York, UK

5 Free Things To Do In York

July 30, 2016

Goodramgate, York 
York is so beautiful. It's been voted one of the best places to live in the country, it's had hundreds of accolades in recent years about its cleanliness and hospitality, and I'm kinda proud to admit that I spend half of the year there (thanks A level grades). Like every other tourist filled city, it's hella expensive if you don't know what you're looking for - so here's some of my favourite places to go where you don't have to spend any pounds to have a great day.


1. National Railway Museum
Sneakily located down a side parade not far from the railway station, you can easily fit in a quick walk around the beautiful old vehicles at 1pm and still have time to make it back for the 13.41 train to Scarborough, as I've somehow learnt through months of commuting. It's not huge, but it's of such a size that you can wander around and not feel overwhelmed or bored, two things I usually find with huge museums. My personal favourite area of the building is where they keep all of the vintage posters and memorabilia signs (I even follow a vintage advertisement page on Linkedin, cringe) and it's always totally dead because everybody else is looking at TRAINS. Whereas I look at pictures of trains on a poster. Woo.

2. Goodramgate
If you're a local, you're probably shaking your head at me for even suggesting going down Goodramgate. Until six months ago, I probably wouldn't have cared to go down there either, to me it was just the street I walked through to get to the car park filled with charity shops and a Tesco Express. But once you start exploring, you realise it's one of the cutest streets in York, maybe because it's not overpopulated with DSLR wielding tourists. From Goodramgate, you get beautiful external views of the Minster without the crowds, two stairwells to the city walls, and Instagram worthy shots from some of the oldest buildings in the city. 

3. City Wall Walks
It seems like walking round the city walls is a rite of passage for every York student, with our course lecturers even forcing us to follow clues around the city, passing by every key sight in the city (yes, I'm talking about you, Salt n Pepper). I wore heels that day and it was horrible, pls don't be like me and wear sensible shoes as you partake in miles and miles of walking :) :) :) 

4. York Festivals
Every month of the year brings another festival to the city centre, bringing the area which once held the only meeting point of 14 year olds (rest in peace, beautiful fountain) to life once more. This month hosted the Great Yorkshire Fringe, where national performers gathered on stages across town to bring laughter to the masses, towards Christmas there are hella beautiful markets filled with trinkets and a guy who somehow pedals on his bike and makes bedroom signs while doing it? So cool :) 

5. Explore Museum Gardens + Surrounding Area
I've clumped a whole part of town into one bullet point - Museum Gardens is one of the nicest places to be on a warm summers day, especially when there's a breeze from the river. A river walk is lovely too if that's your kinda thing, but if not the York Library is a white walled building of fabulousness for nerds like me :) :) :) (also visit kings manor even though it's my little secret hideaway)

Be a tourist and don't be afraid to do the cheap stuff, have fun gals x

Unedited Speech On Blogging

July 17, 2016


~ an unedited speech from my dictaphone, 17.7.16 ~

I never really know what to say at the moment on the internet, mostly because every time I load the Blogger front page I see the stats, or I get on to the actual writing page and I look, and I stare, but it just feels horrible and I don't know what to say. 

But I do know what I want to proclaim to the world and it's all running around in my head but I don't know how to express it in a way maybe I would one year ago today. And that absolutely disgusts me. I'm disgusted in myself for letting something that could have become so magical slide, for letting something that could have been my career end up as a hobby that you shove on your CV one day to make it look like you've got something better to say. 

Like, I say I'm a blogger, but I truly don't think I am. I'd say I'm a blogg-ah, like the AH emphasis kind of people who are like 'oh ma god I blog all the time!?!?!!!' when in reality they do absolutely nothing. The kind of people who are total dicks about themselves and the industry. And this is the kind of thing I write down in a journal of mine, hidden away in Microsoft Office where words come so freely; yet the second I try and import it into a blog post, everything just goes belly up and I feel absolutely horrible. 

I feel like a failure today. I feel like I can't even say what I'm saying now without the knowledge that it doesn't have to go online if I really don't want it to. I feel my words aren't articulate enough anymore; I feel like I'm writing as if I am retaking GCSE English, in a place where I have to make my words sound more grown up than I really am. 

I feel like a fifteen year old again.

And the only thing that stops me feeling like this is listening to stupid soundtracks, of films that hold special meaning. This in itself is a weird combination, bearing in mind that four years ago I probably couldn't even have named ten films that existed in my universe. Yet as I listen to the soft tones of the Joy soundtrack playing behind me, I feel something pouring throughout my veins into free speech, as I record this on a dictaphone. All because I'm too scared to write it on a bright orange Blogger.com page. 

Maybe blogging isn't for me. Today I found out my url had expired and I hadn't even noticed, and I've also found out some other things about blogging in the past week that have put me off creativity forever- but then I spent five pounds on a magazine the other day, dedicating itself to the written art of online creators. And it cost me five pounds. Who the hell pays five pounds for a magazine!? But I did. And it was rather fabulous.

There must be something inside me that wants to blog, I just can't seem to find the way to, this feeling just can't find its way out.

So I'm going to leave it here, my unfiltered ramble about my personal experiences (or lack of experience) on the blogging industry.

~~ I'd like to tell my mum that I'm not weird enough to talk to myself alone in my bedroom for seven consecutive minutes yet, I was talking to the internet. ~~

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110% Fabulous Music #1

July 14, 2016

1/100: 14/7/16
Even though 70% of the music I listen to on a daily basis is classed by my Mother as 'depressing as heck;' I still love every song on this playlist and that's why it's 110% fabulous. In the past two weeks, I've discovered Youtube channels that focus solely on creating rhythms that I can use to journal to, where my creative thoughts come to life at the touch of a play button, yet I've also found beautiful stage school renditions of my favourite musicals (Legally Blonde anybody?) which I'm super psyched to play in the car as I prepare myself for yet another day at work. Here's the records that have made me smile recently.
  • Can't Feel My Superbass || Dodie, Andie, Orla
  • Into You || Lucy Moon
  • Cheap Thrills || Sia
  • Levels || Fleur East
  • Tears || Clean Bandit, Louisa Johnson
  • I Did It, Mama || Alexandra Stan
  • What You Want || Laura Bell Bundy
  • Happy (At Nylon) || Marina and the Diamonds
  • Final Medley || Over The Rainbow*
  • *the whole season of this show is fabulous
You can view the playlist here: playlist 

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