Watching the people get lairy

It's not very pretty I tell thee.

The Kaiser Cheifs were pretty much on the money when they predicted a riot.

Honestly.

I can not believe the disarray in my beautiful England right now.

Riots, looting, fires, fighting, general disrespect.

It makes me sick.

How can people think that its ok to set fire to cars, houses, business', police stations and all manner of other things?

Seriously?

Who told them that its alright to smash the windows of every shop they see and just help themselves to whatever they find inside?

They complain that its because the government is crap and they have no money for stuff, but how can they not see that their actions are destroying the livelihood of others?

And since when was stuff the most important thing anyway?

It's not a case of Robin Hood syndrome.

You know, taking from the rich and giving to the poor, all in the name of justice and fairness.

It's the selfless and the brainless taking from the hard working and giving to themselves. 

There's nothing just of fair about these peoples actions at all.

I am a proud Englishwoman.

England is my beautiful, green, hilly home.

It breaks my heart to see people senselessly, heartlessly and brainlessly trashing it, 

and it makes me ashamed to say that the people that are doing it are English too.

Rant.Over.

Summer?

British summers are famous for being...

how can I put it...

poor, disappointing, pants, rubbish, crap...

Choose any of the above, they are all adequate and accurate descriptions.

But even more certain than our let down summers are the conversations that surround them.

Us Brits can quite often be an awkward nation, so when we get stuck during a conversation, we talk about the weather.

"It's meant to be a heatwave this summer."

"Yeah, I hear it's going to be the hottest since records began."

"Finally, a proper BBQ summer."

Then inevitably the heatwave never comes, the BBQ's never happen and the temperatures aren't even worth recording.

So then we turn into a nation of moaners.

"What happened to this heatwave that we were meant to have?"

"There's absolutely no chance of having a BBQ. It'd definitely rain. Or at least be cloudy."

And once the moaning starts, it never stops. 

Even if we have nice weather. 

In fact, especially if we have nice weather!

One optimistic soul will say...

"Nice weather we're having at the minute."

"Ohhh, no it's too hot."

"No, this is sticky weather, it's not nice heat."

"But it's not hot like abroad hot, this is muggy."

"It's too humid. My clothes are sticking to me. It's making me sweaty."

Well, I say make the most of this kinda sunny weather we're having right now, because before you know, it'll be snowing and we'll complaining about the cold.

L for Love (and Lincoln)

If anyone was to ask me where I would love to visit, and they mean anywhere, I would probably say somewhere like Mexico, or Brazil, or Paris or Venice.

Basically, I'm pretty certain that I would not say anywhere in England.

Probably not even anywhere in the UK.

And I was thinking about that fact the other day, and I realised just how ridiculous that was.

England is awesome.

Sure, it rains a lot, but that's why it's so lusciously green everywhere. 

To say that I've lived on this little island all my life, there's a lot of England that I've never been to.

Big cities, small villages and all the green in between.

So I'm going to show England a little bit more love, because blimey, this little country I call home is spiffing.

(I felt that seeing as I getting all patriotic up in here, I needed to throw in a couple of very English words.)

So, I went to Lincoln a few weekends ago.

I'd never been before, so I jumped on the idea as soon as it was mentioned

And honestly, it's beautiful.

The cathedral. Wow.

I'm pretty sure they filmed some of the Harry Potter films there and you can see it from twenty five miles away. (So I'm told.)

There are also lots of hills, some cobbled streets and one of those places were you put you feet in a tank and the fish nibble your feet. (That was another first for the weekend.)

There were people giving out free hugs, some randomers on stilts and more randomers dressed as snails, fruit stalls that were selling two melons for 60p and an awesome vintage shop...amongst other things.

Really, apart from my brief sulk when Ross put ketchup all over our chips (not a fan by the way) it was a lovely, lovely day.

K.I.S.S.I.N.G

Wills & Kate

Sitting in a tree

K.I.S.S.I.N.G

First comes love

Then comes marriage

Then comes riding in a Royal carriage.

Source

Da da da dum.

Da da da dum.

That's a wedding march in case you can't tell.

I think it's obvious, but whatever.

Today was the day. 

You know, the day that the whole country, probably the whole world has been waiting for.

It did not disappoint. 

 I even cried a little bit. 

(Don't judge, I'm a proud Brit)

I watched it full of pride and a little bit of jealousy.

I wish that I had thought of having trumpets and a choir of preteen angel voice boys at my wedding.

They were crazybomb awesome.

Her dress. Beautiful. And I mean beautiful.

I think her vail was my favourite thing actually.
No actually, it was the lace.
No, the vail.
The lace.
The vail.
The lace.
Definitely the lace.

And apparently she did her own make-up.

That makes me admire her 

(when I say admire, I possibly mean want to be her)

even more than already do. 

Now please excuse me, I have a street party to attend.