Beau means Beautiful

Vintage shop Beau in Winton is a favourite spot for most of Bournemouth Uni's female students because it sells beautiful unique pieces from the 20's to the 80's, and its pretty darn cheap too.

After one of the worst weeks of my life, and during an interview with the lovely owner Liz, I thought it would be harmless to have a quick look around.

Coming up to christmas the racks are full of lovely sparkly dresses and shoes, and the handbags make for a gorgeous christmas gift.

Unfortunately, the culmination of a week of hell and the freezing temperatures, meant I felt I HAD to purchase a new coat...

It just so happens that my new coat is the most amazing deep brown fur coat in the world and it will keep me so warm on the cold winter nights! And that my friends is what they call retail therapy.

I challenge you to feast your eyes on this lot and tell me you could resist...

Visit: http://www.beauvintage.co.uk/

PS...

These are a few of my favourite things.

It's been a long time, long time now

Well, clearly slacking on the old blogging front.

It's probably because I don't consider myself to lead such an interesting life, and I don't really see how anyone would want to hear about anything I have to say.

...actually mainly it's 'cos I'm lazy and I haven't had any time(energy) to keep this thing up.

I have a lot more responsibilites this year, and I can't help but feel like I spend most of my life pretending to be completely organised and professional. But in truth, I'm a mess. I need someone to sort my life out. I need someone to tell me when and how and why to do everything. Assignments, work, food, sleep.

Sometimes I would like time very much to just stop. Just for a little while, a week maybe. I just need a little time to catch up with the rest of the world.

But until I discover Bernard's Watch (who the hell is this Bernard character anyway? I don't trust him.) I guess I will just continue fooling everyone, including myself, into thinking I'm completely in control.

And in the words of Morrisey:

"Everybodys got to live their life and God knows I've got to live mine."

The Drug Debate Continues

Professor David Nutt was sacked as the government's chief drug advisor in October last year. He claimed that class A drugs LSD and Ecstasy were less dangerous than alcohol.

Last month, Nutt once again spoke up about his views on drugs, joining the debate about the legal high Mephedrone. The professor argues that there is very little evidence that Mephedrone is harmful because it is a new legal drug and therefore its long term effects have not been measured.

In November, I spoke to students at Bournemouth University, who were the latest to give their voice to the drug row, and the lowering of class A and B drugs.

Demetrius, 24, is a business student at the University who has seen first hand the effects of cannabis and what exactly goes into making up the drug. "The quality of drugs right now is so bad. The dealers are using only 30% of the actual drug and mixing it with so much rubbish."

The substances used to bulk up drugs in order to sell more and make a profit include sand and glass. The scientific evidence may suggest that cannabis is less harmful than cigarettes or alcohol, but this does not take into account what is being mixed into these drugs by dealers.

Demetrius also argued that less informed, younger people, are now being given the idea that drugs aren't bad, "that's really dangerous. These kids have no idea what they are getting into."

Lecturer Michael James also commented on the issue, "you have to put things into context. These scientists are studying drugs at scientific level. They are not considering the social impact. Drugs are so unpredictable, you take one tablet of Ecstacy and immediately you could be in serious danger, whereas alcohol takes a while to affect you."

If David Nutt is right and drug classes should be lowered for cannabis and Ecstacy, should this not mean that cigarettes and alcohol should also be classed and made illegal? Demetrius doesn't think so. "Cigarettes and alcohol are the main income for some third world countries. If you make them illegal you are cutting off a massive income for people and putting their lives at risk." It seems this debate is far from over.

I've got nothing to do today but smile...

I've recently discovered that you can't be happy for too long before something bad happens.

Is this God trying to tell me that you're only allowed a certain amount of happiness? Why is it when one good thing happens one bad thing follows it behind like a bad smell? Quite literally If yesterday is anything to go by.

I sat on the train from London to Bournemouth yesterday thinking about the lovely weekend I had just had, and how happy it had made me. I was then rudely interrupted in my thoughts by an adolescent male sitting behind me and "accidentally" kicking the back of my chair as he sat down with his Ipod blaring. He had been sitting down for about 20 seconds when it hit me. That well loved stench of BO. This wasn't subtle like the dirty kid at school that everyone knew about, who just didn't wash quite as much as is socially acceptable. This was proper, full on, never heard of a shower before, BO.

If I wasn't so lazy I probably would have moved seats. In fact it would have been extremely easy for me to get up and move, but it's the principle more than anything.

Actually no, that isn't exactly true...it's mainly just the fact that I'm lazy.

Today the sun is shining and I'm happy and I feel very lucky with how well things are going at the moment...

...and my throat has just started to hurt and I have a headache coming on and a hell of a lot of work to catch up with and I have just received an email telling me my house failed its inspection and we need to clean it top to bottom before tomorrow or we will pretty much get blacklisted.

Swings and roundabouts?

People Watching

Housemate obviously hasn't heard the phrase 'leave it how you found it'. Every morning without fail, either myself or R enter the bathroom to discover dirt, dust, sock fluff and pubic hair clogging up the plughole. It takes approximately 10 seconds to rinse out the bath, but even this seems to be too much effort for some people. That isn't all though. You can trust that the sink will also be covered in spat out toothpaste and food debris. I suppose he thinks that it's a good enough job that he actually brushes his teeth. Let me tell you it's not. I could also mention the fact that he leaves the toilet seat up EVERY SINGLE TIME, but let's just say that's hardly a surprise all things considered.

Neighbours haven't yet realised that if you leave your lights on and your curtains open at night people can and will see inside your house and discover all your dirty little secrets.

Like the fact that your having a domestic in your kitchen. Husband definitely just got slapped by wife 3 times. Wife is now throwing plates on the kitchen floor while husband repeatedly shouts fuck you.

Like the fact that you have porn plastered all over your bedroom walls and have clearly never ever had a girlfriend, not to mention sex of any kind, in your life. You make up for it by being super cool because your mate lets you drive his moped really fast (10 mph) around the kids playground, and you like to listen to 90's garage and shout abuse at anyone who happens to walk down your road.

Now I just have to find somewhere to bury the body of the dog that I will inevitably kill if it refuses to stop barking daily at 7am...

Missed Opportunities

When I booked tickets to see Bombay Bicycle Club in December last year, the excitement was bubbling inside my stomach like hot tea that's been drunk too quickly.

When the time finally came to actually seeing the band, 7:00pm on Tuesday 16th February if you were wondering, the lukewarm bubbling had progressed to boiling point.

The evening had all the promise of a great night out. Good friends, great music, a couple of glasses of Tesco's finest £4 bottle of chardonnay (and who says student's can't be classy?). What wasn't so promising was our ability to keep time. We figured that the doors to the gig would open at 7. There were two support acts up first who we weren't too bothered about and therefore reasoned that BBC would make an appearance at 10pm at the earliest.

Misjudged it.

When we turned up at half nine after a few more than two glasses of wine, we weren't even surprised to hear we had missed the band. Of course we had, what the hell did we think would happen. We spent about an hour taking the piss out of pervy old men and their wrinkly willies on chat roulette. (Why has this become a new pre-drinking tradition!?)

What we did not need to hear upon stepping out of the cab were the words "they were amazing, you missed such a good show!" Thanks guys, I'll keep that in mind for when a time machine is invented and your opinion is helpful in affecting my choice of memory to re-live.

Words cannot do justice to the anger, embarrassment, and upset I felt at missing the band.

I vowed not to make the same mistake ever again, especially not when I go to see Ricky Gervais at the end of April...

Oh what's that Uni? You've set TWO exams for the day after? Absolutely bloody fantastic. Looks like my share of luck for this year has already dried up...and its not even March.