Stay in school kids

On the train back to London and the Gatwick Express drives past covered in advertising for Emirates Air.
Chav 1: "Oh, is that the Arsenal train?"
Chav 2: *reads* Take the train to... China. I did'n know you could take the train to China?"
Chav 1: "Yeah, you can take the train everywhere, like, you can take the train to Germany now."

may inbreeding make them extinct

And they say romance is dead

"You've lost weight. Here *points* and here, and here *points more*.

I think you looked better before."

Guys, I've struck gold...

My Career - a quite possible future

My professional progress...

22 years old: Newly graduated from the CfJ. Probably slaving away at a daily doing the night shift. Commenting fiercly on life in my blog whining about society, bars, boyfriends and woman issues ehilst smoking a few cigarettes and drinking coffee.

25+: Writing feature and life stories for the Independent and/or mags. Writing comment pieces (for The Independent) where I analyze important issues such as society, bars, boyfriends, and woman-whyamialwayshungoveratworkandwhyiseveryonearoundmegettingengaged-issues whilst smoking 10 cigarettes a day drinking 2 gallons of coffee.

30+: Editor of a womans lifestyle magazine, whining in my editor's column about high heel bunions, society, bars, married life, and woman-ohmygodwhyismybiologicalclocktickingsofuckingloudly-issues whilst smoking a pack of ciggies a day and drinking nothing but triple espresso's.

35+: Probably editor of Mama magazine or similar, whining in my editor's column about my child birth experiences, how I never go out anymore, how all the famous hunks all of a sudden are younger than me and in particular constantly emphasizing how amazing I am to be a working mother in a way which makes it sound like no one has never done it before whilst drinking herbal tea and kiwi smoothies and quietly cursing quitting smoking and coffee.

40 and onwards: Editor of The Independent. Nirvana is reached.

Hrm

"So, what did your boyfriend get you for Valentine's?"

"Three grams of coke and a bottle of Champagne."

How a such simple thing as a boy can change an attitude

Sara 0-19 years: I HATE VALENTINE'S DAY! Fekkin American commercial crap! Awful!

Sara 19,5 years: I love Valentine's Day!

Welcome tragedies and disasters!

Wow, this is shaping up to be a pretty shit day. It all started at 06:55 with no clean black tights. Moving on, all trains down to Gillingham were severly delayed or cancelled due to half-an-inch of snow in south-east Kent. Joy. 45 minutes late to uni, where I realised that I have a radio news day tomorrow, which will make me 3 hours late for work, which will piss off my boss and my team, which will result in a pretty bad start to my weekend. After spending almost an hour after class trying to make my borrowed camera kit work I was finally off towards the train station. Not only do I see the train leave the station - I was left on the platform for almost one hour due to the further delays and locistical skills of the penismunchers at Southestern Rail Services. Finally I get home to be informed that Alexander McQueen has taken his life AND that there are no potatoes left.

I need a drink.

Why Am I Not Allowed To Say I Want Kids?

When the phrase 'I want kids', or variations of it, comes out of my mouth it is mostly followed by reactions of 'You can't say that, you're only nineteen!' and 'Yeah, sure, you say that now!'
Just because I am a nineteen year old student (and not a nineteen year old chavvie without a future) people assume that my greatest joys in life is downing pints of snakebite and making PotNoodles. Not really. They also assume that simply because I want them I am aiming for pregnancy ASAP. No way.
It is the wish you are not supposed to have before 25. It is the phrase not supposed to be uttered before you are 30. Sigh. People...

P.S. Dear Boyfriend. There is no reason to be alarmed. You're safe for at least another six-seven years minimum... D.S.