Aces High

Went to see the Iron Maiden film last night in Covent Garden.

It rules! Best cinema trip ever. Seriously, people were shouting and singing along and clapping and stuff. One dude at the front just couldn't stay sat down, he got up and cheered after every song. It's a religion.

Up the Irons!

Eostre pt. II

On Easter Sunday we climbed a giant hill. I'd wanted to climb said hill for ages and on the basis most things were closed, we decided to do that. It actually turned out that most things were open, but we stuck to the plan (with a bit of stopping off at the arcade to play Star Wars).

There's a big obelisk at the top of the hill - above is a picture of Jon, sitting on the obelisk. He lost his hat on the way up.

Goodbye hat :(

Below is a picture of me, pointing at the hill (in the distance). (You can't tell that I'm pointing because Jon is a bad photographer). I don't remember at which part of the journey this picture was taken, but we were nowhere near home at that point...it was a long day.

But good fun, in all.

Eostre Pt. I

(Look at that mum, paganism and everything).

(For anyone reading that doesn't know me, can I just add that no matter what deities my mother might indulge, I am a strict atheist).

For the Easter weekend, because we are shiny happy super cool people, me and Jon went camping :D

On Saturday we took the train up to Ryde. There was a lot of graffiti. Tom, you are now (sort of) famous.

Our main aim was to walk along to Binstead, where the Hanoi Rocks drummer Razzle is buried.

I wish we'd taken some flowers to put down.

Then we walked on to Quarr Abbey - the ruins of the original abbey are being used half as sheep housing, half as people housing - it's my new dream to actually live inside a ruined abbey. Stupid me didn't take a picture of the house though!

The new abbey is further up the hill. And yes, I know my big fat finger is in the picture, but it's been a long weekend and I really can't be bothered to go back and crop it out.

By the time we got to the new Quarr Abbey we were pretty tired. The Isle of Wight is at least 90% hill, I am not joking. As you can see, Jon is by this point somewhat unimpressed.

We stopped in the tea room for tea (of course) and an actual friar served us! I've never seen a friar before, he had a robe on and everything. I had to keep my coat done up though because I was wearing a Slayer t-shirt and I didn't want to cause any offence.

After that we walked...well, somewhere else. I'd chosen a footpath that took us back to Ryde by a different route and it started promisingly enough, with some lovely woods:

And then an awesome tree that held within it the spirit of a monkey (obviously):

But after that, the footpath led to a massive housing estate, at which point my map became useless and all hope was lost.

Google Maps on Jon's phone saved us, however and we eventually reached the station, completely and utterly exhausted.

So that's Saturday's shenanigans...I'll post Sunday's another time, this is long enough already.

Sweethearts

I forgot to post this the other day.

Posting at work sucks. We have ye olde Internette Explorere and nothing works, so usually I just don't bother.

(Source: The Sartorialist)

In case of emergency

Made to go with these, by Becky Stern.

Found via Craft.

Humbled by my ignorance

On Carine Roitfield's plaster:

“It’s all about the Band-Aid. It makes her come off much more charming and unstudied than I would have expected…The band-aid makes the photo…The Band-Aid makes her so much more…I too noticed and deeply appreciated the Band-Aid.”

Oh my.

Pride and Predators

Some genius has come up with this - a zombie infested Pride and Prejudice. That's two of my favourite things combined. It's now in the top priority section of 'things I want to read next'.
I once had an english teacher who worked out roughly how long it took him to get through a novel of average length - and then estimated that he would be able to read only another 80 books in his lifetime. Now he was much older than me, of course, but only 80?

That thought still haunts me. It's sad that there are so many books I will never get to read.

Okay, hands up

Who else doesn't get it?

Why do people think she's cool? Why do people think she looks good? Is there something i'm missing? Is that a plaster on her knee? The knee of a grown woman?

She reminds me of my old history teacher. The one who some said was really a man. The one who some said had her middle finger bitten off by a snake (it was indeed missing). I never found out the truth.

She just doesn't do it for me. I understand the Tallulah's and the Abbey's and yes, I even understand (to an extent) the Erin (yes, even old constipation-face herself) - but Carine? No.



p.s. This is just my opinion. The opinion of someone who's not very fashionable, or even that knowledgeable about the fashion world; I just have an interest in it. So if you feel differently, (I was never one to enjoy being on the outside), please do enlighten me.


p.p.s. I almost spelt her surname Riotfield.

I wish my surname was Riotfield, it's kinda cool.

(Photo source: The Sartorialist)