Monday, 18 August 2014

Harry Potter Warner Bros tour 001


Last weekend I finally got to visit the Harry Potter Warner Bros tour, and oh my we were excited. We battled through the horrible thunder storm on the motorway and picked up our tickets at the booth. 
The tour works on time slots so it eases congestion inside the tour, and so everyone can fairly browse. 
We left all our bags and what not in the cloakroom, which is free and definitely worth using. It's much easier to go round the tour with just your camera! 

I won't ruin the tour for anyone who is hoping to visit soon in my posts, because exploring it yourself with the little surprises in store is half the fun!


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I personally think the set-up of the tour is really well thought up. Upon entering the great hall you have a tour guide who talks a little about the great hall. You have a half decent amount of time in here and you can browse about the long room. We tended to hold back a little until the crowd had filtered through into the next room. Although I did tend to have an old guy with a video camera in my face and walk in front of my photo's, every time I turned round (person square invaded ek) 
The staff then alert you of your time being up and give you a few minutes to get some last photos and carry on, as the next group scheduled are due to enter. 

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More magic in part two (sorry for that awful line guys) 
Have you been to Harry Potter tour? 

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Tuesday, 12 August 2014

What I wore #023 // Sunny floral

I picked this dress up while in Brighton, in the Beyond Retro shop. I love how simple and light it is and it's definitely handy for folding up and taking when travelling as it's so thin when folded. 
It's a typical shift straight dress, which I don't typically go for but I love this for summer! 

However, I bent down to tie my wedges and the whole zip came un-done, slightly embarrasing! all fixed now though, and thankfully not in a busy area- phew.
Dress - Beyond Retro, Shoes - River Island, Bag - Primark

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Saturday, 2 August 2014

The boyfriend tag

2014 has slowly found me showing more personal aspects of my life on  my blog. Travels, days out, college friends and what not. I like seeing the more personal side of bloggers lives aside from their favourite products and seeing what their like! 

Jack is a friend who is a boy, aka my boyfriend. We (okay, maybe me more) thought it would be fun to test how well we/he knows eachother and film the boyfriend tag. He's moving away for University soon weep so thought we'd film it! 

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Friday, 1 August 2014

Catcalling and being a lady

This is something slightly different to my usual posts, but something I feel I need to share and talk about. It's highly possible a woman reading this has had some relation to it or heard of it. Them self or someone they know. 

Catcalling. 'catcall' i.e: A loud whistle or a comment of a sexual nature made by a man to a passing woman. 






I'll admit, it hasn't happened to myself until now, but that didn't mean I was ignorant to this disgusting thing. That was until last week, when I found myself being shouted at and treated like a piece of meat, catcalled. 

It takes a lot to make me very angry, angry to the point as in shaking and physically un-able to get words out kind of angry. But this certainly done that.

Catcalling is certainly nothing new. It's been shown constantly in shows, adverts, cartoons, music, music videos and so on for many decades. Certainly in the 50's to the 60's. 
I, in the year 2014 just cannot see how anyone, man or female, dog, hamster, fish finds this acceptable or taken as a joke at all? please fill me in if you can.

A friend and I decided to get our nails done last week and went locally. We of course went to the salon together and what not. Half way through I needed to go and add more money for a car park pay and display. I took my purse and told her I'll be back quick. I ran through the apparent storm starting getting soaked in my sandals. This was at 11am neary mid day.

Okay, so like every single stereotypical and ignorant response when a story of this nature is written is; "well what was she wearing? I mean, if she was showing her boobs or her bum then no wonder this happened." do.not.even. This angers me so much. I do not care what a girl was wearing, never ever is anything under that bracket is it acceptable. Wearing anything does not give anyone the right to someone in the slightest. 

But, okay I'll entertain this, not that I need to justify my clothing. I naturally dress quite modestly and reserved for my age I guess, even when I go clubbing I don't show off my body.
I was wearing a high neck loose fitting vest, not showing my cleavage in the slightest fyi and a pencil skirt that went down to way below my knees. I had got the pencil skirt the day before and was trying a different style out for once. So, you can see the shape of my hips- oh my imagine a girl having hips that she was born with! Oh my goodness, what? a girl has a bum, passes out of shock. 10 points to Gryfindor. A human should be able to walk in public without being harassed, it is their personal choice in what they wear.


Too many young girls don’t know how to act when someone’s being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off. Don’t do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves - be a bitch. If someone’s being disrespectful to you, be disrespectful right back. Show them the same amount of respect that they show you.


 I saw girls in bra tops and tight pencil skirts like mine, or in those denim hot pant shorts where you can see their bum cheeks, going shopping today and yeah okay, maybe it's a bit out there for my personal clothing choice, but it's exactly that, choice. Their choice, and I'm 100% for girls wearing whatever the bloody hell they want without being treated in a disgusting way. 

Getting back to it. I walked past a block of shops. I tend to pretty much keep focused in-front of me and not really look at people that much when I walk, it stresses me out. I however, occasionally look to the side, I saw a guy next to a delivery van standing at the back and caught a look at him (in the most un-romantic, I literally just happened to look right way) and just thought nothing of it. I sorted my car out, and returned the same way I had there. He was still there and I didn't even look at him. I heard him mutter something in his language and instantly looked. He had the most disgusting, perverted look on his face, chuckling and whistling, saying 'oh yeah girl, mmm yeah'  looking me up and down and nodding his head.
Sorry, but excuse me?

I'll admit, in the past year, I have gained so so much confidence that I will 100% say something if i'm not happy with it. I'm finally comfortable in my body, happy and confident, something college has definitely helped with. Even my friends have commented how much I've changed. 

Without even thinking, I did the most disgusted look at him and (please excuse my language here guys) told him to "go F himself, you are a disgusting perverted human being, who the F do you think you are." To this, he chuckled more. It's as if this amused him, he was happy he had ruined my day and made me un-comfortable. I then repeated again "You're a disgusting old man, go F yourself" and turnt back round. He was not british so it was really hard to understand what he then said to me next, not that I gave a crap. My response was incredibly simple, yet effective. I turned back round and carried on walking and put my middle finger up for a good minute as I walked away from this rat of a man. 
Out of curiosity, do you think this was right of me to do? Everyone can say 'oh well I would do this and that and say this' but until you are in that situation, your body and it's instincts will take over, and mine definitely did. I am not a sexual object, a piece of meat, I'm a human. I'm a woman minding my own business going to my car in the middle of the day.

This was even in the bright mid day of a Friday, with a couple of people walking in and out of shops. I would have been very scared if this happened in the evening in the dark. Terrified in-fact.

I was certainly not going to let myself get dis-respected in this way and say nothing. But okay, maybe did I give him the reaction he wanted? maybe. But in no way would I have ignored something like this. I'm the exact same for sticking up for my friends when on occasions they have been dis-respected when on nights out. It's just my natural instinct to protect my friends.

Goodness knows what traffic thought as I put my middle finger up walking down the high street, but oh well. I returned to my friend and explained what had just happened. It hit me and the shock of the event took over and I was breathing really fast, my heart was pumping. It's only when you stop you realise, adrenaline was pumping through me. This may be more of a common thing in big towns and cities. But this was nothing I had personally witnessed or even had done to myself before. Maybe I am a little reserved in little things like this, and I'm definitely not used to being treated or around things like that. As my friend put it jokingly 'you are too posh for this Sam, It happens all the time in London'
I took to twitter, that was once I had calmed down. Link to my tweets here and here
Just imagine if I had tweeted when I was still angry, just saying. 
I read on Tumblr occasions like this and just imagine how the woman feels. I am disgusted, absolutely disgusted. 

I also find it odd, how it's never the other way round. And no no no I will not be going to this 'not all men' because that is something completely different, something I could write 100 pages about. 
But the video below raises a point. You do not commonly see women act this way, wouldn't men find it odd, weird and un-comfortable? 

I felt pretty weird for the rest of the day. I just felt really disgusted and questionable about the whole situation. I was a little flustered and confused and tried to work out how in anybodies head this was justifiable. You definitely would not have done this if I was walking with my boyfriend, my dad or anyone else. Actually, maybe if you were that low you would. I went home and I got my long parker coat and drove to meet my boyfriend. I felt like I wanted to wrap and cover up so I wouldn't be subjected to any comments, what bloody world is this. First question? Sam why are you wearing a vest, sandals and a long coat when it's hot summer out here? yep, I kinda got catcalled darling.

Has this happened to you? how did you react, did you comment or ignore it? How do you feel about this whole subject? I would really love to know your opinions and experiences! 



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