Friday, 9 October 2015


Agh boys, Culture Night. One of the best nights out that Belfast has to offer, but unfortunately it only happens once a year..
This year I spent majority of my soaking up culture-ness watching magicians and sharing a glass or two in annies, and busting some questionable moves - but my favourite part of the night was attending the gig // installation put on by the wonderful Katie Richardson (or Goldie Fawn to some!)

Beauty Parlour was set up in the Assembly rooms as a part of 'To Be Beautiful'. It had the likes of Shauna Tohill (REWS), Stephen Macartney, and Goldie Fawn herself playing beautiful sets all through the evening. The room was filled with mirrors and the walls were covered in words from frail, fat and ugly, to beautiful, confident and strong. There was a selfie station and an interactive wall where participants were given the opportunity to answer the big aul question of 'WHAT IS BEAUTY?'. Aside from all of the positive self-image exploration that went down, the performance of To Be Beautiful (a song written in response to how the media portrays beauty and the effects that this has upon people's self-esteem and body-images), along with a dance-performance from Off the Rails Dance, was an incredible moment of the night. It was uncomfortable to watch the dance but was definitely the last push home and demanded an  emotional response from those who understood the experience. But I think that anyone who participated, left feeling more confident in themselves; and that's a big job for one lady to concur, but she did!

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Saturday, 3 October 2015




It is the end of my second full week of university and I really am starting to build a great practice for myself. One of my biggest fears for returning was the idea of being thrown in at the deep end after two years away, and plummeting into the pits of despair.

Now, I could lie and say errythangs been hunky dory, because I would love to give off that idea, and more than anything I would love to believe it. But truth is, it has been a real tough week.
I have had a few panic attacks just within the last 7 days, and anxiety has been pretty off the charts when it came to sitting down in a room filled with people for lectures - but despite all of this, I am determined to not let it get me down - or worst still, stop me from achieving the grades I want. I had to take a day off and spend it in bed, hiding away and feeling really sorry for myself, but I'm learning to not see that as failure. Yes, getting out of bed and going into class would have definitely been a success, but I think there are definitely times when we all just need to take a step back and bury ourselves with cushions and have a big ol' weep to get all the nasty out of our systems. The main thing is that we are able to pick ourselves up, shake it off and approach life again with a fresh level head.

And I did it.

I caught up on the work I had missed and I created some fresh work using tools and equipment I was frankly terrified of. I went to lectures and I chatted with new friends. It feels great to know that I could of let things get on top of me, I could of let work pile up and I could of not bothered with going this week, but instead I just went for it!

Anyway, there's a very rough looking blog for my practice HERE - not much on there yet (obviously), but if you are interested at all, or just a bit nosey, I'll be hanging out there too.

Sunday, 27 September 2015



Since the dawn of time families have gathered together on a Sunday to feast on the dead carcass of various animals and share a summary of the week, giggle about ol' times and maybe even go a wee dander to work off the food babies.
Things change but the importance of a good feed on the Sabbath remains. Now a good few years on from good clean family living, my Chummies and I have moved on from settling for cheese and beans on toast to put the hangover to bed, and are stepping up to the oven. Naught better than a few roasties that you put the time and tender loving into to bring your pals together. 

It seems that my circle of friends have all immigrated to the Ormeau road area and it suits us just fine. Ice cream on tap, handy wee shop or two to grab a feed, some of the best coffee shops Belfast has to offer and a beautiful big park to boost those endorphins after the hangover blues hit. We are lucky enough to have a fab big 'hang house' - it's like the flat from Friends but a lot bigger, with more alcohol consumption and apple products galore. We all accumulate here before nights out, and after, for TV days, movie marathons and dinner time. Sunday's are the best though. Everyone seems to be free from the stress of work, and the good times roll. But then again, Monday is tomorrow..

Friday, 25 September 2015



A few weeks back, the lovely bunch from Filthy McNastys invited me and my chummies down for a few drinks in Filthy Chic (their cocktail bar), and of course how could a girl say no, so we pottered down to celebrate my boyfriend's birthday.
To be honest it was to be an intimate date night between Declan and I, but the whole clan ended up coming for a feed and a night's craic. Despite the numbers of us turning up, (more than anticipated) Matt, our lovely bar man, and the other staff catered for us all. 
We had a whole array of different cocktails and treats, from some sort of gin concoction in big share bottles, to a build your own daiquiri (or build your own DECKuiri, as we called it..hoho..), with pots of popcorn on the side.

I'm not usually one for a midweek drink but it was a great night spent with good pals, nice surroundings and a fab playlist. I have already visited Filthy's since, but will definitely be heading to #FilthyChic for future celebrations!

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