Ipswich is home

Arrived in Ipswich yesterday after travelling for eight and a half hours!! (should have been five!!!) Thankyou N.R.S (National Rail Services)!! N-NOT R-Really S-Sufficient/Satisfactory. Never been so stressed from travelling!! Sat on a train for an hour and a half at Liverpool St, waiting to hear whether or not we were ever going to go anywhere... May I remind you of the luggage I was carrying - One HUGE ARSE Zebra skin suitcase, I'm talking HUGE, My laptop case & laptop, rather heavy, and my handbag.. top it off with a fur coat!
Eventually I get thrown onto a "replacement" train to Ipswich, packed to the brim with all sort o' folk, all just as angry and fed up as me... but they didn't have HUGE SUITCASES!! And haden't tackled all the closed tube underground thingys that I had, I'm sure!!

I arrive in Ipswich at half two, having had got on a train in Plymouth at 6:30am!!!!

Goodbye Stress, Hello Cress.
I sit at the station and wait to be "collected." He phones me and I tell him not to rush, I'm fine waiting...... so he runs!!

Welcomed to Ipswich once again by a bearded man in skinny jeans, this time a little sweatier.

We got back to his home (my home...) and exchange presents; Oh JHEEEEESSSSSSSSAAASS!! Forget all the other lovely things he got me (shnood, bath things, BUTTON FRIDGE MAGNETS, AN OWL PURSE!! and cute soaps) HE GOT ME THE BEST THING EVER - A F**KING OWL THAT LIGHTS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

See how amazing it is!!? Now imagine what it's like in real life, it's incredible!!!! What a hoot.
Seriously I cannot explain how much I love him (the owl, not Chris!!!)

And after present giving was done and entertaining Joseph (Chris' 6yrold brother) It was time to drink!! AND DRINK WE DID>>>>>>>>> One bottle of red wine, few shots of vodka, and a pint later, I WAS rather wasted. Had a good time pre-drinking with Chris' mates, "jamming", drinking and pubbing it, but didn't manage to make it out to any clubs after the pub, oopsy daisy..

Nevermind, had today to recover - a long hot bath, films, and bed!!!! Now waiting on food..

BLOG OVER & OUT xx

A Duck's Life: Timetable our stories

A Duck's Life: Timetable our stories: Well, today I told Mr.Flu to stay away so I could enjoy the company of my long-lost Plymothian friends!! Four months since I saw them last a...

A Duck's Life: Goodbye Plymouth, hello happinesssssss!!

A Duck's Life: Goodbye Plymouth, hello happinesssssss!!: It's been fourteen days since I sat on my student bed, in my student flat, in my student accommodation in my new hometown - Southend. Fourt...

Goodbye Plymouth, hello happinesssssss!!

It's been fourteen days since I sat on my student bed, in my student flat, in my student accommodation in my new hometown - Southend. Fourteen days of not being home, fourteen days of being in s**t Plymouth.

Well, tomorrow I have a 6:30 train to London, from London I go to Ipswich to stay with ChrisGOPHER for a few days and then back to London for NYE with my beautiful Ellie Tanner!

Although I've loved seeing my family and have had an extremely lovely Christmas, I've got serious student withdrawal symptons. I'm craving noise, beer pong, crude student talk, my flat mates, long, tiring, sweaty days, wearing blacks every day of the week, being skint and Southend.

Also being back in Plymouth has only reassured me futher how small and ugly it is. It's grey, wet and full of foul-mouthed, Plymouthians. I have to say I'm quite grateful of being ill and stuck at home for the majority of my stay as the few times I ventured into the "heart" of Plymouth, I actually found myself feeling worse. I was reminded by several Plymouthians how rude and dumb this town is. The people are narrow-minded and ignorant. I'm quite sure they believe that there is nothing beyond Plymouth, perhaps just blank space.. or more towns just like Plymouth. I'm also quite ready to say that they are perfectly happy to just do the same, day in, day out, in the same place for the rest of their lives. Poor things.  You are the company you keep... Thankfully, none of these people are my company.  Call me a snob but.. they're just the dirt of civilisation. Excluding of course - my family, my friends and my horse.

So, I have my tickets.. and I cannot wait to get away from this town.
Goodbye Plymouth, hello happiness.

Goes without saying that I'll miss my parents and friends... Well, I just said it didn't I?

Riding dirty

Today I woke up at 6am in expectation of riding/walking my horse on the moors. It's cold, wet, dark and early... I pull my leggings over my goose bump-covered legs. My woolly hat over my little cold ears and a lumberjack shirt over my still half-asleep torso. Still, expecting my horse to be rideable.

Well HORSE!! You really let me down! If you weren't so bloody beautiful I'd have to hit you.
My horse, George, ended up being lame..very lame... which means I wasn't able to ride, we weren't even able to talk him for a walk. He walked out of his stable limping! I could easily believe he was faking it! Drama queen.

so.... instead of having a lovely walk on the moors as the sun rose I had to clean out his shitty stable, soak his hay, brush his muddy body and make his bed!! While he stood outside watching me. Fluffy bugger.

If I don't get to ride before I go back to Southend I shall be very disheartened.

As I waited for my mother to take him to his field, I went all OCD on his bed and it ended up looking like this....

Like I said, OCD. Pointless I know, as he will have only walked into it tonight and kicked it about.
Sleep tight fluffly four hooves.

Timetable our stories

Well, today I told Mr.Flu to stay away so I could enjoy the company of my long-lost Plymothian friends!! Four months since I saw them last and it doesn't feel like I've ever been away! Apart from the fact we're all bursting with stories of our new lives!

Again, I found myself laughing like I only could with them!

Roman, my beautiful (queer) best friend couldn't have given me a better hug!
Plymouth may suck ass but they make it worth it.

Took a trip to Starbucks, indulged in a cappuccino, frapp and lemon & poppy seed muffin! FAT.

and then....

Nando's!!

"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Fierce is beautiful

I'm a big admirer of fierce women. Women who don't rely on men. Women who don't tend to men's needs.

I'm no feminist. I just enjoy seeing females who know exactly what they're doing and won't let anyone stop them! Fearless, fierce, beautiful women.

Modern day fierce women - Jessie J. Pink. Rihanna (well, in her songs anyway.) Beyonce (Queen.) Angelina Jolie (when she acts.) Lady Gaga, of course. Lily Allen.

Today, for some reason I'm all over Rihanna's videos. There's a lot to be said about these women as performers. I honestly believe they clear a path for strong girls everywhere, giving them a chance and belief that they can be strong too, and that the opinion of a small minded man makes no difference. Rihanna, you just keep that fierce face of yours away from Chris Brown and we'll keep following you.

R&R

I've been back in Plymouth for three days and all I want to do is get out of the house, see my friendlingtons and ride my horse....

Instead I have flu. How utterly rubbish. I believe it's been waiting to surface but hasn't had the chance until now because I've been working so hard at school!!

I also believe I'm ill because I'm missing certain people who have been around me for the past three months, cough cough Ellie Tanner, cough cough.... I'm sure she'd make me feel better by making me a cup of tea and sitting me down to watch 'Secret Diary of a Call Girl'.

I guess, without her, I'll have to make do with a tray of fruit and multi-vitamins (which by the way taste awful.) Come on body, it's time to get better now!!

It's not all gloom and sorrow away from Southend

I may not have Chris' 'sleep playlist' tonight but I have got a whole Mumford & Sons playlist ready for me on Youtube... Awake my Soul Marcus!

One last 'Southend shout out'.

My final night in 'Sarfend' last night was a brilliant ending to a term - I had my mother down for two days and we went to watch 'Puss in Boots' at the cinema, which was absolutely hilarious. Auditorium full of kids who failed to grasp the adult humour in the film, but nevertheless they chuckled at Puss and his boots, which admittedly are rather amusing. After the cinema I slipped into The Townhouse for a cheeky three pints of Fosters and a few games of pool with Chris, who won't admit being beaten but... he was. Feeling sorry for Chris, I gave him his Christmas present, which I believe he liked quite a bit. 'Tis the season and all that.

So sad to drive away from Southend...

I miss it.. but will be back on 2nd January 2012 to hit Southend hard. Second Freshers week? I think so... Prepare yourself kidneys.

Big shout out to Ellie Tanner, Lucy Bishop and Roisin Linton who will be greatly missed over this festive period.

The only song I need to send me to slumber land.

A short, sweet briefing for ya'll.

September 27th I say "farewell and fuck off" to Plymouth and "Hello" to what will be my home for three years - Sarfend (Southend-on-sea)..

From that date I have experienced way a 'Freshers week', dear Lord, what a week.. Sorry kidneys.
More importantly I have had three beautiful months at East 15 Acting School. To write about them would do them such injustice, my words aren't good enough, not even nearly. All I will say is I have met some of the most inspirational people; teachers and students. Wowza!! I feel completely in my element and at the same time I feel way out of my depth.

Metaphorically - I'm a small fish in a fucking huge fish bowl, luckily I'm sharing that water with thirteen other small fish.

I've never sweated so much in my life. My feet have never been in such a bad state. My legs have never bruised so badly. My muscles have never ached like this, and never have I craved sleep and rest so much in my life. But the biggest crave after all that shit is to keep sweating, to keep pulling muscles and keep aching.

The saddest thing is how fast it has all gone. Just when I had started feeling physically very strong, we break up for Christmas on the 9th December!! I WANT MORE!!