Thursday 27 September 2012

My baby nightmare.



I gave birth to a small and beautiful baby girl. I dressed her in pink. She looked so soft. She was locked in my arms. My boyfriend and I gazed into her fresh eyes together. My baby girl then transformed into a kitten which pooed everywhere. Dream over. I hate nightmares. But at least my real baby didn't turn into a kitten. Conclusion: I want a baby.

Friday 31 August 2012

RECIPE: Pineapple crunch.



Until just recently I thought that eating pineapple rings with digestive biscuits was a popular pudding. But, as it turns out no one I know has indulged in this juicy-crunch-combo. It must have just been a Chessman household dessert that I ate lots of as a child. You should all try it. Especially you males. Pineapple has a miraculous effect on the taste of your sperm.

I've had salmonella for the past 3/4 weeks and it drags a heavy load of fatigue with it. So I've been ODing on sugar to prevent me from moping around feeling drained as hell. I may get sugar crashes, but for the short term effects it is worth it. We have even decided to decrease our evening meal portions so that I can make puddings or scoff out on chocolate. Earlier this evening, I couldn't be arsed to walk a couple of minutes up the road to the coop to buy some ingredients, so I raided the cupboard to see what sweet things I could put together. And I found these bad boys. Enjoy.

Sunday 26 August 2012

The Cure are magical.


I felt a shove to my back, my feet slipped and then my body slapped into the thick sludge. We then trawled back to our camp, where I thought it was completely fine to attempt to get inside my tent. Looking like a wet and wild bear, my boyfriend successfully banned me from entering anything more than the porch of our grown-up tent. We then tried to peel the mud-caked leggings and my brown painted-on coat off drunken me, as I persisted on stating that I hated his friend for pushing me and that my boyfriend must fancy one of our mates.

I'm relieved to know that in four hours time I won't be possessed by an irrational form of myself, face down, burbling drunken rambles. I'm happy lay under my blanket watching The Cure's set from Reading, singing lovey lyrics to myself, looking forward to Will getting home.

The dreary rain does has the advantage of beautifully setting the tone for the acoustics of The Cure, it would have been amazing to have been there. Just for this song. 

Thursday 23 August 2012

RECIPE: Blackberry & mixed spice cake.


For my boyfriend's mum's birthday we decided to bake a cake. As blackberries are nearly in peak season (September) it should be quite cheap to make if you live near some hedges.

Unfortunately, we were in a rush as usual so we didn't manage to take any photos, but please enjoy the pretty picture of the phat & juicy lookin blackberries.

It makes quite a lot of cake, probably 14 decent-fill-you-up servings.

Shopping list

2 cups of Plain Flour 2 teaspoons of Baking Powder
1/2 teaspoon of Salt

200g of Cream Cheese
1/2 cup of Butter and then melt it
2 cups of Sugar or 1 cup of Tate and Lyle brown sugar + stevia blend (half the calories)
2 large Eggs
2 teaspoons of Vanilla Extract
2 cups of Blackberries - if you're not scrumping (basically a pack from the shop)
3 tablesoons Sugar or 1.5 tablespoons of Tate and Lyle brown sugar + stevia blend
1.5 teaspoons of Mixed Spice


Method


Put the oven on 180°C or gas mark 4

With butter, grease up a large baking tray (33 x 23 x 5cm) we used a pyrex lasagne dish

In a small bowl sift the flour, baking powder and salt, leave this as you will need it in a bit.

Get a larger bowl and mix the melted butter & cream cheese together, until its all creamy.

NEXT, gradually add the 2 cups of sugar (or 1 cup of sugar + stevia blend)

In a cup, beat 2 eggs and then slowly add the eggs to the mixture (to stop curdling)

Slowly sift everything in the smaller bowl into the mixture and blend together.

Stir in the vanilla and then gently fold in the blackberries

Dollop and evenly spread the mixture into the greased tin

THEN, in a cup mix the 3 tablespoons of sugar (or 1.5 sugar + stevia blend) with the 1.5 teaspoons of mixed spice.

Lastly, sprinkle the sugar and mixed spice over the mix.

Bake for 50 minutes

Shove a knife into the centre and if it comes out clean, its all baked! if not, it may need a couple more minutes.

Leave to cool.


Cut into squares and either scoff it all  with family & friends or store in a tin.

Let me know how the recipes goes for you, everyone here seemed to love it!  

Friday 17 August 2012

In love with Marina and The Diamonds.


I thought it would be best to express my tantalizing obsession with Marina and The Diamonds.

Wednesday 18 July 2012

Home sweet home.


The past week I have had a long-awaited stay at my parents house and the time i've spent with my mum and dad has been lovely. We went out for dinner at a restaurant run by family friends to celebrate their 28th wedding anniversary, which is a bit out of the ordinary, I know, but fresh homemade Italian food and knowing my favourite apple dessert is on the menu, I couldn't really force them to spend the night alone, just the two of them.

Although I've been busy working the last 8 days at a kennels and cattery, I have spent my spare time playing with my mums chickens. She has recently opened her own business (Hollydene Hens) selling young hens to try and stop battery farming and to promote how cheap & easy it is to be self-sufficient. I have also been acting like a dog with my dog, and I can draw two conclusions: rolling around on the floor is so much fun, you should try it sometime, and humans should really start lying down more, it is so chilled. I also resorted to baking cupcakes as my craving for just one, gorgeous, superdooperly chocolate fudgey iced Fancie cupcake was too intense.


Since moving to Sheffield a couple of years ago for uni, I've really missed living in the countryside. Despite Sheffield being a green city, it can still get claustrophobic. 
The city gives you freedom to access train and coach travel to everywhere around the country, whereas you'll be lucky if a bus came through my home village once every two hours. But, city life doesn't give you real freedom. Knowing you can't just run out of the front door and not get seen, finding yourself wandering in random fields, singing (yawping) Grease songs and performing freaky dance moves with your best friend whilst your dogs are getting lost in corn fields is a well irritating fact. I guess you can just do all of that in the middle of town, but you would get discouraged by snobby looks from an indie cindie or get hassled by the Police for something. Way too much social paranoia in the world.
 

Saturday 7 July 2012

All moved in.


In the time I haven't posted, I have been busy finishing off my second year of uni, celebrating my birthday, getting lathered in mud at Download Festival, left stranded in London due to the un-organisation of an event company we was hoping to work for. And now somehow I have found myself balancing three part-time jobs in aid of funding the holiday I have been obsessing over since winter began.
Just of late, I moved out from living with my lovely friendy Tasha, into a lovely little flat with my boyfriend, and i'm absolutely in love with it. I have always romanced about having a vinyl wall and a wide selection of herbal teas, but I never thought I'd have one this soon.
Although I am dreading my last year, I am looking forward to parties on the patio with the girls, alotta doggy sleepovers and blogging lots about things that inspire.

Friday 3 February 2012

The Red Hot World Buffet.

We made our way from Sheffield to the Red Hot World Buffet in Manchester to celebrate Paul's 21st. We arrived at the restaurant with high expectations as we were told by many that the food was amazing. After an hour and a half of sitting around a table of 23, I can safely say that I most certainly stuck to my "diet". I raced to finish two enormous plates of food for mains, consisting mainly of Indian and Italian. And oh my god the wedges and creamy cauliflour were so good. I tried wasabi for the first time, which I wish I was warned beforehand of its hotness, as my nose set on fire. I strongly recommend it in small doses as it does tastes amazing - especially with potatoes and sushi, of course.
There was an array of desserts on offer, a couple of years ago I would have been in heaven, however, I think my sweet days are over. I wasted stomach space with two plates of dessert - I should have had more savoury. If you are lucky enough to visit the world buffet, make sure you try the lychee sorbet, so gorgeous and refreshing after a seem-bursting feast. After scoffing myself silly, my stomach felt as hard and looked as large as a beer belly belonging to a middle-aged gentleman - I should have took photos really, would have well suited the pregnancy prank that I will probably pull (again) on April's Fools. 
The night was drawn to an end as we had to take the last train back to Sheffield, there was no surprise as I fell asleep as soon as I sat down on it. I hope Paul had an awesome birthday, it was lovely seeing people without excess alcohol consumption, which is something that never seems to happen nowadays.


Tuesday 31 January 2012

Killer drum and bass at Bassment.


Last weekend we went on a road trip to Bangor to see my boyfriend and tom dj at Bassment. It was also Chloe's first ever set, so a lot of us made the effort to travel over for the weekend. aaand Unstoppable Duo and Haaayz killed it. 
We found ourselves doing a lot of weird dancing throughout the night, we ran from one side of the room to the other competing in an egg and spoon race, cut steak and nommed it. It was my plan to not get so drunk, but I still ended up being found rubbing my bum against the wall in the bar toilets and passing out really early in the night. I also thought it would be cool to pose for photos with my tongue out or mouth wide open. 
For saying Bangor is home to only a few clubs which close before 2, on face value it doesn't really boast a good night life. But, when Rascals have £2 double spirit + mixer drink deals, awesome music & a room full of great people, you can't really diss it. We ate pizzas and bought a gorgeous toffee cheesecake from Aldi. Food from Aldi is so lovely, why do people pay like triple the price for food in tesco? In the field of food, we stopped at services on the way home, I find it unfortunate to declare that veggie maccy dz are so yummy. 

 

Monday 23 January 2012

Get away, not away. London style.


"When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego, and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forests again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don't know ourselves.
Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper."
 -- D.H. Lawrence


Last weekend we travelled to London by Megabus, courtesy of my mum's Tesco Clubcard vouchers. The journey was really chilled and it was also the first place where I had the pleasure of trying my first ever Muller Corner with chocolate bits, as I would normally go for the fruit option. So now, my mind is left bozzled by the war of the Muller Corners, fruit vs chocolate bits? I need to decide. We drove through London in the dark, so our sightseeing was limited to the miles of international food shops, vegetable stores, off licenses and laundrettes. It is unreal how there are so many on one road.

As soon as we arrived in London I led Will to my favourite wedding cake shop, Peggy Porshen. For some reason they didn't have many wedding cakes in the windows, so I was quite disappointed. We got the tube to Bayswater and found our hotel. It was lovely but it didn't really look like the photos on the website we booked it from. We had a yummy supper of cuppa soups, dippy bread, tea and a muller corners for dessert. It was rather romantic.

We left the hotel and set off to the bar which Will had found for me. A drunk guy with a can asked me, "Where am I?", "Bayswater tube station" I replied, "Well I hate ya!" "oh right okay," I said, a bit shocked. He wished us a good night and carried on walking, how random.

We walked along Park Lane, an exclusive place with 2 bedroomed apartments worth £9million, they looked oh-so-amazing from the estate agent windows, but it is so crazy how someone actually has that amount of money to contemplate buying one of those properties. We saw lots of places where the affluent must hang out or live occasionally. I just don't really understand the whole 'rich' thing - how can it be fun? Instead of going out to enjoy yourself, you're going to a place where you have to restrict yourself by acting in a certain way to be accepted. All I can see it being good for is role play, but hey, I may be wrong, I will have to add it my to do list. We walked by Buckingham Palace, it doesn't really look good at night, to be honest it looks much better on television.

We wandered into Strand and found the road where CellarDoor was meant to be on. We asked a Rickshaw where the bar was and he pointed to what looked like another passage into a tube station. We walked down the steps, which led to an underground small mirrored room full of people. There was a pianist and a vocalist called Bouncy Hunter playing an intimate performance of their own renditions of, Smells Like Teen Spirit, Boots Are Made For Walkin', Sweet Child o' Mine, Born To Be Wild and Sex on Fire. We shared a cocktail called TNT it had absinthe in it and a Peroni and planned going on an Icelandic Cruise one day. To obviously go whale watching, not to stalk Bjork...

I needed a wee so I walked to the toilets which were located behind the mini stage. They were unisex & had a clear door until you turned the lock and then they turned opaque. I walked back to the bar to find Will talking to two guys about something. One of the guys was the poshest speaking scousers in existence, he talked about the toilets being 'Manhattan styled', and implied that he spent a lot of time in New York - oh la de da. I said, "as the toilets are unisex, what if a lady's drunk and forgets to lock the door and men get an eyeful? That wouldn't be good would it?" He gave me an odd look, arrogant bar steward, and said "I have never thought about that". He was middle-aged and not married, says a lot.

We watched the cocktails being made, they took a crazy amount of care when making the drinks, especially when serving whisky, a particular barman must have been stirring it and adding ice cubes for at least 10 minutes. A lady then stepped on to perform, where she danced around provocatively and took all of her clothes off, until she was left in pants and nipple tassels. It was rather entertaining, especially when a new group of people entered the bar, I hope they came in by curiosity so they thought, "what the hell is going on here?" It was small enough to be an orgy.


The next day we spent doing touristy things, visiting Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park, Marble Arch, The Mall, Buckingham Palace, Downing Street, London Eye & Big Ben. Buckingham Palace is a lot more fun during the day. We went to the Dazed and Confused Exhibition at Somerset House, it showcased a lot of weird fashion shoots, Kate Moss' tits, Bjork and lotsa arty stuff. It was awesome. We had peanut butter sandwiches by the Thames and then walked across Southbank. We chilled at the skatepark and watched bizarre dancing and double jointed shizzle - a guy folded himself into a silver bowl. Crazy. I also bought yet another book, i'll probably read it in about a year.
We chilled in a couple of sex shops and then ate in a vegetarian Thai and Chinese restaurant in Soho, where we had a couple of beers. We moved to a pub where we had a couple, then to a bar with blaring motown music, where I got chatting to a tattooist from Malaga which took us to a Rock Bar/Club by Centre Point. We was then introduced to a French gothy dentist who fitted vampire fangs. There was blaring metal and lots of crazy themed stuff which lined the walls. Madness. We ended up at another club called Crobar, where I found a guy urinating in the women's sink. Of course I took a picture of his willy and then laughed at him.

Our last day was spent in Camden, one of my favourite places. We played an awesome video game with guns and shot a load of people. We had coffee at a Moroccan cafe and caught up on some people watching. Cyberdog was awesome as ever, with dancers and a pole dancer downstairs in the sex shop bit. It was there I decided that my future bathroom is going to be decorated like a vampire murder scene. I am going to have a bloody bath mat, a shower curtain with dripping bloody hand prints and  blood bath shower gel. We bought a massive oversized vest top with a multicoloured trippy Buddha printed on it and a massive sheet covered in Elephant print for the lounge. We bought a vegetarian burrito and ate by Camden Lock on the mopeds. Will then bought a crepe and I guessed it's filling. Om nom, nutella and strawberries. Super yummy. We took a lovey photograph & then dashed to Victoria to get the bus home. Bye bye London.



Monday 2 January 2012

Happy New Year. Bye Bye 2011.


I spent new years with my gorgeous loving friends who had travelled from down south so that we can all spend time together in Sheffield. As last year we counted down to midnight on Brighton Beach, this year had a lot to live up to. We decided not to go out so we spent it at my boyfriend's house, we were non-stop hugging and chatting shizzle all night, it was lovely seeing a couple of my friend groups meeting & celebrating new year's together.

This time of year allows us to reflect on the year that has quickly been and gone. Apart from a few mistakes, my memories of 2011 are beautiful and hilarious. In particular, living with a guy who liked to get naked, drawing pictures and going on adventures to find some grass after nights out, staying up all night being absorbed by conversation and crappy telly, watching sunrise with a couple of beers and strawberries, pretending to have sex on a roundabout, my first meal out with a boyfriend, getting over my fear of toast and cereal, slicing my head on a toilet roll holder, becoming vegetarian, jumping in a private swimming pool and then getting chased by a nun, trying out ales in the peak district and making sandwiches in random places.

Out with the old and in with the new, this year I am going to write a diary, watch more films, bake more cakes, prevent my boyfriend from going hungry and I hope to see more things. I hope that 2012 is going to be the year of positivity and opportunity for everyone.


For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
- T.S Elliot