Suivez-moi: No heat curls

As an unrelated slightly related side note, can we just begin by agreeing the curlz is possibly one of the most annoying fonts EVER. 

It's right up there with comic sans.

Oh, how I detest (can anyone tell I had a French class today?) comic sans. 

It's the go-to font of old people that are trying to be down with the kids.

Anyway, now that my little font rant is over, let me share with you the secret of how to curl your hair without using any heat!

I promise, it will change your life.

I only learnt about it on Friday, and I've done it every day since. 

See, life changing.

Observe.

First off, you need hair clean hair that is probably about 85-90% dry.

(Side note, I also tried this with day old dry hair and it worked too, but not as well.)

Picture one is me with 90% dry hair (and no make-up!) in case you hadn't figured that one out.

Next, you need an elastic head band. Preferably a plain one.

Then you put the head band around your head in a 1920s flapper style.

Basically, that means put the thing straight across your forehead.

Then you take about an inch section of hair and wrap it once round your head band.

After you've done it once around, you add in a little extra hair and wrap it around again. 

Then you just keep going until all of your hair is wrapped around the band.

At this point (pictures 2&3) you feel like a mix between a legit 1920s flapper and Princess Leia, 

which is a pretty strange combination. 

You'll feel like wielding a lightsaber (with added sound effects of course) and simultaneously doing the charleston. 

Then you can either sleep on it or leave it for a few hours and give it a blast with a hair dryer.

Last, but obvious thing, you just need to pull the head band out, and voila.

Don't be alarmed if it first you have some serious 1970s flicks going on! 

Just brush through it with your fingers and twirl your hair into more defined curls.

And your done.

Varsity

Every year in Leeds, the two universities have a random day that is dedicated to competitive sports.

I know little to nothing of these things, but apparently it's the biggest student sporting event in England.

Sounds like a big deal, huh?

It was also apparently a big deal that I had got through right until my last year of university without ever having gone to the big varsity rugby match. 

So basically just to say that I'd done it (talk about peer pressure) I bought tickets for me & Ross and went with some of my Frenchies last night.

It was quite the experience.

Let me jump back in time to varsity night two years ago.

I lived in a student house right behind the rugby stadium and completely oblivious to the match decided to drive to a friend's house on the other side of the stadium.

I started my journey just as everyone was piling out of the stadium and onto the streets after the match has finished.

And when I say 'everyone', there were 10,000 students there that night, so the street was absolutely rammed.

10,000 students that were all feeling pretty merry and probably a little bit drunk.

So because I literally couldn't drive because the road was crammed with people, I locked my doors and just inched forward when I could.

Well, several people tried getting in the car with me, which was traumatic enough, but there was also one severely more traumatising occurrence that should have told me what to expect last night. 

I'd been sat on this street getting nowhere for about five minutes when a group of lads stopped literally an inch from the bonnet of my car.

One of the lads looked straight at me and then before I knew what was happening, whipped down his trousers, whipped out his...thing and then proceeded to do what I can only describe as a helicopter motion.

Vile.

So last night, I watched an hour and a half of rugby, which for me was an absolute first. 

I couldn't even tell you if it was rugby league or union. 

I do know what a conversion is now though, which honestly, I am so proud of.

Additional to the actual rugby, I also saw lots of people dressed up like Where's Wally, one of the Leeds Uni cheerleaders fall over in the middle of their routine, a fight in one of the other stands, one guy that stood next to me and sang "shoes off, if you love Leeds Met" who then took off his shoes and stood on the wet ground, one somersaulting streaker,  three other regular streakers (all of which ran around a bit and then got rugby tackled to the ground) and a guy about 10 meters from who weed into an empty cup on the floor and then threw his wee over one of his mates.
Again, vile.

Seriously, I could not make this stuff up.

But believe or not, despite all of those things, I actually had a pretty good time.
I won't ever go again though.

You're married? Say whaaaat!

Photos from 3Poppies Photography

Whenever I meet anyone new and they inevitably ask me to tell them about myself, I have a list of facts that I easily reel off.

A completely memorised speech that comes easily.

I'm Becky. (Obvious start!)

From Sheffield originally, but I moved to Leeds when I started university.

I'm going into the final year of my degree, where I'm training to be primary school teacher.

I also work part time as a nanny to two munchkins - a two year old boy and a five year old girl.

I love to read, write, cook, take photos and just in case your wondering, I'm a cancer.

Oh, and my husband's name is Ross.

I can pretty much guarantee the two questions that come next.

- What, your married?

- Wait a minute, how old did you say you were?

Yes, I'm 21 years old and I've already been hitched for a little over a year.

Normally, people don't know how to react to that.

Probably because they make some ridiculous assumptions about why I'm married. 

People think that either... 

1). I had to have a shotgun wedding,

2). I'm an immature person that thinks that I'm living in a fairytale, 

or 3). I don't care about having any life experiences.

None of which hold any kind of truth.

Is it not enough to just know that I'm in love?

Anyway, I find the last one the most ridiculous.

What? Just because I'm married it means that I don't want to go out and do anything?

Go and see things and visit cool places?

Have any interesting experiences?

Have any kind of fun at all?

Well, let me tell you.

I have plans.

I have places I want to go to, things I want to do, experiences that I want to have.

And I'm intent on making all my plans into reality.

And, I already have someone that I love will come along and do it all with me.

How lucky is that?

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.