The Real Archaeologists Packing List

Archaeology and History, Fun, General, Sophie

Tomorrow, I’m off to Kent to partake in an archaeological dig and for the past forty-eight hours I’ve been packing and preparing like a maniac. But, lo and behold, the packing list is nowhere near as cool as what you’d expect. We don’t have to pack a whip like Jones, or a pistol like Croft. These things aren’t even on the recommended lists given to us. Instead the reality is far more average.

Equipment is one of the most important things. You need to make sure you have everything you could need as, with the exception of Richard III’s grave, there isn’t going to be a supermarket you can just pop into for supplies. If you miss an essential, you’re in doom. The temple of doom. And you’ll be in big trouble.

You’re going to need bandages. Not because they’re useful for when you get a poison blow-dart shot at your neck (although they probably are) but because there’s a chance you’ll cut your toe off with a mattock. Probably equally as painful, but nowhere near as exciting. These are an essential part of any packing list, with a basic first aid kit for any cuts and bruises, though most of them will only come from the rocks you accidentally hit with your hand and not from sword-fighting with a mobster.

Along similar lines hand cream is one of my essential items, and often if I don’t make a reminder I don’t remember to pack it. Archaeology is manual labour almost all the times and your hands get used constantly. Hand cream, I promise, will save you from a lot of woes.

And while we’re still on the subject of pharmaceuticals, if you’re a woman I urge you to bring some feminine hygiene. Myself, and my sister, can firmly tell you that there is nothing worse than being stuck on a trip with nothing to help. Even if you’re nowhere near that time of month, take some anyway. Just to be safe.

You’re going to want to bring a tent. It’s really only in the movies that the archaeologist get luxury accommodation in a fancy hotel or prince’s palace, and tents aren’t provided for you. You’re lucky if you have the money for a caravan or a room, but generally, a four-man tent for one person is as far as luxury goes.


Also, if you’re going by car and not by public transport I urge you to pack your car with an air mattress, pillows and a duvet. You’re going to be pleased to have a little bit of home and comfort with you after the first couple of nights.

In your tent it’s going to be cold and, if you’re in Britain, it’s probably going to be wet too as it WILL rain and you WILL have to work in it. Pack appropriate clothes. I know, a cagoule is nowhere near as cool as Indiana Jones’ jacket, but you’re going to be grateful. You can have his hat though. You are working outside, after-all and you need to protect your head.

Also, make sure you have more appropriate clothes. I love fashion, and my wardrobe was not prepared for a week in the trenches. Yes, that means basic tee-shirts and shorts, not flashy ball-gowns or beaded dresses. Here’s to looking at you, Willie.


After that, you’ll want to pack a couple of books. Between the hours of six and midnight you’ll need to kill some time and you’ll be on a site with, most likely, zero wifi and nowhere to charge your tablet. Your survival skills will really kick in and, as a general rule, casual human sacrifices are frowned upon. I suggest you bring your favourite book so you don’t mind reading it a few times if need be, and one boring book for if you can’t sleep. Or, make it a community affair and bring ancient plays for your peers to perform.


You’re also going to want a notebook. Why? It’s not because you’re going to want to want to write down all of your epic adventures, but because you’ll want to remember the weather, your co-ordinates and more statistics, and the best way to remember is to write it down. You could write about your adventures, of course, but you will just be writing about how deep your trench is.

More miscellaneous items include loose change and money. Sometimes you need to buy a few things, a bus fare into the village or the fee for laundry and you’re going to want to pay using loose change. You don’t need to bring a gold-bar to bribe bandits with, and you don’t want to be the idiot who has to break in a twenty.

Lastly, you should probably bring some crockery and cutlery, unless the dig has specifically mentioned that they’ll supply it. There’s nothing more barbaric than having to tuck into monkey-skulls without the proper utensils. I’m joking. There are no monkey skulls, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Make sure they’re hardy pieces, metal or plastic, so that they don’t break.


These are, perhaps, the bare-bone essentials of any archaeological dig and it’s any surprise, really that Indiana Jones actually managed for so long. Sure, it’s not as cool as anything he had, but at least you’ll be comfortable.

Note: Whips and pistols are optional.


Result’s Day: The Things I’ve Learned From Failing High School. 

2015, A Quick Word, Evie

Tomorrow/today (depending on which side of midnight you’re reading this) is quite possibly the most dreaded day of the entire year. For many teenagers across the UK at least, as they all arrive at the place they’re all hoping to escape from; High School. It’s result’s day, and they are all going to collect their A-Levels, and then it’s time for the GCSE lot next week.

Both are exceptionally difficult.

For many, gathering at their school with awful, clinical walls and awful dress-codes and awful cafeteria food, it will be their last time there, and they never have to step foot into the place ever again. They’ll open up these little brown envelopes of unimaginable authority, and it will be good for them. They achieved their target grades, or better, and got into their Sixth Form or university of their choice (or choices, or just the single one that accepted them, it doesn’t matter). They get to say a great big “goodbye” to all of the awful things mentioned above and move on with their lives. And are about to embark on the next big adventure, whatever it is.

If you are one of them: congratulations! You worked hard and you rock!

For some it will be the exact opposite of all of this. Perhaps they will open the scariest letter they will ever encounter (other than debt collection bills, look forward to that!), and what is inside will be the last thing they wanted to see. Perhaps their grades will be decent but not what the universities wanted. Perhaps their grades were just…. “Bad”. And now they don’t get to embark on their next big adventure as planned. And they are going to have to return to the awful clinical walls and awful dress-codes and awful cafeteria food…

If you are one of them: YOU WORKED HARD AND YOU ROCK!

You should all be proud of yourselves no matter what your results say.

But there is more to say….
Okay. Let’s be honest; the grades you received weren’t the best, or what you expected, and quite possibly don’t even match up to your vast potential. And now you have to re-sit exams or even re-sit an entire academic year in order to pick yourself back up and move forward.

And let’s be honest…. That feeling kind of sucks.

But it’s okay. Here’s why:

If you are in GCSE and you failed to get your required grades in either of the compulsory subjects (English, Science and Maths), it’s okay! Colleges and Sixth Form offer extra classes and re-sit exams in order for you to carry on with further study. It’s not the end of the world, and you can figure out exactly what you need to do to improve.

If you’re in A-Levels and you didn’t get the grades you needed or desired… IT’S OKAY! If you got lower grades than you thought but still managed to get into university, the grades don’t even matter anymore! And good luck in the next step! If you didn’t, you are going to have to re-sit whole subjects and classes and an entire other year in order to re-claim your grades and improve. But it is not the end of the world.

Just a set back. And that’s all.

Trust me. I’ve been in exactly the same place.
So…. It’s results day. Here is exactly what you need to get yourself prepared for:

1) Lot’s of crying.

It’s totally okay for you to open the envelope and squeal with excitement. It’s totally okay for you to cry tears of happiness at how well you’ve done. And it’s totally okay for you to scream in frustration or sob with disappointment. Everyone in the entire room has gone through emotional turmoil during the exam period, and emotional torture in anticipation for this day. And now all of you are entitled to let it all out no matter how you are feeling. The moment is yours, do not pay attention to anybody else. Do not compare yourself to anyone else.

If you passed, you worked incredibly hard and you achieved everything you wanted to. Now you can start planning your future and excitedly discuss with peers how you are going to decorate your student accommodation and swat up on all of the best places to visit in your new town/city/country. You have the right to this, you’ve deserved it after all…. But be wise about who you talk to about your excitement. Perhaps a friend missed out on getting the same opportunity and are feeling down about it, so perhaps they don’t want to hear anything about it for now. Be sympathetic.

The same goes in the opposite situation. Offer congratulations!

For those of you that passed, this is it. Your journey through A-Levels has ended and now you can forget about the whole thing and go home to celebrate. For those that didn’t, here is the next step and what to expect:

2) Letting it all out.

Maybe you need to lock yourself in your room and cry until you can cry no more. Maybe you need to take a long walk to clear your head of any negative feelings and think about your next approach. Maybe you need to go to the gym, or write or talk to someone… Whatever it is. Do it. For now this is all about yourself and letting yourself come to terms with all that’s just happened. Take as much time as you need and, once finished, move on.

3) Clearing options.

Chances are, after results across the UK have been put out, universities are going to need to fill the spaces left on their courses. And this is where they advertise themselves on the clearing sections of UCAS. Look through all of the universities, and see if there are any within your UCAS point score who will take you in. There will be a lot of places with the same course open as your desired field but also keep your options open. Some courses can be rather niche.

If you find somewhere you like dedicate some time to finding out some information about the place and make a short list of all the reasons as to why you want to attend the university/course. And then it’s onto the daunting part: phoning up. After the rejection experienced not long ago it’s going to take a lot of courage to push yourself out there again, but be courageous. Over the phone you’re going to have to sell yourself a bit, so make sure you speak clearly, cohesively and sound enthusiastic. And see what happens… Try this as many times as you wish with as many different places or courses as you want.

If you still can’t find anywhere….

4) Contact schools and colleges and find out what your options are.

The first step would be arranging a meeting with your head of sixth form in order to discuss what your results were and see what needs to improved upon. Perhaps it was the exams, perhaps the coursework. They’ll be able to set a clear idea of what you can do to raise your grade when you come  for another year, including extra-curricular activities that will earn you UCAS points.

If the idea of returning to your college/sixth form seems totally unappealing, take the same approach you just adopted to clearing and contact multiple schools about coming in to study. If a sixth form won’t let you come in, a college most definitely will. And remember, while you are in a desperate situation you still need to choose a place that feels right for you.
And the final step applies for everyone:


No matter what results you’ve received, and no matter what path you are now travelling down, you should all finally have a clear idea of exactly what your next part of your academic career is going to look like. And you should all be extremely proud of yourself. Those of you moving onto A-Levels and even higher education should be proud of all you’ve achieved. Those of you who are not should be vastly proud of dealing with rejection, staying optimistic and overcoming the toughest adversity you have faced yet. Those are all amazing strengths within yourself to have discovered.

As the next academic year looms ahead, whatever is ahead, of you, you are going to need unlimited determination and focus and ambition. Use the rest of the summer to totally live it up; spend time with family and friends, travel, and just…. Live.

But the  most important thing is to look forward to every single thing that comes your way, because there are going to be so many opportunities to discover exactly who you are, unleash your passions and perhaps just maybe be pleasantly surprised by the experience. And remember that just because you “failed” your grades does not mean that you are failing at life. An education system is never a true reflection of how creative, intelligent, beautiful, incredible people you all are!

“It’s all divine synchronicity”.

OOTD: What’s Black, White and Blue All Over?

2015, days out, Evie, Evie and Sophie, Fun

Yesterday, we went to our local seaside town for a day out. The weather was gorgeous, as expected when there’s a heatwave on. We spent our time walking down the promenade, playing crazy golf and sipping on cool iced drinks in the brilliant sunshine. Of course, when the weather is warm you have to dress cool, in every sense. These were our outfits.

Sophie’s Outfit:


Getting this photograph wasn’t easy. The ice cream (as you can see) was melting, and FAST, all over my hand!

Sunglasses: New Look

Top: New Look

Bag: Primark

Skirt: QED London

Shoes: Zara


Blue is my favourite colour to wear, so of course I was going to wear a pretty blue skirt! It’s a midi skirt, but the materials made it light and comfortable to wear in the scorching heat. It’s also very versatile, I had a barbecue in the evening and just switching out the top and shoes created a whole new outfit.

Evie’s Outfit:


Sunglasses: River Island

Top: New Look

Bag: River Island

Skort: Topshop

Jewellery: Charity Shop (watch)

Shoes: River Island


Sometimes, you have to suffer for the sake of fashion. The sandals looked lovely, but were mean to my feet.

Since I live in skinny jeans, getting my legs out is a big deal for me. But, this skort is effortless and perfectly co-ordinates with anything in my wardrobe.

We loved our outfits, they were perfect for the weather however what we learned that day is: wear what you want, but in this sort of heat you must always wear and top up your sunscreen. Burnt shoulders just ruin a look.

For more pictures of our day check out our instagram!

Enough To Make You Weep | A Reply to Gluestick Mum

2015, Film and Theatre, Sophie

Recently Gluestick Mum created a post about movies that made her cry and because I read it I ended up trying to hold in my sobbing as I sat in the university library. While her choices were upsetting and heart-breaking, I thought that there were some movies that were missing. So here is my list, minus the ones that she had already mentioned.



I cry at a lot of movies. And as a kid this was one of the first films I remember crying at, besides Dumbo which turned me into a human fountain. What can I say? Bambis mum gets shot and then Bambi is all scared on his own. I thought it was sad and scary, and so I cried. Though, the Lion King still takes full reign of most saddening Disney death, for sure.

The Hunger Games

the hunger games

Definitely not the most emotional in this list but there’s a good few moments that make you shed a tear or two. First is the reaping scene where Katniss is taken off and her little sister Prim is just hysterical. I end up thinking about how it would be if it was me as Katniss with my little sister and that tears me up. Then is Rue’s death, even though I saw it coming because I read the book. I have to admit I blubbed. It was all in the detail, about how Rue reminded Katniss of her sister and the salute that ends up causing havoc in Rue’s district in the second movie and more. It’s the little things that make it so heart-wrenching.

Monsters Inc.


I haven’t seen this movie in a long time despite it being on Netflix, and I don’t remember much of it, but I distinctly remember when Mike and Sully had to put boo back in her room and say goodbye. It was too adorable. Boo called Sully “kitty” as he held her in his fluffy arms for the last time. Just think about how adorable that was. Sure, as a kid, I perhaps didn’t fully understand what it was representative of, but it was still sad even back then.

Star Trek: Into Darkness


Generally this film isn’t very sad at all. It’s all about heroics and chasing down Benedict Cumberbatch, but there’s that bit where Captain Kirk enters the energy vault to fix the ship to save his crew and ultimately sacrifices himself. He gets radiation poisoning and dies isolated from everyone while Spock comforts him through the glass and they “touch” hands in that ‘live long and prosper’ sign through the glass and in the moment that gesture is extremely touching. You know, in a scene, if Spock is upset then you probably should be too. Kirk lives, hoorah, but that scene is sad.

How I Live Now


My god this film had me in tears when I first watched it. It’s a dystopian film where World War Three breaks out. You’re following the story of Daisy and with her you watch one friend get shot, which is awful, you find another dead friend among a pile of executed boys which is really upsetting because he was a good kid, and then when she and a girls she’s been protected find the last friend, her boyfriend, alive you’re so relieved you cry. Again, it’s one of those movies that makes me think about what it would be like if I was them.

Stuck In Love

This is a cute film all about love in all it’s different forms and generally the over-all feeling of the film is up-lifting and happy, but it wouldn’t be a good film if it didn’t have anything else in the plot, including sadness. There’s really two points in the film where it’s really sad.

  1. Louis’ mum dies.


The storyline here isn’t developed much and you only know of it in about two or three scenes in the entire movie, but it doesn’t need lots of attention to be hard-hitting. In fact, you could say that because there wasn’t much attention to it that’s why it hit so hard. It’s the moment where Louis calls Samantha to tell her that his mum died from cancer and over the phone you can hear how upset he is, then you see him and he simply says “my mum is gone” and he looks so lost and upset. Oh how you feel. I think the thing is, no one wants their mum to die, I know I don’t, and that’s why it’s so sad.

2.Kate gets lost and found


There’s a bit in the movie when Kate, a drug addict, goes missing after having too much champagne at a party. The find her, in some strange motel room passed out on the floor. Rusty, her boyfriend, is cuddling her as they sit in the car on the way to the hospital in a total state. Then he peeks under the blanket and you can just see every piece of him get torn up and you need to try and figure out if it’s relief that she isn’t naked or if he’s upset because she is, then you figure it it must be the latter because you remember that line. “Looking at her hurt”. Again, it’s one of those things you never want to happen whether your partner takes drugs or not.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower


This is another one of those uplifting films in the list but it was truly sad and poignant and emotional too. Evie and I first saw it when we were fifteen and we came out of the cinema sobbing. Everyone sobbed. First it was the scene where Charlie tells Sam “you’re not small” and kisses her in the most cute way possible because it was a happy kind of tear, but then things escalated, or rather descended, quickly into Charlie’s break-down where he thinks he killed his aunt, and then he’s crying, you’re crying with him, and then there’s a pause where you think he just might kill himself. It’s a beautiful movie through and through, one of my favourites that always makes me emotional.

Les Miserables


Just. Everything about this movie. I didn’t cry out loud at this movie even though I desperately wanted to, because I was with new friends and I didn’t want to embarrass myself, but wow. I had a constant lump in my throat throughout. So much death. But all so beautifully done. It was especially Anne Hathaways performance, the kid that got shot down and Eponine dying in the arms of Eddie Redmayne as he told her he loved her (but only as a friend) that were the real tear-jerkers but it was all just extremely heavy. The book is heavy too, at a thousand pages.

Moulin Rouge


I’ve watched this multiple times, every year since I was about seven years old and it makes me sob every time (I’m now 20). Originally Satine’s death, just after the song Come What May where they sing “I will love you until my dying day” was just the thing that created the water-works as Ewan McGregors pain-filled sobs just break my heart into a thousand pieces, but recently I’ve started crying at the point where Christian is jealous of the duke, around the time el Tango del Roxanne comes on. I don’t know what it is that makes me this way without fail, but I think it’s because I hold all the same principles as Christian.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2

Seeing this in the cinema had me blubbing hysterically all the way through. Other than the fact that it was the last movie to be made ever (discounting Fantastic Beasts) and that that coincides with the end of my childhood there were tonnes of sad moments to weep over.

  1. Snape’s death


His death is emotional beyond belief. The reason why he died, how Harry was there to see him into the end and that famous line “you have your mothers eyes” and that single tear as he faces the end is too emotional to handle, but even worse is that the tear then unlocks his memories where you learn that he was in love with Lily for years. That bit where he holds her dead body and weeps is unbearable.

2. Fred’s Death


I hate this part. George almost died in Part 1 to the panic of Fred followed by sheer relief then one movie later Fred dies himself. It’s the scene where the family are in morning and you can see that George has lost an entire half of him with the death of George, and it just causes too many feelings. Evie and I are twins and so seeing this scene strikes a very personal chord that I can’t handle.

3. Lupin & Tonks death.


It’s that moment where they stretch their hands out for each-other as they prepare defence. It’s the idea that they’re going to be with each other no matter what. It’s seriously under-played in the movie, but if you’ve read the books then you’ll know that Lupin and Tonks die together and that they’ve left an orphan son. It’s a tiny gesture but it means so much!



Oh god, don’t get me started on Titanic. When my friends and saw it in the cinema for the 100th anniversary of the Titanic sinking I cried so much that I had pools in my collar-bones. Again, it’s one of those movies that just gets to you. It’s as people fall to their fate and you think about what their last thought must have been, it’s the children being sang to sleep as the boat sinks (though why they’re not on life-boats is beyond me) and it’s Jack’s death that make it all so weep-worthy. And the fact it’s a true story and that people really died.

The Impossible


Another true story, based on the 2004 Tsunami in Indonesia, that hits you hard. The moment the waves hits the film is an emotional rollercoaster but it’s at its peak in the hospital when they’re SO CLOSE to finding each other and you’re yelling at them to turn around, they do and it’s just so amazing that you cry. There’s more, but that’s really the high-light of the film. And no one in the family dies, which is nice.

The Fault in Our Stars


Obviously this needs to be in the list because I haven’t met one person who saw this and didn’t cry. John Greens story was a whirlwind of a book and the movie was no better. The scene that particularly struck me was the scene where Augustus Waters gets his friends to read their eulogies to him. It’s quite a raw scene where the character confronts his inevitable death and his best friend and girlfriend are forced to say goodbye. They’re all crying and you are too. Personally I cried more at the book, but the movie did a damn good job of pushing my heart through the paper shredder as well.



Fury is mostly action packed and brutal in the most gruesome ways but in the middle of all this action is the short but sweet romance of Norman Ellison and Emma. Some might say that they had only known each other for twenty minutes and couldn’t understand the languages, but if you’re a romantic at heart like me you’d say they had a connection. Norman Ellison tells Emma that she’s going to have one great love in her life as they have an intimate moment alone in Emma’s bedroom, he’s protective of her and there’s a moment where they connect over music and it’s sweet. Only for Emma to die roughly one minute later when the house gets bombed. It’s that “one great love” thing that gets to me, when you realise that Norman must have realised the same thing and that’s why he gets to upset. It’s sad!

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas


I’m not even sure I even need to say which scene it is here, I think we all know. It’s the scene where the boy goes to find his friend only to get caught up in the gas showers at the concentration camp and the boy dies. The dad is running around looking for him and then realises. It’s the sheer desperation, and then loss and that final shot of the chamber doors where everything is still and quiet. Unlike The Impossible and Titanic it’s not a real event, but the holocaust did actually occur and to think that millions of people went through the same emotions is just harrowing. When Evie, myself and our mum saw it in the cinema we sobbed collectively and I don’t think we said one word to each other on the walk home.

Pass me the tissues! There are a lot more films on my cry-list including (500) Days of Summer, Never Let Me Go and One Day which are all very beautiful and moving pieces of cinematography, however, the list above was essentially the most memorable scenes that I cried at. Of course, I left off all the movies that Gluestick Mum mentioned so if you want to see what she had to say then click here. And, if you want, tell me about some of your tear-jerker movies.

Books That Are Being Turned Into Movies That I’m Excited About

Books and Literature, Film and Theatre, General, Sophie

Or “I Wish I Could Think of a Better Title”

If there are two things Evie and I are passionate about over here in The Hobbs Collective, it’s literature and film. Which is why when a movie gets made out of a book we get stupidly excited. Yeah, sometimes they can be a bit pants (Percy Jackson, we’re looking at you) but a lot of the time we adore them. After all, it’s a crossover of our favourite things. Over the past couple of years, or so, adaptations from books have become increasingly popular to produce into movies and there are tonnes being made. I’m super excited about some of them, as is Evie. These are some of the ones I’m most excited about.

Paper Towns – by John Green


I first read this book when I was eighteen years old, before John Green blew up into a storm with The Fault in Our Stars movie. The book cover had caught my attention at the local Waterstone’s multiple times, but every time I read the blurb it didn’t sound like anything I’d pick. One day, however, it caught my eye for the nth time and I decided to go on a whim and I bought it with some of my birthday money. I’m very glad I did. I absolutely loved the book, and have read it multiple times since.

When Evie told me it was going to be a movie I was almost giddy with excitement. And now, as the cinema release looms closer and closer I’m practically holding my breath in anticipation. There were scenes in the book that I could visualize with almost scary levels of detail and I’m really hoping that the film does these scenes justice. I’ve already seen the trailer on IMDb and it looks like it will live up to expectations. It certainly seems like it will have the same sort of feel as the book, which I’m glad about, and it looks like it will be a fabulous movie.

My only real niggle with this adaptation is the cast. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good cast, Natt Wolf is the perfect Quentin, as proved with his performance in Stuck in Love. I’m just not sure about Cara Delavigne as the infamous Margo Roth Spiegelman. The book led me to believe that Margo was a girl of average height, with dark hair and curves, so why John Green cast supermodel Cara as her is beyond me, and even though I’m trying to trust this choice it’s just not sitting well in my head. I can get past her looks, it’s just that in the trailer, as she says those famous lines about the paper people in paper towns Cara doesn’t deliver it with the right sort of conviction, and that bugs me. I think Lily Collins would have been a better choice, as she was great on her own, and with Natt Wolf in Stuck in Love.

I’m sure when I watch the movie I can get past the casting choice, as long as my judgement can be proven wrong. I’m still excited for it to come out in August (in the UK), I’m on absolute tenterhooks.

Why We Broke Up – by Daniel Handler


I found this book one day when I was wasting time before a drama class one Sunday. I went into the book store, and found this book sticking out from the shelf. It looked interesting, and so I sat down in the corner of my shop to test out the first page. I ended up reading 50 pages or so before I realized that I should probably just get it. I adore this book, I love the narrative style and the story. I showed it to Evie after I had read it and she loved it too.

With the book I found it amazing that Handler created this entire world, he made up these movies that Min had seen and all the places she had visited from scratch, so I’m excited to see how they go about visualizing this made up world. I’ve been keeping my eye on production for a while though, so I may have a long time to wait until I see. Daniel Handler, however, is writing the script for the movie so I have faith that it’s going to remain true to the books as much as possible, and I hope it comes out with a Perks of Being a Wallflower kind of quality. I hope it’s a creative film, because it’s a creative story narrated by a creative character, but, as long as it remains true to the book then I’ll be happy.

Again, the cast is my only little niggle. It is rumoured that Hailee Steinfield is set to play Min and I’m not sure how I feel about that as I have only really liked her in True Grit and Begin Again, then again, maybe I’m just jealous because I always thought that if I had the chance to play any character I’d like to play Min (y’know, if I was an actress) but there’s really not much known about it right now so I’m not going to get bogged down in a rumour. The movie hasn’t even been made yet, so I’m waiting for the trailer, and then the film, to really make up my mind.

Beautiful Ruins – by Jess Walter


This adaptation is one that I’ve only just heard about maybe a week or two ago. I found out about it in the middle of the night and was very tempted to wake my boyfriend up to babble on about it to him. I read the book last summer while I was in Spain and I find it to be absolutely exquisite, the book was wonderfully done. I remember that, as I was reading it, I’d catch myself thinking “this needs to be a movie”, it would be especially fitting as Pasquale, the leading man, is meant to be big into films.

Like Why We Broke Up, really not much is known about it. I know Imogen Poots is meant to be among the cast, but I don’t see her playing Dee Moray the glamorous movie star in the book, but perhaps the assistant in other parts of the book, so we’ll see how things turn out eventually.

It’s going to be really ambitious movie to make as it’s split into two different time zones and countries, 1960’s Italy and 2010’s America, and it’s split into many different perspectives and characters so I’m really looking forward to seeing how they deal with all the cross over and changes. My main hope is that they simply keep the feel of the movie as beautiful as the book. The director for this movie is apparently really into jazz and I wonder if that will have an influence, I’m sure he’ll be able to make the movie really special and unique and not just another adaptation for money.

This is probably the adaptation that I’m most excited about, as I think the book is marvellous and I have such high hopes. However, it’s still in pre-production so I may be waiting a while for it to come out, which is fine by me, I’d rather they took their time and made something wonderful than rushing it and making it sloppy, the book really doesn’t deserve to be adapted badly.

These are just three of many adaptations that I’m excited to be made into movies, there are tonnes more, but for these are books that are beloved to me and I’m sure will become beloved films, much like Perks of Being a Wallflower was to both Evie and myself. Some of them may be teen reads, but a good story will never stop being a good story. Please tell me about any adaptations you’re excited about, or if there’s any you’ve loved or found disappointing, or if there any books you think should be turned into a movie. I’d love to open up a discussion about this, so feel free to leave a comment. Maybe you’ll even lead me to reading some more great books.

RE: #FeministsAreUgly

A Quick Word, Celebrate, General, People, Sophie, Twitter

I was recently on the internet (though quite frankly to say that would mean I’d have had to get off the internet) and I was doing my rounds on social media, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter when, on Twitter I came across a hashtag. #FeministsAreUgly was a worldwide Trending Topic and I was mortified, because not only are Feminists beautiful but all women and all people are. I clicked the hashtag and while the page was loading, in those two flash seconds, I was dreading what would come up. I was expecting a lot of cocky young men to be tweeting out sexist, crude, misogynistic sentiments (of 140 characters or less) but I found none of that. Perhaps the topic first emerged because one man did so, but instead I was pleasantly surprised.

Instead what I saw was a mass of women posting selfies in reply. None of them were saying “Am I ugly” or looking towards other people to validate their beauty, but instead their captions were “Are you sure?” “If that’s the case then I like being ugly”

I admit, at first, I thought isn’t that a little bit… vain?

But I was horrified by what I had just thought. It was the type of thoughts that come from the mouth of misogynists, not feminists. It was what a society had taught me to think when someone, especially a woman *gasp*, was outwardly showing their confidence, and I hated that I had let myself think such a thing, even for a split second. Because behind these captions and comments was what I love most about humanity.

What this thread was actually, was a bunch of women and men, all standing up for themselves against the sort of people who tell them that they are not enough. It was people having the confidence in themselves to say “no. I’m beautiful” and that’s a sort of confidence that I greatly admire. It was actually women and men standing up for each other and when you look at all the selfies collectively and see how many people have the confidence, and the power to stand up and say “I am beautiful” it is truly wonderful. It is not vanity, it is simply self-worth.

So I retract my initial thought.

That is just what society has told me to think.

Instead I think that these people are owning it in ways that words cannot properly describe, even if I am trying to with this blog post. I think that these people are amazing and all beautiful. I think these people should be celebrated and given a round of applause because they have a level of confidence that I am still trying to work towards. But you know what?

I am a feminist,

And I am NOT ugly.

I am beautiful.

Oh, Happy Days

Celebrate, General, Sophie

Today is the UN’s International Day of Happiness and over here at The Hobbs Collective, Evie and I are huge advocates of being happy and spreading positivity. I know, all too well, that sometimes life can just drag you down and that, sometimes, when you’re down it’s hard to get up.

When I’m feeling down I like to listen to music, cranking it up really loud, and dance around my room.


I find that the music helps to blocks out the world around me (which is what may be upsetting me) and transports me to a different place. The dancing helps release pent up energy and, as scientifically proven, also releases endorphins that make me happy.

So, to celebrate International Day of Happiness and in an effort to spread the positivity today I’ve compiled 100 of the songs that get me dancing and make me happy into a playlist on my spotify page (you can click here to listen if you want).


On the list are all of my favourite songs that make me happy in some way, whether it’s because they’re cheery songs, bring back happy memories, or just get me tapping my feet and I hope they make you happy too.

International Day of Happiness is important to me because I know, all too well, what it’s like to be devastatingly sad and I think it’s good to have a day dedicated to happiness whether it’s making yourself happy, or others, because ultimately it could change someone’s life. If you want to get involved you can head to the UN’s website here to get involved.

Feel free to tell me your favourite songs that make you happy and I’ll check them out. If you’re feeling happy already I hope you have a wonderful rest of the day. Keep smiling, even when today ends. If you’re feeling down then remember you’re wonderful and this sadness won’t last forever.

Take care 🙂

International Women’s Day 2015.

People, Sophie

Today, as you may know, is International Women’s Day. And while my feelings towards this are somewhat like Mary Elizabeth’s views on the Sadie Hawkins dance in The Perks of Being a Wallflower (“thanks for the crumb”), and I think that there shouldn’t just be one assigned day to celebrate women, I still think it’s a good thing to celebrate- the only thing is, there is no way to do it- so today I thought I’d write about a woman that I support and advocate. Emma Watson. Unless you live under a rock you’ve probably heard of her.


To me, like most people in the world, I was first introduced to Watson when she started to play Hermione Granger in Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone she was eleven and my seven year old self thought she was cool and I wanted to be her. Since then Emma has built herself a steady career with roles that have been particularly close to my heart. She was Pauline Fossil in the BBC film adaptation of Ballet Shoes, one of my favourite books when I was younger. She was Sam in the adaptation of Perks of Being a Wallflower, a book and character that I loved and held dearly, she was in the music video for One Night Only’s “Say You Don’t Want It”, one of my favourite bands (and even six years later I still want a coat like hers). Soon she’s going to play Belle in the real life version of Beauty and The Beast which, coincidentally, was one of my favourite Disney films when I was a kid. Emma Watson somehow managed to become a special person to me, and I have loved her almost from the start.


But my admiration for her does not end with her film roles, if anything they’re just the start. When I was doing my GCSE’s she attended university at Brown and, for a short while, at Oxford. I felt empowered by her move. Despite having a lavish career set in stone, despite never needing a job ever again, she still sought out further education and knowledge. She got all A’s at her GCSE’s and her A-level exams even though a lot of her time was spent on film sets and studios. I thought “if she can do it, I can do it too.” and while I may not have received all A’s I’m here at university and that’s something. I’ve always admired women who are well educated and knowledgeable- Natalie Portman is another- and so the fact that Watson attended university solidified my admiration.


Since then Emma Watson has been doing amazing things with her life, most notably is her work as a United Nations ambassador for gender equality, whose work is an attempt to gain gender equality on a global scale. In her speech on September 2014, I applauded her call for men to support gender equality in her campaign #HeForShe, believing that the inclusion of men in feminist activity is crucial. Now, I’m in standing ovation as she held another conference and when someone took to twitter asking “how do I prove to my dad that engineering isn’t a man’s profession” and Emma replied “become and engineer”. #HeForShe,for me, is not just about getting men on women’s sides, it’s about women being able to do what they love without a second thought from anyone and I am in huge favour of that.

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What’s more is that Emma Watson is a good role model. She’s carried herself well through life, she hasn’t gone off the rails like some, she is stylish and sophisticated. She’s not all about sex or parties. She’s a style icon. She’s the sort of person you want to be or be friends with and that, too, is admirable. She’s a woman that can be taken seriously.She’s only twenty four years old and is already doing so many wonderful things with her life. I’m sure she’ll continue to do great things that are special and important to me, things that I will fully support, I am sure that I will continue to admire her for a long time to come.


Of course, she isn’t the only woman worth celebrating. There are many more women that are worth attention- other actresses, academics, historical figures, my friends, my family- and they all inspire me in different ways, but if I was to talk about every single one I’d be writing this post until next year. Today, it is International Women’s Day and I want to celebrate. If you are reading this, I urge you to pick a woman that you admire or are inspired be, it can be anyone from your favourite celebrity to someone who is doing amazing work that needs to be drawn to attention and either comment below about them, or write a post yourself in celebration.

Reasons For the Nine in Ten, Daily Mail


Gluestick Mum

The Daily Mail is in uproar. To be honest, it’s the Daily Mail – it’s in perpetual uproar. But the reason for today’s chest-beating, get-the-smelling-salts-Doris is because only one mother in ten is a stay-at-home-parent.

Obviously, as the Daily Mail sees it, this means that the world must be in terminal decline because mothers must never ever EVER have worked before. Apart from during the World Wars…or during Victorian times when the kids would work as well…or in the days of the Feudal system when men women and children would toil the land for greedy overlords…or at any point and space in time so long as there have been families. Apart from maybe the ‘golden age’ of Middle-class 1950s Western society, which, apart from the gorgeous dresses weren’t really all that golden. Or for the very very wealthy/entitled at any time ever…but then the kids would be raised by nanny/boarding…

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Best Weekend I’ve Ever Had

Evie and Sophie, General

Disclaimer #1: This is a really long post.

Disclaimer #2: Most of this post is written by me, Evie, but Sophie will be inputting some bits too. My inputs will be in italics, just so you can tell. The weekend just gone, I went away from home for the first time since March. Last time, it was for six hours. This time, it was for two whole nights! I was travelling down to see Sophie in Reading for the first time EVER! After, like, a year of me saying “You so NEED to come down!”. It was something that excited me, and daunted me at the same time.


I’ve been to Reading before, on a university open day. So, in theory, I should have known where I was going. But Alas, throughout the day Sophie kept receiving texts like:

“If I leave now, what time will I get there?”

“What underground train is the best one to get to paddington?”

“How many stops are there from Paddington to Reading” My answer of one or two depending didn’t help. She had either not arrived in Reading yet or had now just totally missed it. 

All pretty dumb questions, that I could have figured out by myself. But I just wanted to be extra careful. I didn’t want to do what I did last time, even with sensible boyfriend in tow, and get off at the wrong underground platform, thus causing us to be lost. I didn’t want to miss the station to Reading, which at some point I thought I had.

“Is it normal for a train to stop and start again without announcing what station we’re at?” I texted her, slightly panicking. As I write this paragraph I can feel my mum’s facepalm, which is undoubtedly what will happen when she reads this later.

“What!?” Sophie answered not even a minute later. “Did you pass Reading?”

“I don’t know”.

The reason I panicked was this; when the train first stopped, a ticket-collector-assistant-person-thing came and asked to get to the door controls. I thought “great, we’re here” and waited for the doors to open. They didn’t, and the train pulled away again. I could have looked out of the window, had I not been sandwiched between businessmen on their commute back to home, or had it not been pitch black outside.

I kept going, and had nothing to worry about, as we pulled into Reading station just ten minutes later.


Eventually I got off the third, and final train of the day (thank god) and walked to where the signs indicated the exit was. I called Sophie, who was supposed to meet me at the station.

“Where are you?” I asked. “I went up one escalator, down another one, and now I’ve got no clue where I’m going”

“I’m by W.H Smith’s” she replied. I looked around, there wasn’t a W.H Smith’s in sight.

Evie forgot to say that when I picked up my phone I heard absolutely nothing from her end, it was just completely blank so I didn’t reply. My half of the conversation was more like: “Hello. Hello? Hello? Helloooooo? Hello?! I can’t hear you. Hello?…………….Okay, I can’t hear you but if you can hear me I am by W.H. Smith’s.”

“I’m lost!” I shouted down the phone, a few people looked at me funnily. I assume they were thinking “the exit is right there, dumb-arse” but with Sophie not in sight I had no clue what to do.

I left. And she was right there. Outside. She forgot to mention that bit. We greeted each other with cackles* (I don’t know what it about her, but I always sound like a witch in her presence. Probably something to do with the origin of our last name). And decided to walk to our hotel, the Great Expectations.

*I read somewhere that our last name, Hobbs, come from the Anglo-Saxon/ Old English for a high priest, often thought to be a witch. I also read that it could also mean “Son of Robert” but that’s nowhere near as interesting or as useful to the joke.


Now. My expectations were not great. After the room was booked I looked at reviews and photos and it didn’t look like such a great place to be. But what did it matter, surely whatever room I was in wasn’t going to be any worse than my actual bedroom. Alas, it wasn’t, and my sister and I dumped our bags into the room (after a payment kerfuffle and the staff-server-receptionist-person-thingy getting bored of it all).

“What shall we do?” I asked. “I’d say, let’s get something to eat but I stuffed my face on the train”. I had. Earlier, I had over-compensated on food for the journey. Buying a whole matter of things. I had bought twelve chicken satays, eight cheesestrings, two sausage rolls, and two doughnuts. Just over half of that was binned.

“I dunno. We could just take a walk around?” Sophie asked. I agreed. No way in hell did I want to spend all of my hours here in the hotel room. We ambled out of the room and onto the streets of Reading. By now it was nine p.m and the people with plans on spending the night in drunken revelry started filling out onto the streets. We kept searching for somewhere to eat, walking around for a total of a whole hour. Stopping briefly at a Sainsbury’s to buy some sweets for later.

Eventually, we found somewhere to eat, to no surprise for some, McDonalds. We agreed to eat somewhere cheap so that we could have a really nice meal the next day, on my last night there. We overcompensated on food again, just like we always do. We did so because we hated the idea of being hungry at night-time with no way of getting food. And we had to put some of it into our bags for later.

“Now what?” I asked. It was half past ten now. We decided to go back to the hotel room and figure out what to do.

“We could go to some bars or something” I said “First time in months I don’t have a responsibility to wake up to”

Disclaimer: I love my baby-O to pieces. But I was happy that I could do whatever I wanted and not suffer the consequences the next day, early in the morning.

We chose not to go out drinking. And instead opted to go to the cinema, deciding on the 23:30 screening of Fury.


Now, our stepdad hated this film when we saw it almost a week before. But I liked it. And Sophie did too. I didn’t just like it. I LOVED it. And we had always had plans to see it together. So that’s what we did. Paying for our tickets and these crazy frozen ice drinks. We walked into the cinema and sat on really good seats, not too close to the screen, but central, and there weren’t any giraffe-necks obstructing our view.

The film finished at 2 in the morning. But thankfully the hotel wasn’t any more than a five minute walk away. We got back to the hotel room and essentially just pratted about for another three hours. Not wanting to go to sleep and waste whatever time I had here.

At five in the morning we went to sleep, and had plans to wake up at half past nine for breakfast.

We woke up at eleven. But managed to head outside an hour later in order to complete our itinerary.

First up: a tour of the university.


The walk felt long and arduous, up-hill is never a good thing (thank goodness I didn’t go to Exeter!), but there were lot’s of nice houses to peek at and we got to play out our little property fantasies that we love to do (we aren’t the only ones!), which made the walk more fun.

“Look, bikes to rent! We could get one of those” I said, pointing to the bikes.

“After your last experience, I don’t think so”. She had a point. Last time I rode a bike I kept falling into the road, in my quiet little (it’s not that little thinking about it) town. She also nearly got ran over by a tractor. These sorts of things could only happen in Norfolk. No way was I going to risk my life on a main road in Reading.

We kept walking, only to wish we left the hotel earlier as we walked right past a man on the pavement, puking his guts out. I was glad we chose not to go drinking. Suddenly, the two of us were put off the idea of lunch.

Not that it mattered, as almost everywhere on campus was closed. No paninis for us then. Or even a tour of the archaeology building. But I did get to see a very nice looking library. And Sophie did let me fangirl about how awesome the film, theatre and television studies building was. On the way back from the campus, to the city centre again, we stopped at Starbucks for some iced mochas.

“Best drink I’ve ever had” Sophie said, a play on a Fury quote. You’ll find it A LOT on the IMDB quotes page if you have no idea what I’m on about. It’s literally the ‘best quote I ever heard’! This quickly became our inside joke of the weekend, and we found ourselves using it for EVERYTHING!

Then came the bit that always happens. Shopping! Totally and utterly predictable of us. We walked around for hours, and we hadn’t even eaten yet!

At first I think I’m being sensible, choosing not to buy a thing. Then choosing to buy a Brecht on Theatre book, which I’m super excited about. Whilst at Waterstones Sophie tried to show me a cool stained glass window. Led up the stairs, blindfolded- because who cares about safety precautions- she planned on a big reveal. It must be a REALLY nice stained glass window I think.

However, when she finally takes her hands away from me all I can see are dull browns.

“It was supposed to be more of a spectacle than this” Sophie said.

It honestly was supposed to be more of a spectacle. The store is built into a church that was first built in the 1600’s (or something) and then redeveloped in the 1800’s until it fell out of use. The original Gothic doorway and stain glass window remains as does some of the inner architecture. Normally the window is beautiful, but it must have been boarded up because the light wasn’t coming through.

We stop for KFC, another fatty fast food store -obviously I’m not used to variety (haha), Or food for that matter- only spending three pounds each. Not bad at all.

And then…


Twenty six pounds on a shirt at the click of a finger.

Suddenly sensible wasn’t within my character, and I walked around every single store screeching “I want thiiiiiis”. But, when you’re in a city with shops and products that cannot be found in the rather town that I live in, you kind of end up wanting everything. In the end, when I realised I didn’t have the budget to buy all of Topshop (the realisation didn’t take long) I resorted to adding the things to my Christmas List. Which is essentially a list of expensive things I want but no one will ever buy me.

After a long day of walking, our feet began to hurt (mine didn’t hurt, so to speak, but my little toe did start to tingle, which was a bit worrying), we decided to head back to our hotel room. But not without buying MORE food first.

We went into Krispey Kreme doughnut store for the second time in the two days that I had currently been in Reading. I thought we’d buy lemonade and a couple of doughnuts each. But boy oh boy was I wrong.

“What can I get you?” The server-person-thingy asked (I’m terrible with occupational names).


“An assortment of a dozen doughnuts please”.



Obviously buying twelve doughnuts between two people was such an outlandish thing to do that the server-person-thingy asked us this:

“Are you going to a party or something?”.

Or something.

Or something indeed.

Sophie froze on the spot, not sure of what to say. Did we lie, and say we were so that we didn’t look like such lard-arses? Did we tell the truth and risk getting laughed at?

We went for the truth. We were going to a very exclusive party in a hotel….room. For two.

“No….” I replied shespishly, feeling my cheeks go pink. “We’re just…. (Lard-arses? Greedy? Obsessed with doughnuts? All of the above?) pigs”.

The only thing that could make the choice of words in a doughnut store more ironic is if Sophie and I were policewomen.

(Hurrah! A job I know the name of!)

After hurrying out of Krispey Kreme with a HUGE box of doughnuts to share, we retired back to the hotel room. We had plenty of time until we deemed it fit to go out to eat for the evening so we sat in the room, changed our clothes and make-up and created videos of us cackling, like the Anglo-Saxon witches that we are, and just being the silly and outlandish people we were that weekend.

Eventually, it became time to go out for tea. We had set aside money for Nando’s (another place that can be found where I live), and so we walked there, trying to avoid the few cat-calls that we had.

“Are you okay?” Someone came up and asked us sincerely. I threw him a don’t-talk-to-me kind of look and he continued to talk. WHAT ABOUT MY FACIAL EXPRESSION DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND.

“Oh my god. You are seriously not okay” he spoke as he followed us down the street. I would have been okay if you left us alone!

We continued to walk to Nando’s, avoiding a group of drunk and disorderly teenagers and pulling faces not unlike Katniss Everdeen’s. Walking through a city at nighttime was proving to be very irritable.


Eventually we got there and saw the MASSIVE wait for a seat.

“It’s packed” I told Sophie, hanging in-between the doorway. An annoying trait we did when unsure of what to do or where to go. “What do we do now?”

“We could go to Pizza Hut?” (Another place found back home). Sophie suggested. So we walked all the way back to the Riverside, which took about ten minutes. Singing Miley Cyrus songs along the way. Suddenly we were looking like the drunk and disorderly.

We got to Pizza Hut.

Closed. For refurbishment.


The answer to that? Stand around a sweet stall singing and dancing to the Hercules song blasting through the speakers. It lasted no longer than a minute, but still, we had all the swag of the sexy gospel muses. The song was ‘Zero to Hero’ and we literally know all the words because, yes, we really are that pathetic. Also, I’m the muse with the long wavy hair. 


Later on we walked down the riverside, trying to find somewhere to eat. Mexican wasn’t my thing. The steak-houses were expensive (notice we never tried to find anything healty). And everywhere else was cheap fast-food junk. No way was I getting glammed up and clipping about in gorgeous Kurt Geiger shoes for another McDonalds!

We walked back to the Nando’s ten minutes away. It was not ten minutes away. Five minutes, at the most.

Now, the time by now was ten o’ clock at night. Almost two hours later than we had intended to eat. Turns out, service at ten is really fast. The food came in literally under five minutes. I guess they just wanted to start getting rid of people to close up shop. We ate happily, and even managed to hold a conversation at the same time. Typically, this doesn’t happen given how much I get into Nando’s. We ended up spending an hour there.

“Do we get dessert?” I ask, looking at the menu, they do a mean choc-a-lot cake- the name says it all.

“No. We have six doughnuts waiting for us at the hotel”.

“Well, I don’t want to go back to the hotel room just yet? What shall we do? We could go to a bar, we’re dressed nicely?”

What do we do? In the end it’s take another walk down to the riverside. And go to the cinema again. To see…



But come on! It has my biggest celebrity crush in it (I don’t even mean it in a “he’s so fit” kind of way, I am literally obsessed). How could I resist!? She literally is obsessed. She texts me on a daily basis telling me how in love with Logan Lerman she is. 


We meet a Ben and Jerry’s enthusiast and talk about different flavours, proving to myself just how pig-ish I had been feeling all weekend so far. We take our tickets and our ice-cream tubs, I regret my choice of peanut butter cup over strawberry cheesecake, and take our seats. Evie, the cheesecake one was delicious! I wish they did it in the big tubs. Also, I wish we could have talked to the “cashier-server-thingy” because Ben and Jerry’s is a perfect foundation for a good friendship and he seemed like a fun character.

We are the only ones in the entire movie theatre.

“I feel so sorry for the staff, because if we hadn’t come in they wouldn’t have had to screen it, and have to clean up all over again” I tell Sophie.

Turns out, sitting in a cinema with only a smartphone for company is kind of surreal, and we keep expecting Frank the Bunny from Donnie Darko to pop up and take off his stupid bunny suit. I keep looking to the left of me, unsettled.

(I was going to insert an image of the Donnie Darko movie theatre scene but it’s, like, the middle of the night as I’m writing this and quite frankly (aha) the bunny freaks me out). Fine. I’ll do it.


“What do you keep looking at!?” Sophie asks me nervously. I don’t know, but something kept catching in my periphery (I realised half-way through the film that it was the glowing light of the fire exit that I kept catching in my vision). I want someone to walk in and join us so it doesn’t feel so empty.

I asked nervously because I, too, kept seeing things in my periphery only on the right hand side where there was no entrance and I was genuinely terrified that there might be a ghost in the cinema.

Eventually someone does. He creeps in so quietly that when I actually DO catch a figure heading towards me I jump, and freak out. I freaked out too!

“For a minute I thought he had come here to murder us” I joke to Sophie. He had the silence of a ninja, the idea wasn’t that out there surely? But alas, a ninja wouldn’t carry a Sainsbury’s carrier bag. He doesn’t come and keep us company, and instead goes to sit right at the back…. The whole cinema and he chooses the very back??? Only couples with the wish to get frisky sit at the back, and he was totally alone.


Turns out, I like Fury so much that I get fully absorbed into the action. But I guess surround sound, and creating a fourth-wall with the lights kind of does that. And forget how creepy the cinema is when there are only three people there. Or how much I really hope the staff don’t forget and lock us in accidentally. We still jump at the same moments, and I’m still not sick of Logan Lerman by the end of it. Or Brad Pitt for that matter, and he’s FIFTY! And Sophie later confesses she was attracted to Shia LaBouef even though he had a moustache.


Normally when I see Shia LaBouef I can only see him as the nerdy, totally not attractive ‘Even Stevens’ or ‘Holes’ Shia as that is sort of what I grew up and knew. Seeing him in Fury was different because he was no longer this weedy kid and just totally shed that past self. The only other time this happened was when he was in Indiana Jones: Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Also, he doesn’t have his weird beard.

I guess it’s the war-hero thing. And that, I guess.

At two am we head back to the hotel once again with intentions to go to sleep. But we don’t. We end up staying awake and talking and eating doughnuts (or half a doughnut), until I’m crying with laughter and my stomach hurts. I apologise to the rest of the people staying at the hotel for how bloody annoying we must have been over the weekend. Especially singing along to Taylor Swift in the morning.

The next day, the plan is this: go home. But oh! I don’t want to, the weekend is currently so much fun I can stay for a little while longer, surely? So I do! And Sophie and I have the intentions to go our and then I go home at about 2pm.

That plan went so wrong! Like, three hours wrong.

Firstly, we head out to a nice ethical shop just down the road to pick my baby-O up a present. We spend a long time finding the perfect thing, a wooden dog on wheels, perfect for baby-O! And then spend EIGHTEEN pounds on bracelets for each of us. Sensible is definitely gone.

Then it’s back to the hotel room to pack and check out after I receive worrying messages from my parents.

Turns out there is no trouble at all and there aren’t any extra charges and the staff is super friendly. We ask to keep our bags behind the counter and they agree. So the staff takes them, and is super extra careful with the nine other doughnuts that are left to be consumed. It’s tempting to give him some just to get rid of them.

We leave the hotel. With plans to finish off our shopping, and buy things we wish we had the day before. In H&M we splurge on jewellery, and I have to get Sophie to buy it all so I don’t wince at how much I’m spending*. But at least we had a discount voucher for twenty percent off. We then go back to Kiko Cosmetics and stock up on new lipsticks because they’re super cheap and super nice. And I throw in a gorgeous new nail polish too, because the sensible me is gone.

*When Evie says I had to buy it what she really means is she paid for it but I had to be the one to go up to the “cashier-server-thingy-person”.

It’s Starbucks next, because the two of us are absolutely exhausted from the previous two days and buy extra large iced mochas. If nectar is the drink of the gods then these aren’t far off. I find myself wishing for a magical cup like in Percy Jackson (incidentally another film with her true love Logan in) so I could drink this stuff whenever I please. They also have the most delicious popcorn squares. The wait for our drinks takes forever, and about a dozen people get their orders before ours until we realise something is wrong.

“Wow! Service is quick here” we overhear a customer say.

Bull****. We’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes. It’s been ten minutes, at most. The lesson in this post is that if Evie ever gives you a measurement of time then you have to take five minutes off it, unless she is late somewhere, then add five minutes. 

Turns out they had forgotten about us. But my god the drinks are worth the wait. I can see why there’s so much hype between ‘basic white girls’.

Still not wanting to go home we look for more things to do. And we end up going into a small-ish museum.

“They have a copy of the bayeaux tapestry here” Sophie tells me as we go up the stairs “I have to study it for my course”.

Great. She’s going to do school stuff on our weekend of fun.

Turns out school stuff is a lot of fun, as we go around reading about the tapestry. Sophie reads out the Latin writing, with wild Italian-like arm gestures and all, and I read the English. We also throw in a lot of Fury quotes and laugh at miniature naked men, as the mature and sophisticated people we are.

It turns out that the Bayeaux tapestry is about half as narrow and fifty times longer than I thought it was. It was quite weird seeing it stretching out on the edge of the room like the same way the Elgin Marbles are displayed. It honestly exceeded expectations.

Then it’s into the Silchester exhibition, because I didn’t get to go on the last year of digging there because I had already booked a holiday, where we read vaguely about dress codes and ancient religions. But that’s fun too, and we try on ‘ancient’ togas and take a lot of selfies as Roman people. That’s a huge amount of fun too. Sophie: the history nerd, actually manages to make history fun.



The above picture is of me dressing up as a Norman king in the tapestry exhibit, though the painting behind me is from the 1800’s and not from c. 1066.

We waste more money in the gift shop.

And then it’s time to leave.

We go back to the hotel really really quickly to pick up our bags. Knowing there’s a three hour journey ahead of me I’m pretty glad, at this point, that I’m not the one that has to carry Sophie’s overnight bag (it was so heavy!). We also get our Krispey Kreme doughnuts back and I secretly hope that at least one has been eaten because I can’t be bothered to carry them either. But alas, everything is how it was when we first left them behind the counter.

Then it’s a quick quick run to the train station and I’m like “we can get the half past four train. It’s okay. I’ll get home soon enough”. But OH MY GOD the train is an hour LATER than I was hoping for. Thank god Sophie is still with me because I’d be bored out of my mind already by this point.

We decide to eat for the first time that day, and go to have a Subway. There aren’t many people in here besides us, the staff and a homeless man sat peacefully at one of the tables. I give the man a quick glance because I always worry about them for some reason. But he seemed okay to me so I think nothing of it. Sophie has a six inch, and I have an entire foot long (this is not a phallic euphemism I promise). I probably look like the world’s greediest person in the world carrying a whole box of doughnuts and ordering a footlong sub with a homeless man sat RIGHT BEHIND ME!

We sit down to eat. I’m okay. Sophie’s okay. The staff are okay. The homeless man has deteriorated and is definitely not okay.

“I’m kind of worried about him because he’s shaking a little bit” Sophie says. She’s sat directly opposite him, and this was probably a bad move because bad situations (like a shaking man) make Sophie a little anxious. A “little” anxious? I wish! I get VERY anxious.

I turn around to see what she means, just in time to see the man begin to fit. I freeze. Sophie freezes. Like WHAT THE FUCK DO WE DO!? I’m 100% sure the two of us would make a terrible hero-and-sidekick team (mostly arguing about who has to be demoted to sidekick to actually save people) (I’m totally the sidekick. I’m thinking back to when we’d play sing star, and other games, and you’d play all the main parts and I would have to be the supporting role). We thank the heavens that two policemen had came in to order food not even a minute before the incident. Like, talk about luck!

And everyone continues to go about their daily business like homeless men struggling to breathe on the floor is a regular occurrence here. I actually think at this point he wasn’t struggling to breathe but was actually asleep. I swear I heard snoring (but I suppose they’re slightly similar sounds)

Sophie gets put of her food.

I could scarf the entire shop but now is probably a bad time to do so.

So we do what any kind-hearted and compassionate person would do.

We leave.

(That makes us sound like truly awful human beings, but I promise you, Sophie and I have a tendency just to get in people’s ways, so it was probably for the best).

And we end up going to find my train platform.

I’m slightly gutted that it’s not platform 9 and 3/4. But I remind myself that that platform is at Kings Cross and has just become a horribly tacky money making scheme that I’m no longer bummed out.

We get to the platform. And suddenly, literally out of nowhere, we start to get really emotional.

Well. Sophie does.

And she’s all like: “I don’t want you to go. Please stay. Please stay!”

And I’m like: “I can’t, I have a baby-O to get back to and I’m sick of this suitcase!” (Which explains why it only moved out of the living room yesterday, and not even because I did it).

And she starts crying.

I’m a sucker when it comes to Sophie crying. If she does it, I’m guaranteed to do it too. So I start blubbing as well and I’m trying to make light of it by joking about David Tennant and waterproof mascara but it’s not helping. And when the train finally arrives we’re just complete messes. We have no dignity.

I get on the train, composing myself enough so that it doesn’t look like I’m abandoning my sister. She’s still crying and I’m like “oh god. STOP! I’m going to cry on a train and that’s embarrassing. AND I ONLY HAVE DOUGHNUT BAGS TO WIPE MY DRIPPING NOSE WITH!”

So the train pulls away, and we both cry again. And I’m Tenth Doctor-ing all over the place like “I don’t want to go”. I want Sophie to run down the platform like we did at kids but I know she won’t because of her stupidly heavy overnight bag.


And the train quickens pace. And suddenly, I’m not in Reading anymore.

As the train was rolling out of the platform this security guard asked me if I was okay. I was definitely not okay (haha) and he offered to make me some tea, but I had my own train to catch so I declined- that and I don’t really like tea. I suck at being British. And I have a really boring, really annoying, really tedious train journey home. And a half an hour wait at Kings Cross watching the Harry Potter shop make a mint.

But that’s another story. One that’s definitely not as long either.