for those with behavioural issues. The teacher tries to educate and help the boys in the only way he knows how, through music. This film is an emotional rollercoaster and writing this makes me realise how much I want to go an re-watch it again right now.


Strong, black, no sugar si vous plait.

My morning coffee plays a crucial part in my day-to-day functioning. Without this necessary fix first thing my inner Mr Hyde starts to intervene by around 10:ooam and I’m left incapable of acting seemingly human for the entirety of the day.

Being somewhat of a coffee enthusiast (AN: is this another phrase for coffee snob?), I have a rather unacceptable range of coffee from locations across the planet as well as several different brewing methods at my dispense to choose from each morning.

Instant is not one I often reach for and usually think of it as an ‘IN CASE OF EMERGENCY- OH NO! I’VE GOT TO LEAVE THE HOUSE IN 15 MINUTES AND I LOOK LIKE SHREK’ option. Saying this, I’m forced to admit to liking not completely hating this ‘Kenco Millicano’ and with its smooth and ‘full-bodied’ flavour, is my quick fix friend always there to catch me when I fall.


French Press is one of my favourite ways to brew my cup of goodness. This is partially as you end up with a clean, crisp flavoured cup that isn’t overwhelmingly bitter to the point where your face screws up tightly in response to the first sip. Also, the process of making the coffee itself is a therapeutic experience to a degree. Thecafetiere-method grinding of the beans, the boiling of the water, the soaking of the coffee prior to filling the entire cafeteria topped off with the actual brewing phase before you push down; all in all the experience can take up to 10-15 minutes and by this time your cup if a perfectly drinkable temperature. This time frame allows me a few minutes of reflection and mental organisation as I embark upon a new day.

The AeroPress  is my best pal. Yielding a smooth, rich and aromatic coffee in pretty much a minute it makes for not only an ideal, but a highly enjoyable quwafee. The retail price of these range, but the standard is around £29.99; more expensive than a filter or drip coffee but I’d say definitely worth the extra pennies.

The final morning-brew-mechanism that I’m going to touch upon is the Bialetti Moka Express. This bad boy is UBER easy to clean, allows you to alter the strength simply and produces what I like to call ‘Italian tasting’ coffee; rich, dark and dreamy.

the%20classic%20espressoI’ve been listening to this playlist recently in order to start off the day in the best way:

How do you like your coffee in the mornin’? With a kiss?



A thick blanket of fog coats the ground this morning as I sit here with my tea (almond milk, no sugar), reading the Sunday paper’s unsettling story about the death of the eight year old boy and a woman when a bus drove into a supermarket.

The dog has been walked by my dad and I, even though the time is not yet 9:00am and the temperature is lingering low around the 3 degrees mark. We had an amazing chat about everything important and unimportant; Halloween plans, brandy, school, our admiration for the glassy cobwebs that clung to hedgerows.

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My nan and grandad are down to visit this weekend so we’ve arrived home to the smell of a full-English wafting through the house. Being a vegan and having already eaten breakfast, this doesn’t make my mouth water but rather make me grab for the febreeze, however it’s nice to sit with my family around the dining table, see their smiling faces and appreciate how lucky I am to be laden with all their love.

That Bob Dylan vinyl that I bought last week is echoing throughout the house now before we shortly head off to Burford to browse the Christmas decorations as requested by nan. I have work later, a meeting with a new chum at a quaint, local tea shop and the kind weather man has informed me that Mr. Sunshine is expected to make an appearance soon enough so the day looks promising indeed!

I hope you have a beautiful Sunday!


In case you were unaware, I study English Literature at A2 currently and hope to do English Lit w/Creative Writing at university next year. Being an English student automatically means that I spend a lot of time writing essays about a huge range of characters, themes, language blah blah blah; some of which I thoroughly enjoy writing and some that make even myself want to snooze when reading.

Recently we’ve been studying Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, a firm favourite of mine even since the days of Barbie dolls and Harry Potter Lego (what feels like) many moons ago. I’m fortunate enough to have a mother who adores novels with heavy female protagonists, a strong theme of love and often set in the Georgian/Victorian period. This umbrellas the likes of Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, Persuasion and Pride and Prejudice too meaning that I grew up watching the films frequently, re-reading the novels and constantly pining after my own Captain Wentworth rather than Prince Charming.

Last week we were presented by our teacher with the question “How does Austen present the relationship between Mr and Mrs Bennett in Pride and Prejudice?” which I loved writing so much, hence why I’m sharing my answer with you now. If you’re not interested in this sort of stuff then I’m forever sorry! However, if you (hopefully) are; enjoy and feel free to leave any comments – constructive critique is always well-received:

Austens presentation of MR+MRS B’s relationship 17.09