A post, by Amber: a gal who is so done with this aspect of 21st-century living. Take me back to the days of courtship, please. Now.

1. Talking. But basic talking about the weather and each other's lives. You're just friends at the moment, and when you say that, you're not even lying!

2. 'Talking'. So now you're... talking. Yep, you've reached the monumental stage two!

3. Tell your friends you're talking, talking. Stage two felt a little early, but this feels like a good time to drop this person's name into a suitable conversation.

4. You've probably had dinner together by now at least a few times. Not that you're dating or anything.

5. Tagging-each-other-in-memes talking. Wow, don't get too ahead of yourself, you're not possibly dating yet! You've just moved from the land of words to the land of GIFs and 'Type @X and the first name that pops up...'. Have fun, you crazy kids.

6. You're Face-Timing all the time, or each other's number 1 Snapchat best friend, so you know they're not 'talking', talking to anyone else, but you're *not in a relationship*. You know this because...

7. 'But you're together, right?' says the friend who is blissfully committed to their S/O (and knows it!). You die a little inside and decide you must have The Chat soon.

8. The Chat is a) a massive failure and you come away slightly reassured by the fact that the other member is not talking to anyone else, or married, but you're still not technically bells-and-whistles xfriend/xfriend. Or b), it's all quite chilled and you're now Exclusive.

9. At some point you go to an event or occasion where it is Simply Untrue for you to be 'just a friend' so you then reach the glorious, dignified status of 'someone I'm seeing'. As if that doesn't sound like they kind of hate you, but in a lowkey way, because god forbid there are actual feelings involved.

10. You've probably had sex, met each other's families and spent a holiday together but you're still just SEEING EACH OTHER. duh.

11. Maybe you'll get married soon, maybe you won't. Those are the delightful perks of not being *in a relationship*.


(But in all seriousness, this is probably v toxic, although many of us go through it. If you're looking to be with someone and they just aren't in that 'headspace' or 'the timing isn't right', put yourself first and evaluate if it's worth it <3)

I recently went down to London to catch up with friends and got to see Francesca, who had been *trying* to get me down in order that I could receive my birthday present (all the way from October!).

It turned out to be tickets to go and see Young Marx, a play that opened this autumn (actually on my birthday!) at the new Bridge Theatre, by the river. It was such a fab gift idea, as I love the theatre, comedies and a bit of Karl. It followed a fab day of eating nice foods, strolling around the Christmassy shops and markets (including John Lewis, where I spent rather a lot of money on a giant Ferrero Rocher as a gift) before she at last revealed where we were heading.

The Bridge Theatre itself is a brand new commercial theatre in London, and it has a beautiful and ambient foyer, that can be seen in the picture below. There was no time before the show to get a drink, but the box office was an open table that seemed friendly, and there was some lovely ice cream at the interval.


The play itself is a dramedy featuring a revolving stage, interchanging accents and a lot of climbing into cupboards. There were several jokes that made me giggle, and I did find it very enjoyable. In terms of a critique, I think I would give it 4 stars, as although there were many positives, some aspects were a little under-acted. I adored the set, the theatre itself, jokes and the play, although perhaps would have seen it tightened up a little dynamically, in order to maintain its wit.

Particularly this seemed to be noticeable at the point of the death of one of the main characters, who was grieved over for one scene, but Marx, in particular, didn't seem to be... sad for much time at all. My main problem is with this character, as his genius also seemed a little curtailed by the content crammed into the play, and although I loved parts such as his meeting with Darwin, it did appear a little underwhelming.

Rory Kinnear, as Marx, did show him to be a flawed character indeed, however: made all the more effective by the juxtaposition of the more restrained Jenny (Nancy Carroll) and Nym (Laura Elphinstone) - especially when they did unleash their justifiable anger.

Here's one of the most scintillating, beautiful and suspenseful stories you will ever hear, from the unlikeliest of sources: Pret a Manger's Lemon and Ginger Pure Pret Still.


First we have to accept the fact that this is the holy grail of non-alcoholic drinks. It is spicy, it is sweet, it is zesty. It comes at the low low price of £1.75 (semi-low) and is 500ml of utter gorgeousness - the only *slight* problem being that occasionally it leaks in my bag, spreading its radiant spice across all of my belongings.


How did I find this wondrous drink? It is a love story almost as exciting as my love for the Pret juice, where on a sunny London day (who am I kidding, it was overcast and a bit chilly and I was only wearing a skirt and short sleeved top) I was introduced to it at the Pret just off Leicester Square. I *almost* went for a still water and could have missed out, but the particular person I was with recommended it when I asked if it was nice, and thus the addiction was born.

The next exciting twist came when they decided our *thing* was no longer a *thing* and then I didn't know if the zesty drink would be too tragic to drink. Luckily I met up with Ana the following Sunday, and we decided to reappropriate the delightful lemony goodness together.


Update: I went to London this weekend and there were NO PRET JUICES. NONE. They'd been recalled apparently, I don't know and frankly don't care, because this was horrific and I couldn't deal with technicalities. I had to message the thus-far-anonymous enabler of my Pret habit with my shock, and they were equally horrified. I think it is back now though, have no fear, you can sleep easy in your bed tonight.

My review: ☆☆☆☆☆
Age rating: 15
Platform: Netflix
Number of episodes: 13

I watched the whole season in 2 days. Yes.

I loved loved loved season 3 of Unbreakable, especially after what I considered a weaker season 2. Featuring all my faves as well as some new ones (Daveed Diggs!!!), this is definitely worthy of 5 stars, as I will elaborate in a little bit.

Titus Lemonading was probably my favourite moment of the whole series: it was so hilarious, so on point and so appropriate for his character. I can't really pick out a least favourite moment of the whole series, although I thought that Duke was a little annoying, yet was ecstatic to see the phenomenal Josh Charles.

I thought the 'Dionne Warwick' cameo was EXCELLENT, but my favourite cameo was Tina Fey, who was excellent as always as Kimmy's alcoholic therapist. Favourite relationship definitely goes to Kimmy and Perry, although it was nice to see how nearly every main character had the perfect relationship arc.

Basically, without giving toooooo much away, I absolutely adored this season!

As usual, Klara writes in this font, and Amber writes in this!

Rating:

K: ☆☆☆☆
A:☆☆☆

Thanks must go to my friends for putting up with my political meme spam!

So I've decided to start a meme of the week post which will allow me to post a meme that has made me giggle once a week. This meme may be old or new but it will always be different. This week's meme is one I stumbled across on twitter, and I'd like to dedicate it to Amber who is in fact Queen of Rock. I hope you enjoy!