SAATCHI IN SUMMER TIME

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I woke up on Saturday, hangover-free. I know right.

So, feeling uncharacteristically fresh, I took a trip to The Saatchi in Sloane Square to make the most of the day. Situated right next to Duke of York Square (which has a great food market on at the moment), the gallery is set against a backdrop of hard-to-find greenery and old houses worth an absolute fortune. Inside is a completely different story. You’ll find Modern Art that is fresh, frequently a little bit naughty and you’ll end up spending hours in there despite its humble stature.

With no entrance fee, it’s worth checking out if you’re stuck for something to do on a rainy day in London.

Aside from The Met in New York, it’s my favourite gallery. I hope you like the shots from their most recent exhibitions.
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WORLD BOOK NIGHT COMPETITION

WBN_covers_with_logoI have applied to be a World Book Night giver every year since its birth back in 2011.

2015 was my year, it seems.

The aim of the event – which runs on the 23rd April – is to encourage people to read more. We have so many distractions these days that it’s very easy to forget that reading is actually just as fun (if not more so) than catching up on Made In Chelsea or checking your ex’s Instagram.

I have always loved books myself. Feeding my habit with anything I could lay my hands on and begging my dad to read me my favourites before bed as a child, it’s safe to say I was a book worm. However, much like many of you, a busy schedule means that I find it very easy to neglect one of my favourite past times.

But every time I actually bother to embark upon the next chapter of whatever I’m reading, I remind myself how great it is to visit famous faces, far off lands and fantastical story lines from the comfort of my own duvet. The sad fact is though, some non-readers just don’t know what they’re missing out on. So many of us weren’t encouraged to read as youngsters, stunting a life-long enjoyment of the sport and many, I believe, just simply haven’t found the sorts of books they enjoy yet. But that’s why World Book Night is here: to remind us that there are billions of stories still waiting to be read, to launch us out of our comforts zones into completely different times and places and to encourage us to indulge in one of the more simple pleasures in life. It’s something I feel very strongly about and I am lucky to be a part of the cause.

Out of 20 novels, I chose Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen to hand out. What I do with these 18 copies is entirely up to me. And I’ve decided that I’d like to give some to you. Although I plan to donate a few to shelters and a number to schools, I’ve reserved five copies for my readers as a thank you for coming back to read my posts time and time again.

All you have to do to be in with a chance of nabbing one of these limited edition novels is:

  1. Choose your favourite quote from any book and tell me why you love it so. (Please include the title of the book- I might want to add it to my list!)
  2. Don’t forget to include your name and email address so I can get hold of you if you’re a winner!
  3. I will choose my five favourites and get a copy sent out to you on the 23rd April.

And that’s it.

All I ask, is that when you’re done with your copy, you pass it on to someone else to enjoy- don’t just let it get dusty on your book shelf for years to come. That’s pointless. The aim is to spread a love of reading as a far as we can, so let’s see how far these books can reach.

Here’s my favourite quote for some inspiration:

 

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

 

18 copies are currently on their way to me right now… does one belong to you?

You have ten days to enter and find out. Wherever you are in the world.

Good luck!

The Football

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I love watching you sit, with bated breath, before the first match of the season. The hope, focus and optimism is something rarely applied to your own life, but for the benefit of your club and those eleven players on the pitch, your support is unrelenting, and so it should be.

Walking home on Tuesday night, I noticed a father and son, wrapped up and huddled in close outside M&S on this chilly October evening, chowing down on two baguettes bigger than the little boy’s face. This, to me, meant only one thing: Chelsea must be playing.

Although living this close to Stamford Bridge is a burden of busy burger joints on match days and growing accustomed to the bellowing of ticket touts, it’s not all bad. The buzz that surrounds the stampede trudging to the stadium in their heavy coats and chilly breaths brings back memories of watching my dad play and having to wait for my brother to finish training on a Monday where I’d sit patiently, watching Art Attack or playing with my Tamagotchi, of course.

People complain about the essence of football being lost to swanky stands and men in suits but, to me, there is still the guy who insists on drinking bovril, the hum of stale beer still resides and I continue to fight the desire to munch on one of those hot dogs that you shouldn’t even want to look at. The air is still full to the brim of chatter about scores, whether so and so will perform this season and a certainty that “this year will be our year”.

And it’s not all about going to watch every game. That Match of the Day theme tune reminds me of roast dinners gobbled in front of the TV for fear of missing that week’s goal highlights. It also reminds me of my deep rooted adoration of Gary Lineker which, somewhat inappropriately, began as a very young child and exists with great valour until this very day.

I have a dad and a brother who practically bleed blue, everyone I’ve ever dated has been into the game and so to have a boyfriend who hasn’t the slightest interest in it, worries me. Some of you are probably wondering why I wish for him to be a football fanatic, and yes, although it is wonderful for trips to Borough Market on a Saturday to not be completely replaced by Arsenal and Coco Pops, I want my kids to keep up this British pastime. I want them to wrap up, wear their colour with pride, sit alongside the toothless grins of seasoned football fans and cheer until their throats are roar, because there’s nothing quite like it.

Although it has to be said that footballers wages and our WAG culture infuriates me and the screeching that results from boys playing FIFA will ring through me until the end of time, I will say that it is worth it for the comradery, healthy competition and upkeep of a huge part of our British culture.

If you’ve never been to a game, try it out just once, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.