The day of love

I am an sucker for love. Romance, fairy tale endings... I brought it all.

Unlike my ideals, my luck for Valentines is not one to boast.

I have been yes, dumped on Valentines day, dumped the week before valentines day, had a girly day with an  ex best friend and cooked dinner for an ex boyfriend - which was horrific because I'm as far away from chef as it gets. More like a microwave goddess.

But I'm saying fuck you to the past and hello to the future. Although this Valentines day, I'll be serving couples at work who will ravish in each other over a candlelit dinner. Brill.

What is valentines anyway? An over priced day to buy a rose that's already half dead. "Thanks sweet heart, I love ya!"

The hope of finding someone to sweep me off my feet and buy me some moldy chocolates I'm never going to eat is out the window. 

Neigh Guys

This horse meat shenanigans is definitely not something to joke about. What I want to know is how this meat has managed to slip through to stores without anyone questioning or finding out it's source.

Although it is not illegal to eat horse meat and famous chefs have even cooked it publicly. What us Brits have been out raged about is the false advertisements of beef.

Horses are also considered to masses to be house hold pets, which people love and care for. This makes the false advertisement even more unethical.

In recent events they have revealed that school children and hospital patients could have been among whom have consumed the horse meat product.

Where did this meat come from may I hear you ask, the Sun news paper reveals that it was from french meat supplier.

What makes this situation even more dangerous is the fact that the false advertisement could have triggered an allergic reaction that could have ended in a wrong diagnosise or worse.

My prediction is that we will be finding a lot more products in the up and coming months that reveal that the ingredients are necessarily what they seem. But whats next, no sugar in sweets?

Although suplimented meat hasn't been shown again in the news, an tesco shopper found an tooth in the finest British pork and chive sausages.


They do say you are what you eat...

My first semester at university

University is something that everyone deems as the best experience of your life. If I'm totally honest I thought it was an over exaggeration that would lead to bitter disappointment.

Lets start from the beginning university was definitely not something which I thought I would ever get to. I remember vividly how my cooking teacher deemed me to forever be a failure and never get anywhere in my life. My witty response was I would marry a rich man.

Once I passed my GCSE's and got into sixth form I still would never have dreamt that university would be my career path. Day's before I came I still had cold feet. I questioned whether I would like my course, my flat mates and being 4 hours drive away from my family.

Although I am the worst speller and am terrible at grammar and even resorted to buying a book to assist me. This last semester made me realised that however cliched this comment is, I want to live and breathe the dream.  

The party life one hundred percent just increased the university experience, my first day. Flat party. Little bore. I saw a man down vodka and still stand and I thought fuck is this what I'm going to end up doing.

The moments where you are with people that you have made whether it's a hangover tea or a trip to Shirley for a splash story.  You know you that have made friends for life.

I am deemed mummy Lil, for looking after my flat best mate on a night out. I might as well be for Charli and Hannah as they never ever know where our lectures are. Without be they wouldn't turn up half the time. Although secretly I am the most disorganised person ever. Just ask my mother, or come in my room it's definitely closer.

Magazine Journalism and Feature Writing (hons), has been so incredible that I just couldn't explain it. From guest lecturers out of our eyeballs, to wanting to gauge out my eyeballs from the assignments.
 I had no idea how to write a news story, a blog and link it. I had no idea what consist of a feature. I would struggle with how they came up the the ideas. Most of all it has made me grow in confidence to know that it's okay not to know it. That I will get better and I will get to where I want if I work for it.