At the beginning of this week, it really felt as though spring was upon us. The air was fresh and warm, the sun was beating down and blossom was blooming all over the place. Unfortunately, these past few days have been telling a different story and here I am, holed up in my bedroom listening to the howling wind and wrapping my dressing gown as tightly around my shivering body as I can. England is strange.
Change is in the air, though. Today, I went to view a room in a flat in Hove and under an hour after I walked out the door, I was offered it. Here’s to new beginnings and the excitement and clarity that a new phase of life brings. Wish me luck.
I really don’t have much to show you this week at all. I feel like I’ve been more than busy enough to have plenty to talk about with you but as I search through my camera roll for evidence of such business there’s little to none. The highlight of my week was, without a doubt, getting together with friends to surprise one of my most precious girls with birthday drinks. Here’s a picture of us all upstairs at The Temple Bar (highly recommend booking a table to celebrate something, it’s a lovely venue just far enough from the centre of town for the bar not to be rammo but pleasantly busy).
There’s a new art installation at Jubilee Square (right by the big library and Pizza Express) that I just love. Four walls of chalkboard, chalk provided, and the hopes and dreams and bucket lists of hundreds of people that have passed by. Little things that bring humans together in big ways are what life is all about, stuff like this is the best. I don’t know what it’s for or who it’s by but little things like this are so commonplace in Brighton that nobody seems to have thought to ask, another reason I love my city to death.
And finally, this week in movies. I had like five people approach me with “you’re so lucky you can get Tom to come and see Beauty and the Beast with you, my boyfriend refuses” and I just laughed. It’s Tom that’s been gasping every time he sees a trailer, Tom that forced me to watch the original (I ended up enjoying it, thank god) and Tom that’s been literally counting down the days until this movies release. Lesson: boys get excited about Disney too, you guys, and girls aren’t always arsed. Having said that, the film is lovely. Visually it’s an absolute dream, and not just because Emma Watson’s gorgeous face spends so much time on screen.
However, my highlight of the week is absolutely, 100%, Get Out. It’s not in the least bit over hyped, believe every single good thing you hear about it and go support it in theatres ASAP. It’s so funny, so clever, the teensiest bit gory and creepy af – but nowhere near as scary and disturbing as the trailers let on, probably cause I’m super white so the subject matter wouldn’t put me at risk even if it became a reality. Tom was wetting himself because when I jump, it’s like my whole body convulses with a billion volts of electricity, and there are a fair few jumpy moments. Just go see it.