Moving back to Norfolk.


If you follow me on any social media you may have noticed that I am moving back to North Norfolk in the first week of August.

This move was always on the cards within the next 6 months. London is very expensive and our lucky housing situation wasn’t going to last forever.

I just wasn’t expecting it to be so soon, and to have to move so fast. BUT I somehow managed to do the seemingly impossible….

I managed to get a paid theatre job in North Norfolk.

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A Saturday Chat…

I’ve been a bit MIA over the last month. For anyone that knows me in real life they will know it’s because I have sprained my ankle and pulled peroneal tendons in my right leg.

I’ve not been up to that much at all, just resting and icing and resting some more. It’s still a tiny bit swollen and tinged a rather odd shade of blue-y green. It was quite spectacularly bruised.

I did it by falling over a pothole on the way to work. Full on arse over tit into the road too. I somehow made it halfway to work before being rescued by my boss, but by the end of the day I was off to A+E. I have spent the last three weeks on crutches and have had a physiotherapy session, with another one booked in next week.

The sprain is pretty much healed – but NEVER injure your peroneal tendons. It’s a full on constant deep ache in your calf and the mobility in your ankle is none existent.

Now I am getting back on track, back at the gym ( well, kinda) and am planning all sorts of shenanigans in April.

And I go back to Regents Park Open Air Theatre for the summer too.

You’ll get a three week Monday Look Back on Monday – covering the few things that I have done. It’ll include Adele, How the Other Half Loves and probably a lot of photos.

After that the blogging should be back in full force!

Enjoy the sunshine!!




Being 27…

It was my birthday yesterday. I turned the grand old age of 27.

I celebrated at midnight with a Hendricks G+T and then walked Misty first thing in the morning. ( I am really starting to enjoy these early morning dog walking sessions, but more on that another day – this ones going to be brief)
I had a hazelnut latte from Starbucks, a HUGE Five Guys burger as a treat for lunch, and then when I got home from work at 9 my lovely house mates made a yummy gravy dinner (meal of kings!)

I spent my birthday working so I could have this Saturday off for secret birthday shenanigans aka “Ominous No Jeans Social Gathering”. We are then also going to go and see “The Play That Goes Wrong” at The Duchess Theatre. Mo and Nancy have already seen it but had no qualms about watching it again, if it’s even half as funny as “Noises Off” then we are going to be just fine! I shall report the verdict back to you guys on Monday!

I am not sure what I think about being 27.

27 sounds awfully grown up and adult. Which I am most definitely not.

We will have to see what the year brings shan’t we.

What are your weekend plans?

Much Love


The Future….

It’s the final week of the season.

I have three front of house shifts, two cafe shifts and then we are done. The season ends on Saturday, but Saturday is also The Last Night of the Proms, so I won’t be working. I’m going to try my hardest to get to the after show party to say bye to everyone,  but if it’s been raining, I’ll have been outside all day and will be a wet mess.

Right now I am catching up on some weekend blogs, drinking a huge mug of coffee and planning out my week work/blog/gym wise. Although I always make sure that I gym on a Monday, I have SO much to do this week that I just couldn’t. Tomorrow is a random matinee so I will just have to make sure that I get up early and get my butt into gear!

I can’t quite believe that the Proms have come around already. I’m going to have to hunt for the GB flag, as it’ll be in storage somewhere, and start planning what drinks to take. Each year we run out of drink, and never eat enough. Each year we try and rectify this, but it never happens. There is about 16 of us going this time, and so it could end up being an epic failure.
As I am starting a new job in the next couple of weeks I am paling my finances for the next year. I am off to NYC in January of sales shopping and ALL THE THEATRE! We are going to see Hugh Jackman in The River, Glenn Close in A Delicate Balance as well as Alan Cumming and Emma Stone in Cabaret.  Keep in mind we are only going to be there for four days. 
We are also going to stop off at Rag And Bone to get the black (or maybe brown)  Harrow Boots I have been dreaming about for years. When we went to Bicester Village earlier on this year they didn’t have them, (but free jumper so no complaints here lol) but they will most definitely have them in New York.

Once we get back from NYC it’ll be time to start saving for Florida 2015. I’ve written a post about our trip to Florida in 2012 that will go up at some point this week, but we are going to revisit again next year, to see friends and obviously go to Universal to see the new section of Harry Potter World.

I think Mondays posts are always going to be brief, as they are often written on the spot and are the ramblings in my mind that I get at the start of the week.

Much Love


A fresh start in September…

The 1st of a month seems like a good date to start something new- so let’s start blogging again.

I can’t believe its September. Where on earth did August go. Porgy and Bess flew by, we’re into To Kill A Mockingbird.

Then unemployment looms.

I’ve got six interviews to week, all for jobs I want, in areas I am passionate about.  I’m under no illusion that I’ll get them all, but I’m dreading having to make a choice between two.  I had to do that for the job I’m in now,  and even though this one was a temp contract and the other permanent, I picked this one and I am so glad I did.  I’ve spent the summer outside, rain or shine ( luckily mainly shine- I’m rocking a farmers tan right now) and I’ve made some lovely friends.  If I can ( and if they want me) I’ll be back next summer!

But for now- big changes are on the horizon, which seems like a perfect time to start this up again.

So short but sweet for now!

Much love- A

In which I survive one week, cash only is the end of the world, and I meet the Jonas Brothers….

I survived a whole week. It is nowhere near as traumatic as people have been expecting, I have actually quite enjoyed it if I am honest.
Other than living in the hostel I really haven’t done that much this week, apart from work.
That was definitely the most traumatic thing to be honest, as you have no idea how rude people can get when they can’t pay by card. It’s like the world has come to an end. We couldn’t except Starbucks cards either, it was literally cash only.
Whilst at the moment it is back up and working, it is going to take BT a week to get the replacement parts to get it back up permanently. That pretty much sums up the british way of things in one sentence.

“Oh sure, a really important and vital part of anyones business, yeah, well we don’t keep spare ones in stock, it takes at least a week to replace.”

 I am just praying that it keeps on working, as it is Canada Day this Sunday, and I remember we were so busy last year, and if we can only except cash, we are going to loose so much money/I am going to want to punch a customer.
I even had one lady lift up the sign on the card machine that said “cash only” and try and pay by card, then she had the guts to say you should have told me. I frequently shout that we are cash only, and people still come up to the till with cards out – LISTEN ffs.
 As well as this the interweb was down, and the amount of people that wanted there money back was stupid –  because *I* should have been psychic and guessed that the reason they were here is because they wanted to use the net.

I also met the Jonas Brothers this week, well two of them, I had to google which ones, turns out it was the two that aren’t married. They were quite friendly actually, chatted with one of them – still don’t know which one it was tbh.
Now I know stars are people too, but I never would have pegged them for going into Starbucks and buying their own drinks – I was sure they would have someone who would do this for them. Turns out you learn something every day. (it was also funny because one of my colleagues froze, and then went – *that was a Jonas Brother* – to which we all went where?)

I still have another two weeks to go. We’ll see what happens.


Days 2, 3 and 4…


I’m still alive, and still living in the Hostel.

I’ve mainly just been working these last few days. I have probably really annoyed the people in my room by getting up really early, but I get all my stuff ready the night before so I can literally just slip out in the morning, without turning the light on and blinding everyone.

I watched both the Portugal vs Czech and Greece vs Germany games, in a room full of many different cultures, all wanting random teams to win, all though we all agree that Ronaldo is a bit of a twat.

Looking back on the reviews i can say that people where a tad harsh, sure it’s a bit scruffy, but I’ve seen the showers get cleaned twice a day, and breakfast is fine. They could do with updating there website to include recent changes, but I do feel bad for them.

New characters staying in the room include two American girls, who have been touring Europe, and are now on there last leg before going home. They are very funny and their pronunciation of London landmarks is hilarious, especially covenant garden. The rest are mainly the same, with a few people coming and going before I get to say hi. A really obnoxious Australian guy checked in last night and proceeded to talk (in a really loud voice) about how he booked a private room because he is going out and is going to get laid every night, and then produced to talk about each girl in the lounge in turn, including me. Devastatingly I am not his type.

My heart broke.

The things I have discovered by staying here is 1) I can sleep through nearly everything. One of the guys in the room really snores, but I am sleeping through it. 2) listening to people talk in there sleep in a different language is very odd. The person on the bunk above me practically had a conversation with himself at 6am today, but I have no idea what he said. 3) Watching Drunk people trying to get into the top bunk of a triple bunk bed is something everyone must do once, I had to help in the end she was laughing so much.

Last night I went to see Noises Off at the Novello, where I used to work.

It was defiantly one of the funniest things I have ever seen on stage, if you can get to London to see it in the next week before it closes -Go.

Over the next week I am working lots, so will hardly be there. Add in a bit more theatre and *hopefully* a good old England Vs Germany match if we somehow win tonight, and that’s all really. I’ll probably blog again on Wednesday when some of the people have changed, or anything happens.


Much love



Day One – Living in a Hostel.

And so it begins. My 23 days living in a youth hostel in central London.

I am literally around the corner from the War Museum, on a street that couldn’t be more London if you tried- Lambeth Walk.

Now it’s safe to say I did not pick this hostel for its glowing reviews. I picked it because it was cheap. Ranging between £9-£15 per night. The reviews are all over the place for this hostel, going from worst hostel in the world, to fine, and exactly what you are paying for. Even though I read the reviews I decided just to go ahead and book- money is not my friend, and I need to save enough of it as possible for Florida in September.


So I have only been here a couple of hours so far, and I will finish this entry in the morning when I have tried to sleep, but first impressions – not bad. Tis a wee bit on the shabby side, but it’s an old pub that’s been transformed, and we all know what old pubs are like.

The beds are tripple bunks, and I am living on the bottom one. There are plugs and lights next to every bed, and although it said they had curtains, they do not ( so I have a fancy towel/scarves thing going on) to stop my reading on the iPad disturbing everyone else.

When I arrived the room had one German guy, and two guys of indeterminable nationality. There was another one asleep in the corner too. I do wonder if the fact that I am in a mixed dorm means it will be mixed , or if it changes, and sometimes I will be the only girl? This is where it could get interesting.

All I used the kitchen for tonight was to make my pot noodle. But there is free breakfast tomorrow, and then I will also attempt to cook something, most likely either pasta or a jacket potato, so I will comment on the kitchen then.


Wow, isn’t my blog going to be thrilling for the next few weeks.


So along side the German guy I have a Russian, a Brazillian, a sweet old Dutch man and some girls I haven’t spoken to yet. One of them snores. I don’t know who. It’s a good job I can sleep through anything really. The only issue last night was that it was really hot. Tonight I shall sleep on top of my duvet, under a sheet.

I also learnt about how young Russians view freedom, and about monuments all over the world. The rest of today has been spent wandering the National Portrait Gallery, where I have come to the conclusion that religious portraits scare the crap out of me. The faces are always really creepy, for something that is supposed to promote faith there is also a lot of rape and leering at breasts going on. Who knows.


Until tomorrow!




Now We Are Free…

I haven’t blogged in ages, for many reasons.

The main one being coursework – and lots of it. A few 4000 word reports and my 10,000 word dissertation.

As of May 29th 2012, when I was in Greece, but one of my lovely friends handed in my last report – I am free.

I have always been in education. I may moan about it constantly, but three days into ‘real life’ and I am already kind of at a loss as to what to do.

Which leads to the question, what do grown ups do. (The fact that I am using the term grown-up shows that I still think of myself as Peter Pan-esq.)

Some work. Some get married and have children. The brave do all three at once. But what do I do.

I have an Arts Management Degree, well I will after July 25th when I get to wear a silly outfit and receive a piece of paper. But what do I do with it?

Part of me thinks that I won’t end up using it. Sure I will use the fact that I got a degree to my favour, but the specifics of it not so much.

The fact that I have fallen out of love with London at the moment doesn’t help. I hate it. I have been there pretty much 4 years, and it makes me angry. I love my London family, and they make it worth it, but escape is needed. The issue then is that Norfolk hasn’t the best opportunities for arts graduates – I should know, it is partly what I wrote 10,000 words on after all.

So what do I do?

Make a clean break for it and move somewhere completely new?
Suck it up, work for a year and travel?
Potter around in Norfolk, working random jobs and never really do anything?

I need to be in London. I don’t want to be there, and I can’t really afford it either.

So what do I do exactly?

Oh the dilemma….

Answers on a postcard please.

A week in words –

Another week over.
Yes I know it’s only Thursday but I tend to count my week as a London week, and I am back off to Norfolk tonight.

This week has mainly been about :

  • Dissertation 
  • Lord of the Rings.
  • London Fashion Week envy
  • Methods of Theft

So I did my literature review, and emailed it to el’ tutor. And apparently I have just jumped the gun and focused on my question too quickly.
SO whilst I don’t have to delete what it is I have written, it IS in the wrong place. I also need to read more widely, not just about east coast and rural locations. Because I just narrow it down from that.
I do not have an academic brain, so this literature review part is killing me. I know when I get to writing up the research methods and results I will breeze through that, but I always mess up the lit.
                      It’s not that I can’t read, I read Lord of the Rings when I was 12 for crying out loud. I read too much, thats my problem. I can’t pick out what is relevant and what is just gibberish.
It’s not like I have a choice about this though – it’s my final piece really, and has to be a 2:1 or I will end up with a 2:2 – which isnt’ the end of the world as I don’t personally think I will even use this blasted degree.

Working at the Coffee Shop that shall not be named during London Fashion week is a cruel and unusal form of torture. For one thing it manages to make you feel like the shortest person in the world, and definitely not the thinnest. But the worst part of it all are the bags. Oh the bags.

When you are on the till they just dump them down in front of you and rummage for their purse, and you just watch in envy. Mulberry, Balenciaga, Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs.
I mean I HAVE a Marc Jacobs bag and it still kills me.

SO my therapy for this….

 I went to Mulberry, and bought a scarf. If you know me at all, you know I will wear the moneys worth of this scarf within two months, as I am never without one. And it’s SO pretty.

Speaking of the CoffeeShopThatShallNotBeNamed – we have a problem at the moment with theft. People coming in, grabbing sandwiches and walking out. This is the norm though. But Yesterday I saw first hand the methods people will go to to steal.
I had my phone on the table, and a young girl came up to me , dropped a piece of paper on the table near my phone, and started talking at me in a language I didn’t understand.
                Little did I know that she was dropping the piece of paper ONTO my phone so that whilst I was distracted by her, she would pick up the paper AND my phone and go. Luckily a work colleague knew this trick and was with me at the time, so knew strait away what was up and kicked her out – during this she started shouting and mouthing off – although what she said I will never know lol.


At some point this weekend I will be writing a review about the Lord of the Rings films.

Yes I am perfectly aware they came out 10 years ago – but me and the ex-housie went to the BFI last weekend and watched them all back to back, and it threw out some points.
                      So brace yourself.

Much love.

-A x