The quest for the best continues

The quest for the best continues.
Two articles on the way but thanks to ASDA, NatWest, National Rail and a lack of a good camera they are coming along quite slowly. Big sigh.

Being a vampire, like all writers, I could only observe a conversation earlier today. Two lovely ladies in their late teens accessorised with babies on their hips. One of them(dressed head to toe in pink velour Juicy Couture ripoff) was complaining that she is missing out in life because she has had a child. If we for a moment ignore the fact that 'Well darling, maybe you shouldn't have gotten pregnant at sixteen then' - isn't that always the case?
I was once told something along the lines of 'Kids are funny, they really are - but your life is never the same. You have to give up a lot of things.'
Of course you do, life isn't a win-win situation (yeah hear the wise teenager give lessons about life, pfff...). You always miss out because of your choices in life one way or the other.
Single girls want a boyfriend and whine about the neverending loneliness.
Taken girls whine about not going out as much with their girls anymore and "having fun" (i.e. getting pissed and trying to get laid by someone named Juan-Carlos).
Career women long for children, someone who will always unconditionally love you.
Mums complain about all the things they had to give up for their kids - starting with their bodies.

Gosh we women whine.
I don't know how you men
(and homesexual women, lets be politically correct here)
stand it.

Having said that:
When it comes down to my future self managing both a immensly successful career and three kids (two boys and a girl, I have too many boys' names to only have one of those) - I'm getting a househusband. No need for whinging and whining, just pure perfection.

Brilliant ideas regarding famous pervs

I just had an idea. Why don't we let Roman Polanski serve time in Poland? Snip, snip, and all the underaged models in the world would be safe forever...

Then I had another one. Why don't we fake a minor "sexual predator" charge against Silvio Berlusconi - in Poland? He would probably do a much better job if he stopped running in whatever direction his Little Silvio was pointing. No one could possibly disagree with that. At least not his ex wife.

Know a peadophile? Send him to Poland!

The Polish House of Commons has passed a law that will be the downfall of anyone who is caught fiddling with themselves around kids. The law, that was passed with almost full majority - woho!, states that anyone who is convicted of peadophilia, apart from serving a sentence, has to be nutured. Personally I find it, pardon my french, fucking brilliant. Finally someone has got some sense. I heard someone comparing it to the death penalty for murder and that it therefore was wrong and inhumane (of course this was a man feeling the pain of someone else getting their bits chopped off). Im sorry, but NO. Living without sex and being murdered for commiting murder is not the same thing.


My view has always been that if you cant use it right you deserve to have it sawed off with a blunt ice skate. Same goes for rapists btw.

Peace out munchkins...

Sources: Polskie Radio, through Swedish newspaper Aftonbladet

Welcome to THE SCANDILOUS LIFE

Yes this would be me. Sara Malm, aged 19, Swedish girl lost in London since last september and now on my way to uni to become a journo.

I find introduction rather silly since I’ve been blogging on and off since 2006, however only in my first language. The whole idea for an English blog came when I visited my future university course’s homepage and it seemed like everyone had one. Obviously there was no way I’d find myself beaten before I even started the course so here’s the result.
I needed to come up with a name for this rampage rant-page of mine and since I’m Scandinavian and I have a tendency to do rather scandalous things (or at least say them), it was a given. So again: welcome to The Scandilous Life.


Oh well, I'll keep it short…

I moved to London and England a year ago and I’ve been working as a cocktail bartender and waitress in Chelsea and Soho since November after taking a short course in bartending. I first applied to Oxford to study English but quickly realised that it wouldn’t be right for me. So after searching UCAS very thoroughly I found the one I thought was perfect. Kent University and the Centre for Journalism. Right now that is where I stand. One foot in London and the bar world that I love with all my heart and the other halfway through a move down to Kent to start uni in exactly eleven days. We’ll see how this one goes.

Anymore for anymore?


Just finished reading about the Sudanese journalist Lubna Hussein who refuses to pay up after being convicted of indecency for wearing trousers in public. She says she’d rather go to jail on principle. Also, she comments, it’s a chance for her as a journalist to “explore the conditions in jail." That’s my girl, fuck yeah.