Cat Dancers is probably the strangest documentary I have ever seen in a lifetime of watching strange documentaries (Documentaries are my not-so secret fetish. I bloody love them, I really do.) I know it's probably a tad late to be jumping on the bandwagon as my housemate recommended it to me last year and I think it was originally released in 2008. But I had such high hopes on hearing what the plot line actually entailed of, I think I was actually scared of it not reaching up to my expectations and turning out to be crap. Happily, it ended up surpassing my wildest imaginings and was so worth the anticipation, especially as it features some amazing grainy original footage from the sixties and seventies. It was also surprisingly thought-provoking, particularly on the whole sexuality/ morality/ captive animals front. Totally addictive viewing - sequins, bare flesh, rumours of a ménage à trois and white tigers - what more could a girl ask for?

The First Post!

After several years of resistance, the voracious reading of other people’s posts and repeatedly being told to get a blog if I want to become a writer, I have surrendered to the guilty pleasure of self-indulgent blogging. Hello, reader! This is the first post and I have to admit, it is rather exciting. Sometimes all I want to do is talk for several hours about something completely geeky or fashionista-y, like MIA’s new video or, like, the height of heels this season. This will be your purpose, my darling bloggy-blog. You will take my train of thought and allow it to flow into several lines of pure, unadulterated and quality blabber, saving some poor unwitting friend from several minutes of confused rambling. Lucky blog!

So anyway today, which is a rather typically bleak Mancunian day, I am escaping the mono-colours outdoors by curling up in bed with my electric blanket, a large mug of Earl Grey and fantasies revolving around my Roberto Cavalli grey hammered silk dress awaiting me at home. (Thank YOU, www.theoutnet.com sale!) I have yet to meet my dress, what with my distrust of the postal service (I had it delivered home-home rather than university-home) but I have no doubt that it is going to be the start of something quite beautiful.




Darling, isn't she!