Saturday, 24 January 2015

THE GARDEN CENTRE










On a scale of lame to rad going to a garden centre for a first date for most would be lame. Hella lame. But for me its be the opposite. I remember back in first year I had this massive ass 6 hour gap between classes (who the hell in the world came up with that idea) so I'd go to the local plant barn. It was just one train stop out of the city and it was super pretty. Needless to say I'd come back to class with baby lettuce or seedling flowers. My peers didn't get it. Also on the scale of how scary this is to do by yourself (as this was my first solo venture for this project) it was a complete 0 because plant places are THE BOMB DIGGITY.


Friday, 16 January 2015

A GIG - The Kooks In Concert


"Its 1am on Friday Morning (16/01/15) and last night I saw The Kooks live. I’ve been trying to write a post for this blog for weeks. 2 weeks into the year I’d yet to go on a ‘date’ purely because i’m a scaredy cat from scaredycataroo land. Luckily to kick everything off I have The Kooks by my side" Then I feel asleep.

I've spent most of my short life listening to The Kooks. Their Britpop / rock / hard to label sound won my heart when I was in Primary School. My favourite question to ask people is 'where were you when you first listened to this song' because they are moments you can't get back and hold a sort of nostalgia to but have no right to own. My first memory of The Kooks was sitting in the passenger seat of my Aunty's car as Naive blared through the speakers. 

Saturday, 3 January 2015

the start

Here I am on the 3rd Jan 2015 drinking wine from a mug (not a mug because Eloise wouldn't let me) about to watch Magic in the Moonlight with Eloise. Does this count as a first date? Because on the list of dates having a cosy movie night is one of them. I was fully prepared to drink by myself over a film tonight. One of my friends thinks i'm a bit of an alchie. Only because I told him one time I got really drunk by myself and he told me to stop drinking by myself because its sad. Is it sad drinking wine and watching a film alone? Or is it the height of independence?

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