The Elusive Gem Thieves

My first thoughts on reading that the police are closing in on the thieves that managed to conduct the UK’s biggest ever jewel theft, scarpering with £40m worth of gems, were not thoughts on the righteous prevalence of moral justice as one may imagine. Instead I shocked myself as my initial reaction was one of disappointment followed swiftly by a will of their evasion. I want them to get away with it. After discussing this with friends, I realised that I wasn’t alone. Many of us want them to get away with it.

Perhaps in the boredom of all the economic and political doom and gloom recently society secretly admires the bottle of these guys coupled with the meticulous planning that seems to have gone into the heist (prosthetic masks, brilliant!). Whilst they were probably shitting themselves, I imagine it to be quite glamorous, very Ocean’s 11.
Perhaps beneath those prosthetic masks lay the faces of Brad Pitt and Gorge Clooney. Maddox Pitt-Jolie definitely looks like he’d be comfortable driving a get away motor bike….

The Dress!

Ahhhhh, ASOS.com have the dress back in stock. My prayers have been answered! Please somebody buy me this for my birthday!

new addiction

Oh no. I found a new website full of lovely clothes. I want them all but especially this dress!

http://www.devoted2vintage.co.uk/women/Dress/05241/Vintage-1970s-chiffon-cocktail-dress.html

and this coat

http://www.devoted2vintage.co.uk/women/Coats/05080/1980s-Laura-Ashley-wool-swing-coat.html

http://www.devoted2vintage.co.uk/

The Uniform Project

I LOVE this blog! What an inspiration. 1 dress, 365 days, myriad of outfits. And all for charity.

http://www.theuniformproject.com/

An 'A' might as well be an 'F'

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/education/article6797738.ece#none

The insinuation that the rise in good grades is a result of labour 'dumbing down' exams is frankly insulting to those students who are currently opening their exam results nervously. I sincerely doubt any of these politicians even remember what that felt like.

Being 23 I can recall this feeling with ease. As one of the first generations to tackle the change from A levels to the AS/A2 level system I can honestly say that the jump in difficulty between GCSEs and A levels was one that even a freerunner may struggle with.

Has anyone considered that students aren't perhaps as stupid as everyone seems so quick to assume they are, and with the economy in the state it is in and unemployment on the rise students are actually trying harder to get the top grades to give them a fighting chance in the mess that is the UK at the moment?

Lets not forget that this isn't about Labour vs. The Conservatives. It is in fact about young adults who feel that their dreams and aspirations rely on what is written on those few bits of paper.

To take the success away from these students is de-motivational and unfair. Can you imagine telling your children that their good grades are not a result of hard work or determination but in fact a result of the government's game playing?

These people should hang their heads in shame.

Guy catches laptop with a difference!

How do you discover that you can do this?!

Do something differently

“Do something differently.” my boss said to me as we were discussing my objectives for the coming year. “I want you to think about what could be done differently and implement it. Ideas by next Friday.”

Ummm, right. Without a need for change it can be quite tricky to think of what needs to be done differently. There needs to be some catalyst, a reason, a problem to have a solution. By Wednesday I still hadn’t discovered what said catalyst/reason/problem was and had therefore thought of nothing creative and different to implement. Oh well, off to Chez Gay for dinner.

Wednesday, 9pm. My brain alive with the fizz from the champagne I had a brainwave. It was brilliant and my boss would definitely be impressed.

Thursday, 9am. My brain numb from the relentless pounding of last night’s champagne I slumped into my desk. It was gone.

Thursday, 9:30am. My brain strained from all the thinking I slowly type up my thoughts. Do something differently. Get drunk at work.