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#oneaday 45: Van Halentine’s day

14 Feb

I don’t hate Valentine’s day, nor do I hold it in any particular regard. I’m sure every expression of ‘it’s kind of alright but I’m indifferent to it and anyway me and my significant other don’t need one day to show how we feel’ has been done to death (I can hear Twitter creaking under the weight of 140 character missives and virtual shrugs about said subject), so I won’t join the throngs of folk saying the same thing. I did receive certain, shall we say, LOVE NOTES* in the post this morning, but I don’t need to talk about that here.

What I will say, though, is this:

JUMP.

van halentine's day valentine van halen someeecards

*An actual tax rebate from the actual tax man for £71! Big Society is BRILLIANT! Free money for all!

#oneaday 37: relocation, relocation, relocation

6 Feb

My ex-boss has recently moved to Hong Kong. I was just looking through her photos on Facebook and I’ve started to get that itchy-footed feeling that tends to creep in after months of winter darkness and being cooped up inside. It’s got me daydreaming about where I might like to live one day on shores afar. Hopefully when I go I’ll be carrying the Marc Jacobs/Louis Vuitton luggage from the Darjeeling Limited. Hopefully.

louis vuitton marc jacobs darjeeling limited luggage travel

Those of you who know me well will know that I’ve moved house a lot. 12 times in the last 10 years to be precise (eek, I never really counted until now, that’s a lot of moving) and I’ve never really found a place that I’ve felt really settled. I love my home-home where I grew up, but like the three little pigs, you have to grow up and move on. I’ve been in Leeds for five years now and I love where I live, I adore my job and have no plans to make a move in the near future, it’s always nice to dream about what I might do if money or logistics weren’t an issue. I love being close enough to home to visit my family and to be able to drive and see friends without too much trouble, but I can’t help but wonder what it might be like to live in another country. One day.

So, here are my top destinations of places I’d like to live:
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#oneaday 31: Gemma Critchley’s day off

31 Jan

I had today off work as a holiday day. As luck would have it, I seem to have contracted some hideous cold/sore throat type thing and so spent much of the morning lying in bed. However, at around midday I decided that enough was enough, and I did what always makes me feel better, however sorry for myself I may be feeling. I put on a pretty dress and did my makeup and headed to do some charity shop shopping.

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#oneaday 25: Dedicated

25 Jan

Saw this today, it struck a chord. Think it’s time for a digital detox! #oneaday excluded, natch.

stare at the monitor all day fuck yeah helvetica

Dedicated to wonderful folk for being wonderful.

The Saturday Guardian on a Wednesday

12 Jan

The Saturday Guardian has been one of the things I look forward to the most for the past five or so years. I bought the paper on Saturday and I’ve only just got round to reading it properly, but it stirred up some memories and I thought I’d share them.

Guardian weekend saturday guardian news paper supplements

Saturday morning memories on a Wednesday…

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#oneaday 10 – The best a man can get

10 Jan

Working in advertising has given me a different view on certain things that I used to take as read in my previous client-side roles (she says, for all of the 56 days of her advertising career). I mean this in a completely positive way – I now have a way of seeing things from both sides and I think this will help a lot over the coming months as I get stuck into my new (ish) job.

There are always a lot of jokes about advertising and people who work in the industry, like this from one of my favourite web comics, Toothpaste For Dinner:

toothpaste for dinner advertising marketing

There have also been a few decent books and films born out of advertising, and one of them happens to be the book that I’m reading at the moment…

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#oneaday 4 – a right royal wedding souvenir

4 Jan

So, sticking to my schedule (and failing to stick to the gym regime) that I set myself yesterday, today’s one a day post is all about Design.

it's nice that design

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Fabulous festivities

27 Dec

Here’s wishing that Christmas brought you everything you wanted.

Not just in terms of gifts (although these are clearly amazing) but also in terms of happiness, serenity, wellbeing, perspective, all the things that we’re sometimes too busy whizzing around to notice/get/appreciate for the other 364 days of the year. I feel really calm, calmer and more relaxed than I have done in months and I think it’s because of having such a lovely Christmas. This Christmas has been really laid-back, not too lairy and generally wonderful and lovely. I’ve spent some real QT with la familia, met up with old and new friends on Christmas eve and had a lovely afternoon today exchanging presents with the chap.

I’m planning to do a full run-down of my top 10s of the year (music/games/books/etc.) and will probably pen this mid week, so stay tuned. In the meantime, have some photos…

Critchmas tree

Critchmas tree

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Jaunts west to Liverpool: well boss

28 Oct

Tomorrow morning, I’m being whisked away to the city of Liverpool for a lovely night away with my lovely fella.

I’m very excited about this for a number of reasons. Firstly, we’re going to get all cultural and visit the Tate for some art action. Secondly, we’re staying in what looks like a fab hotel on the Albert Dock. Thirdly, we’re going to disco dance into the night to the sounds of Danger, an electro type producer off of France. Should be cracking. I won’t talk too much about it now as I imagine I’ll be back here shortly regaling you with tales of my trip, so I’ll tell you the other reasons I’m looking forward to visiting Merseyside: ace memories.

Liverpool is one of those cities that you just get a really good feeling for as soon as you step off the coach/train/ferry/pit pony/whatever. There are a couple of reasons why I think this is. Firstly, it seems to have a lot more space than a lot of other cities that I’ve visited. The first time I went to Liverpool, as a Fresher back in the early noughties, I was visiting with Rock Soc (yes, I’m that cool) on a trip to Liverpool’s ROCK CLUB, the Krazyhouse. I remember getting off the bus and being really surprised that I felt like I was at the seaside. The air in Liverpool felt exhilarating. Okay, so I know I’m not the most blessed person when it comes to geographical knowledge, but I did know that Liverpool was near the sea. But I didn’t expect it to have that big, open sky, whilsting wind feel of some of the more remote northern beaches that I’ve visited. I think it’s because that free, open feeling contrasted really well with the sprawling city behind me. The city itself feels like it has a lot of heart and, excuse the rhyme, art in it. I don’t mean galleries. I mean that it just feels like it generates a lot of creativity. And, even though I’m not the world’s biggest fan of The Beatles, you can’t help but see how they (amongst countless others, I know) felt inspired by the city.

Lots of sky, lots of water

Lots of sky, lots of water

I’ve seen the city from the other side of the water and it’s equally as exciting. The fact that there’s an underground tunnel UNDER THE RIVER freaks me out quite a lot (I’ve never been on the Eurostar, can you tell?) but the view from the wirral of the city at night is just lush. I was once lucky enough to venture to an old maritime defence castle type thing – Fort Perch Rock-  on the banks of the Mersey to take part in a club night called Nautical. Even though it absolutely binned down with rain and we had to squeeze about sixteen people into a Corsa to get back to Liscard to go to someone’s parents’ house and drink their Amaretto, it was a brilliant night and once again, left me with a lasting and positive image of the area.

A fair few of my favourite friends hail from Scouseville or thereabouts and they’re all jolly decent, so I seem to have an in-built predisposition towards folk from the Wirral and the ‘Pool which may explain why I feel so at home there.

I’m very much looking forward to our jaunt west and hope the reports I bring back with me are as glowing as ever. There’s lots more that I want to see, for example, Port Sunlight sounds boss. I don’t know where the city gets its other, more negative rep from…

Sorry, couldn't resist.

Sorry, couldn't resist.

Calm, as they say, down.

This green and pleasant land that I call home

11 Oct

Yesterday was a glorious day.

You’ll probably know this if you’re reading from anywhere in the UK, as by all accounts, it was lovely everywhere.  In a (rare) fit of motivation (probably still drunk from X Factor madness), I managed to drag my chap away from the X Box which was no mean feat, I assure you; and headed out into the vast lushness of the Yorkshire countryside that surrounds the suburb of Leeds that we live in.

For those of you who don’t know, we moved house recently, to a leafy, green and all round pleasant area of Leeds – yes, I was shocked to find Leeds had such areas too – and I absolutely love it. I was chatting to my friend about this shift in gears from my city centre (ish) flat in the very heart of urbanity to this suburban leafy paradise, a million miles away (well, about six, actually) from the hustle and bustle of city life that I professed to love.

Say no to towns, kids

Say no to towns, kids

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