War And Peace


For weeks we have been begging for a summer and as soon we got it. All at once. The temperature in Stirling, scorched our un-expecting skin at 27 degrees. Typically British of me, I quickly dashed the shady areas of the town and complained it was too hot. There's no pleasing us is there? In fact, I have found myself complaining a lot recently.  Most recently the Trident debate had me riled up and I needed some fresh air. To be honest, I was in the right mind to get down to London to protest with the Stop The War campaigners but alas, I found slight comfort in my wardrobe and used what I had to show my stance on the situation. (Heads up, there's a tangent)

Edinburgh's Foodies Festival Competition* CLOSED



Food, glorious food!  

We are a nation that love food and loves trying food from different cultures. Luckily for us, the Foodies Festival is coming to Edinburgh from the 5-7th of August. Foodies Festival is recognised as the second best celebration for food and drink, and with that Edinburgh's Foodies Festival offers a vast amount of fun to get involved in.

Thursday Thoughts: Summer's Sexualisation


Okay, so we may not have had the summer that we were hoping for. But we had some good days. Summer is the time when we can ditch the jumpers and opt for a t shirt, dress or shorts, a little less clothing. Like, it's hot out there, and especially those from Scotland, we can't handle it too well. There's one more thing I can't handle in the summer...the wolf whistles, the cat calls and the sexualised comments that are made as I walk into town in my skirt and crop top.

Pokémon Go! And So They Went.


No one likes being a third wheel. It's awkward and can sometimes be lonely. I am currently a third wheel as my friends are gripping to their love of their lives AKA their Pokémon.

Listen Up! Johannesburg. Album Review.


Does anyone else get a sense of excitement when a band appear on the radio or spotify after a dormant period?

Imagine this, I'm sitting in front of my mirror concentrating on my winged eyeliner (not triangles on the side of my face, as my nana calls them, wings) and I hear a familiar voice come from my laptop. Eyeliner comes to a halt. It can very much wait.

Dear Media, Don't Tell Me What To Wear


I was mindlessly scrolling through facebook, quickly passing by the #blessed beach selfies and the generic click bait articles until one click bait image forced me to stop and eye roll.
Underneath a suggestive photo of a man and a woman, the tagline went something along the lines of; "What underwear should you be wearing for him? Hint. A thong. Always a thong".