My brother is better than yours.

Look at this picture. JUST LOOK AT IT. My brother rocks.

Tuesday Morning Hilarity.

Finally got time to post about this. It'll be short and sweet.


On Tuesday morning, Dana and I were still on a massive high after the wonderfulness that occurred on Sunday (see my previous post) and we were rather a bit giddy all morning.

Dana suggested that we go on Jim Lockey & the Solemn Sun's website.

So we did.

Dana then suggested that we clicked on the "Photos" heading.

So we did.

We were casually scrolling through the pictures when BOOM.

Christopher, what is your face?!

^This happened.

Good lord, I haven't laughed so much in such a very long time.

WE ACTUALLY CRIED. AND WE HAD STOMACH ACHE FROM LAUGHING SO MUCH. 



So we printed out three copies of the photo.

Dana tweeted Mia that we had a surprise present for her.

It was so funny watching Mia try and guess what the present was.

Eventually, when the suspense was killing us too much, we showed Mia her photo.

She found it equally as hilarious.

Now, Mia will put it up on her wall so that she can have a little giggle whenever she feels like it.

Dana and I have taken the "keep it somewhere in your school bag and show it to each other by going 'hey Dana, hey Dana, hey Dana...' and then pulling a Chris face" approach. (obviously Dana goes 'hey Hayley' etc. because she wouldn't say that to herself; she's not quite that weird.)


Just thought that I would take the time to inform you of the wondrous things that occur when Dana and I are in a giddy mood.

"Did you enjoy the gig?"

If you didn't already know, I went to see Frank Turner again on Sunday. (Twice in a fortnight; crikey!)

AND OH MY GOD THERE AREN'T ENOUGH WORDS TO DESCRIBE WHAT HAPPENED.

I'll go in order...

Firstly, we got there super early and were about ten people back in the queue. HELL YES. That meant that we got right to the front when we went in. We were about five feet away from the stage. GAH.

We got to see Jim Lockey & the Solemn Sun again. They're incredible. They're definitely my new favourite band. They're so so so good. They're real music. None of this crappy chart stuff. Go listen to these guys; they're the real deal. Needless to say, there was a lot of squealing on mine and Dana's part. We bloody love them. Wish that the gig on their solo tour wasn't at an 18+ venue though. (I think that they should let me in anyway; it's only two days before my birthday...) BUT ANYWAY. JL&tSS were brilliant, AGAIN. I wished that they didn't have to leave the stage. Me and Dana were sad. Oh so very sad.

Tim Barry came on afterwards. He's great too. He's quite an angsty man. I like an angsty singer. Me and Dana sang along to the words that we knew from before, and also counted the number of times that Tim said "y'all". It reached 11. "Y'all" sounds so great in his American accent. We also spied Frank sat on the steps at the side of the stage having a sneaky listen. Tim then told us about how he rides trains back home; just freely hops from one to another. I'd love to do that one day. Not know where you're going to end up; just enjoying the ride. I bet it's a real eye-opener.

SO. After Tim was finished, the tension started mounting. FRANK WAS UP NEXT.

Me and Dana squealed when he came on stage. And clapped. And wooed. It was totally different to the gig in Nottingham.

The next however long it was (Hour? Two hours? I don't know, my head was too full of awesomeness to keep track of the time) was incredible. I've never felt more alive than when I was singing along and jumping up and down and screaming and clapping. The atmosphere was incredible. I felt like I was a whole new person, and that nothing else mattered to me in the world but Frank and his music. That feeling will never leave me.

THEN. When it was over (BOO ;_;) we were awkwardly trying to find the way out (almost began to queue for the Cloakroom, whoops), we spied Jim Lockey & the Solemn Sun hanging around by the merch stall and all of a sudden we were like "GUYS, SHOULD WE GET A PICTURE WITH THEM?!?!". So we did. Mine turned out a bit blurry, and as Dana later pointed out, Bass Player Phil was poking his finger in Drum Player Simon's ear. It's bloody fabulous. I could have cried at the pure hilarity. Mia's photo came out less blurry, and there was no finger-pokage in this one. Both photos are equally as brilliant. So thanks Jim, Chris, Phil, Simon and Roadie (we think that your name is Ryan?).

After photos with JL&tSS, we went outside and we were like "AHHHHAAHAHA THAT WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOD AND WE GOT A PICTURE WITH JIM LOCKEY AGH" and then we saw a crowd of people waiting outside some door. It suddenly hit us; they might be waiting for Frank. AND THEY WERE. So we did too.

And then so many indescribable things happened; I'm still questioning whether or not it actually all did happen. I'm still in shock, even now. It just hasn't sunk in yet.

I HAD MY PICTURE TAKEN WITH FRANK TURNER. AND HE SIGNED MY TICKET WITH MY NAME AND THEN HIS SIGNATURE. AND HE HUGGED ME.

I think that my life is now complete. Frank Turner hugged me. All further arguments shall be deemed null and void.

I still can't believe that it actually happened. Even the pictures don't seem to be enough proof to me; it could be some horrendously constructed plot to Photoshop my dream into reality. That would be awful.

But anyway. I should probably refer to the title of this post. "Did you enjoy the gig?", Frank Turner asked me, as he was signing my ticket. I, being in such a state of shock that I thought that my lungs were going give out, panicked of course. In my head I was instantaneously creating all of these elaborate responses, but all I could manage to say was "Uhhhuhhmmm, yes?! It was amazing!" very quietly. Smooth. Meet your idol and you come out with a lame-ass answer like that. But Frank didn't seem to mind. He must be used to this sort of occurrence. So, I asked for a photo, and he was like "Yes, of course!", so I had my photo with him, and then he smiled and hugged me. FRANK TURNER HUGGED ME. I really can't get over this fact.

After we'd all had photos and got signatures and things, we all said thank you and had to go back to the car to go home. I say "go" very loosely; there was a lot of squealing and running and several exclamations of "OH MY GOD!" going on. I'm pretty sure that Frank heard us and laughed. Oh well; he'll probably remember us forever now.

On the way home, me and Dana were like AHSDKSHFJSHDLFJAHDKFJSH and there was much "OH MY GOD DANA" and "OH MY GOD HAYLEY" to be heard. Mia was joining in too. Rosie hardly said a word the whole way home. Shock affects people in different ways, guys.

So that was what happened on Sunday.

Now, when I explain to people and they look at me nonchalantly I'm like "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND". Because they genuinely don't. Frank is my favourite person in the whole world; he's brilliant, inspirational and an all-round fantastic musician. And after meeting him, I know that he's so nice and kind too. Although I really don't think that he realises just how great he is. I don't think that he expects squealing fangirls. I don't that think he realises how much he and his music mean to people like me. I would definitely not be who or where I am today if I hadn't had this man in my life. He's helped me through so much. I know that that sounds far too sentimental to be written down, but it's the complete and honest truth.

So enough of the soppy for now. I also would like to disclose that fact that one day, I WILL get a tattoo of Frank's logo, and I WILL get some of his lyrics tattooed. The only problem is, as me and Dana discovered in Psychology on Monday afternoon whilst listening to Frank, THERE ARE FAR TOO MANY BLOODY FANTASTICALLY BRILLIANT LYRICS. Seriously, there is at least one line that sticks out to you in EVERY SINGLE SONG. So this might be a lot harder than was originally anticipated. ARGH. I think that if Frank wasn't a singer, he should have become a poet. His lyrics are a million times better poetry than some of the drivel that I've read.

So, I think that I've just about got everything off my chest. It feels even more incredible seeing all of this written down. I'm literally beaming whilst typing this. THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU FRANK. Thank you for being such an amazing individual.

The Importance of Being Inspired.

Last night I went to the theatre. I LOVE going to the theatre. IT'S BRILLIANT. I love watching people act rather than always being the one on stage. It's such a breath of fresh air. Refreshing, if you will.

ANYWAY.

I went to the theatre to see The Importance of Being Earnest. AND IT WAS BLOODY FABULOUS. I was thoroughly impressed. What a fantastic piece of theatre.

I studied The Picture of Dorian Gray last year in English Lit. and I loved it so much. I found Oscar Wilde to be such an incredibly interesting character and to have such a unique writing style. I love Victorian Literature; it's fascinating. So when I saw The Importance of Being Earnest playing nearby, I knew that I just HAD to go. So I told my friend Mia about, and it was set.

THANK THE LORD THAT I SAW THIS PLAY ADVERTISED. AND THANK THE LORD THAT WE GOT TICKETS. I PROBABLY WOULD HAVE CRIED UNCONTROLLABLY IF WE HADN'T.

But we did. So it's all good.
Anyway. I should stop rambling and get more to the point.

I thought that the entire performance was simply marvellous. I could not have taken my eyes from the stage even if I'd wanted to. Transfixed is an accurate description. I was utterly captivated; that's when you know that it's a good piece of drama. No amount of words can adequately describe what I felt about the performance, so I should probably just go into more detail about the particular aspects which really stood out to me.

1) Every single one of the actors was INCREDIBLE. Utterly flawless performances.
2) The costumes, THE COSTUMES. They were so incredible. I felt like I was sat in the 19th Century. Bloody fabulous.
3) The chairs. Oh my goodness me, I wanted to take them all home with me; they were beautiful.
4) The set was wonderful. Simple yet very, VERY effective.
5) The lighting was excellent. It was perfect in each act; it didn't take anything away from the performance. I hate it when people go all crazy with the lights.
6) IT WAS HILARIOUS. ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS. I didn't think that I would laugh so much. But it was just so funny!
7) This isn't really anything to do with the performance, but the actors did a post-show talk in the bar which was lovely. I didn't ask a question; although I probably should have done. What a silly Drama student I am. But I just went all quiet and the actors had to leave because they had to travel to their next theatre. BUT, the lovely Ashley Cook (playing Algernon Moncrieff [brilliant name I must say, I wish that could be my name too]) came over to talk to Mia at the end. Mia, like me, does not often bode well in awkward situations. Although, me being a Drama student, I should probably have more confidence. But I don't. I think that my confidence comes out on stage rather than in real life. Which kind of sucks. But anyway. Mia is a little more shy than me; she may or may not have gotten a little bit of a panic rash going on. So, Ashley came over and was so lovely to us, and asked Mia what her question was. She asked about context in the play and its relationship with The Picture of Dorian Gray, and she then asked how you get the confidence to speak in front of people, let alone perform on stage.

This was a pearl of wisdom from my dear companion. Such a brilliant question. Because I have always been inquisitive myself. It's weird that I take Drama as an A Level, and have been studying it for over six years, and yet the thought of standing in front of a room full of people and talking to them fills me with dread. I'm actually starting to feel a little bit nervous just thinking about it. I really don't understand myself. I think that there's this invisible barrier between my acting/confidence/performance skills in Drama and then those very same skills in other areas. ENGLISH PRESENTATIONS. GOOD LORD. They're horrendous. I hate doing them. I hate that I'm not at all confident in front of people that I've grown up with for years. So you can just imagine me in front of strangers.

I've always thought that this is because of the fact that, in Drama, the performance isn't me; I'm an actor playing a character. But in other subjects I get so nervous because it's my own work, and I'm me. Mostly I'm always terrified that my work will be wrong, or won't make sense, or that I don't explain it properly. I always get panicky and my heart races and my hands start shaking. Then when I talk, I stand looking at the floor or at my notes. ROOKIE MISTAKES, HAYLEY. DID YOU NOT PAY ANY ATTENTION TO ANYTHING IN DRAMA OVER ALL OF THESE YEARS?! You don't look at the floor. You don't look at your notes. You make eye contact with your audience and you project your voice. I do that in Drama, why can't I do it at other times?!

Okay, so I kind of went off on a bit of a tangent there. Back to the main point. I never told you Ashley's answer to Mia's question. He said that you just have to not care what anyone else thinks. And you know what? He's so right. Maybe that's really why I get so nervous when I'm not in Drama; in Drama I don't care. It's my interpretation of the character and I can do whatever I want with my performance. But in other situations, I always care. I always worry about what others think. And I probably shouldn't. If I have the confidence in what I'm saying, then it'll be great.

Still, I don't think that this will happen easily. Or quickly, for that matter.

But one day, I will stand up in front of a room full of people, not be nervous, and will put my heart and soul into every single word I say. I WILL.


So thank you, Ashley, for your inspirational take on things. I'm eternally grateful.

If you've got my back I'll go on.

This Sunday night will go down in history as THE GREATEST NIGHT EVER IN MY LIFE, OKAY?!?

For those of you who aren't already aware, I went to see Frank Turner. For those of you who are aware, I DON'T CARE, YOU CAN KNOW AGAIN.

I should probably stop using capitals now. You guys might get scared that I'm angry. BUT DON'T FEAR; I'M NOT ANGRY. I'M JUST VERY EXCITED TO TELL YOU ABOUT THE WONDROUS EVENTS THAT OCCURRED.

For starters, I was excited because I'd never been to Rock City before. Let me say; I will definitely be going there again in the future. It's a bloody fantastic venue. Especially considering the view that we got from the balcony. Brilliant I tell you, BRILLIANT.

We got there quite early (blasting out some Frank on the way there of course) and so we were quite near the front of the queue. ALTHOUGH IT WAS FREEZING. But me and Dana soon distracted ourselves by spying through the windows of the tour bus... But then they shut the curtains, which made us sad (imagine us pulling super-duper sad faces. That's how sad we were). However, we had a little giggle at the man that appeared to have gotten stuck in the door. Sorry Man In The Door.

THEN, Mia gave us our tickets, which made us happy. My ticket is very pretty. It has sparkly letters on it. I shall keep it forever and ever. It's pretty cool.

So eventually we went in (WOO) and the ticket man took my ticket stub and then a big scary man looked in my bag. Now, I'm the sort of person that panics in a situation like this. Even though I had nothing to panic about; I had my camera and my house keys in there. Hardly volatile substances... But anyway. Then we went inside and the room was starting to fill up, and so we went up to the balcony and secured the prime spot. It was great. Although the floor was VERY sticky. I think that I remember Dana comparing it to quicksand...

After much anticipation, Jim Lockey & the Solemn Sun came on stage. And my word, they were FABULOUS. Me and Dana were dancing along so much! I felt as though I'd heard them a million times before; they were so catchy! (I listened to them on Spotify for like an hour earlier. THEY'RE SO GOOD) Please check them out!

After JL&tSS, it was Tim Barry. He was from AMEEERICAAA. (please read that in a Southern American accent.) He was good; he said "y'all" quite a lot and sang some very real songs about life. Then he told us to challenge ourselves more often. You know, I think that he makes a really good point.

Then when Tim was finished it all got a bit tense... FRANK WAS NEXT.

9:30 came. It was the moment of truth. The following two hours passed so quickly. They really didn't seem to last that long. I wish it could have gone on forever. And ever and ever and ever and ever.

First and foremost, he started with If Ever I Stray. My second favourite song. My favourite was saved until last... But more on that later. ANYWAY. He sang If Ever I Stray really slowly to start with, just him on his own with his guitar, and then the pace picked up at the chorus and The Sleeping Souls came on and it all just went BOOM. Not literally like something exploding, but the bass and the drums just vibrated your whole body. It was amazing. I love that feeling; there's really nothing else like it. Then I don't really remember the rest vividly. It's all just a cumulative ball of Frank-ness. BUT A BLOODY FABULOUS ONE NEVERTHELESS. I really didn't want it to end. I sang along to every word (my throat was very sore by the end of the night. I was very surprised to wake up Monday morning with a voice...) and I clapped and shouted and danced and screamed a lot too. It was amazing. There really aren't enough words to adequately describe it.

So when it got to the end of the set, everyone went off stage and nobody quite knew what to do. So we all clapped for an encore. One of those claps that starts off really slowly and gets quicker and quicker until there's just loads of noise.

SO THEN THEY CAME BACK ON STAGE AND SANG PHOTOSYNTHESIS. MY FAVOURITE SONG. IT WAS SPECTACULAR. And he sang Dan's Song too, which made me feel as though the whole crowd had been transformed into this one big happy family who loved being in each other's company. Nothing else mattered but Frank and his music. That was a pretty special moment.

So, in summary, I had the most brilliant time. It will never be forgotten. I recorded the end on my camera, so now whenever I'm feeling down I can just sit and watch it and relive the magic. IT WAS DEFINITELY MAGIC.

I really don't know what else to say now. Other than GO SEE FRANK TURNER LIVE BECAUSE HE IS AMAZING.

P.S. I have realised that I have used the word "amazing" rather excessively in this blog post. I would apologise, but it's really such a fantastic adjective. It's amazing.

Hot Chocolate and Explosions.

This time last night, I was at a bonfire. It was brilliant. I do love a good set of fireworks. My little cousin loved it too. Despite all of us complaining that we had cold fingers, cold feet, or cold toes; we all had a great time. I feel like sharing the photos I took with you guys. Although they're not that brilliant; it's hard to get the timing right for photos of fireworks. As soon as you press the screen, they've already exploded and the next ones are about to. It was annoying.

The one on the left was the bonfire when we first got there. I thought it looked so pretty.

The one on the right was awesome. It looked so cool when it left red smoke everywhere.

The ones below were amazing. They made the sky look like a nebula.

 

The one above was my favourite. It looks and sounds a lot like popcorn. It was great. 

 These ones were fantastic. It's just a shame that the photos can't show how big they were.

I think this is my favourite photo. I love how you can see the moon and how everyone can just be united in awe for that half an hour.



It was a lovely night I got to spend with my family. I got to watch my cousin have the time of her life on the rides, drink hot chocolate, eat candy floss and have an all-round wonderful time! Brilliant!

Pumpkins, Knives and Geoffrey Chaucer.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Hope you've all had a spook-tacular day ;)

I thought I should tell you about my pumpkin, which I carved last night. Despite its simplicity, it took me ages. I'm pretty proud of it. I think it looks great. However, I wasn't happy about using a sharp knife. I'm not the most coordinated of people, and so I almost ended up with a missing left thumb and a few severed fingers by the time I was finished. I don't like knives. They're just too pointy for their own good.

Also, today, myself and Mia decided that when we have kids, we will both name our first-born children Theophrastus. (if you've ever studied Geoffrey Chaucer's Wife of Bath, then you'll know the anti-feminist I'm talking about. If you haven't... well, it's probably for the best)

Chocolate and Benedict Cumberbatch.

I forgot to post about this yesterday. (apologies to Mia and Giorgina)

Yesterday, Monday, it was an inset day. I went over to Mia's house (I seem to be spending more and more time there nowadays... I should just move in) and spent the afternoon. Only just though; I NEARLY MISSED THE BUS. I haven't panicked that much in a while. But I did catch it *phew*, so it was all good. But then, I had such a socially awkward moment; I could have just crawled into a hole right there and then. The bus was pretty full, and a sweet little old lady got on the bus and sat next to me. She smiled at me and I smiled back, and then she went to me "Oh, I love your hair!" to which I responded with "Thanks... I grew it myself."

I swear, I am literally Chandler from Friends. I make awkward jokes in awkward situations. Oops.

So anyway. The old lady then gave me a funny look and didn't speak to me again. I really am hopeless sometimes.

Then when I got off the bus, I thought "Ooh, I'll just nip to the shop to buy some chocolate for us"... Big mistake. I was stuck in a queue behind one old woman, who decided to empty out all of the change in her purse onto the counter and pay with that. It was like £7.43 or something. Needless to say, she took a while.

So after my mishaps, I eventually got to Mia's. I was greeted by her lovely mother who told me that Mia was baking in the kitchen. So I went into the kitchen and she was baking gingerbread. Which she later tried and realised that she had forgotten to put any sugar into. For someone so smart, she can be a bit of a spoon sometimes.

Not long after, Giorge came, and we all watched a film together. That film was Starter for 10. Which was bloody brilliant. I've wanted to watch it for aaaaaages. It was absolutely fantastic. 5 stars, 10 out of 10 and all that. Benedict Cumberbatch was HILARIOUS. Plus it had James McAvoy (who I also love), Alice Eve and Rebecca Hall (very pretty), Dominic Cooper (gorgeous), James Corden (lovely and funny) and Mark Gatiss (love that man). And Catherine Tate. She made me laugh simply because of the moment when her son was going away to uni and so she asked him if he'd remembered his chip pan. I highly recommend that film. It was terrific.

Then we made lots of cakes for the Halloween Quiz. Which was fun, because I normally suck at baking, but I was very proud of my chocolate buns. They didn't burn or blow up, so that must be a good sign.

So, that was my Monday. It was great.

How crazy was your Tuesday?

Hello all! Today is Tuesday, Crazy Tuesday. Every Tuesday is Crazy Tuesday. I'm not quite sure how Crazy Tuesdays came to be. But anyway. Today was a particularly crazy Tuesday.

Today, we, as the Sixth Form Student Union, hosted our second (yes, SECOND) Crazy Tuesday Quiz! It was brilliant! The theme was "Halloween" (which reminds me; I should really go and carve my pumpkin...) and it was so good! Sophie had made loads of yummy biscuits, Kayleigh made lovely cookies, and me, Mia and Giorge had made spooky cakes! Jess manned the teas and coffees (the cup of tea was most spiffing, thank you Jess), Kayleigh, Mia and Sophie sold our delightful sweet treats, and Rachelle manned the music for the film/tv programme theme tune round (which was pretty hard... Thanks for that guys) and Weave was Quiz Master again (and added a bunch of extra "bonus questions" which were equally as hard to guess as they were last time... We really didn't have a clue). It was a blast! Me, Danielle and Dana came third... THIRD! Oh yes! Apparently we're mildly good at quizzes! (no, we didn't know either) And we won a Toblerone! Yay! Which we will eat tomorrow in Psychology! Yummy. Then after the quiz was finished, me, Jess and Sophie attempted to sell the remainder of our cakes and biscuits to the lower school. Apparently shouting "10p cakes! Cakes for 10p! There's biscuits too!" means that they're free. Some people confuse me.

Also, I just sat and watched two episodes of Friends and ate Bonfire Toffee. Pretty crazy, even for a Tuesday. And now I'm going to do Psychology work and drink hot chocolate. I am so crazy; I'm literally off the rails. (I tend to use sarcasm a lot, as you can probably tell. So get used to it)

Okay, so that's my day in a nutshell; I hope your Tuesday was just as crazy as mine! ;)

PS: I did this post on the blogger app for Android. So I don't know how it's going to turn out. Hopefully it's okay. If not I'll... Um... I don't know. But I'll do something. Probably sigh excessively at my phone for a while. Hmm. I should probably stop babbling now.

So.

The reason I got this blog is so that I can have somewhere to write down my feelings, and to just generally get stuff off my chest. So I should probably talk about Skyfall before my brain implodes.

On Friday night (yes, the day of its release; we're die-hard Bond fans, people. We don't mess around) I went to see what I can only describe as one of the best films I have ever seen. I don't know if it's the very best; I don't know what the best film I've ever seen is. It's hard to judge films on how good they are. You just tend to like them more than others. Although saying that, War Horse was pretty spectacular. But anyway, I've gone off on a tangent. So, Skyfall.

It was utterly phenomenal. Definitely my favourite Bond film yet. The whole thing just blew my mind. I was so transfixed on the screen the whole time (apart from when the woman in front of me left to go to the toilet at about an hour into it. We hadn't even reached halfway and she was like "oops gotta go pee"... But anyway). There are so many things that I want to say about it, but I really don't want to ruin it for anyone that hasn't seen it yet who intends on seeing it. So I'll try to keep my points spoiler-free.

1) The opening scene was absolutely brilliant.
2) How they led into the opening credits part worked incredibly well.
3) The opening credits part and Adele's Skyfall song complemented each other beautifully.
4) Whoever designed the opening credits deserves some sort of award.
5) Daniel Craig's suits were superb. I love a man in a good suit.
6) Javier Bardem makes an excellent Bond villain.
7) The Bond women (Naomie Harris and Bérénice Marlohe) were gorgeous.
8) BEN WHISHAW AS Q WAS BLOODY BRILLIANT. I've loved Ben since he was in The Hollow Crown. He was so perfect for the role of Q. Kudos to you Ben! (also, his hair and his glasses and his cardigan. HE'S SO CUTE. Enough said.)
9) There were many unexpected moments. I shan't elaborate because I do not wish to spoil it for anyone. But I guarantee you, you will be shocked on several occasions.
10) There were funny bits. Which I like, because even though James Bond is a macho, chauvinistic secret agent, at least he's still down-to-earth.
11) Dame Judi Dench was simply magnificent reprising her role as M. She's always been one of my favourite Bond characters and her performance in this film did not disappoint.
12) Daniel Craig's performance made it very hard for me to not pick him as my favourite Bond. Before seeing Skyfall, it was a very close call between him and Sean Connery, but now I think that after seeing this film it's definitely Daniel. Sorry Sir Sean. (have some light-hearted alliteration to make up for it)
13) I was thoroughly delighted by the whole experience. It was AMAZING. The queue was massive which heightened the anticipation even more! Such an excellent film. There really aren't enough adjectives to describe it.

So if you haven't been convinced to go and see Skyfall already, GO SEE IT! SERIOUSLY! I guarantee that you will not be disappointed.

So, this is my first post on here. *pause for celebratory dance* I've wanted to do this for a while now, so here I am! I thought I'd start off with a "Ten Questions Answered" post. Oh yes.

1) Name and age?
Hayley, 17

2) Favourite band(s) and/or singer(s)
Frank Turner, The Hoosiers and The Killers

3) Favourite movie?
Avengers Assemble (HECK YEAH)

4) Last movie you saw and the next one you're going to see?
Last saw The Bourne Legacy, next going to see Skyfall

5) Favourite actor(s)?
Tom Hiddleston, Ben Barnes, Robert Downey Jr., Benedict Cumberbatch, Jude Law, Matt Smith, Emma Stone, Karen Gillan

6) Favourite song(s)?
Photosynthesis, If Ever I Stray, I Still Believe, Glory Hallelujah, Reasons Not To Be An Idiot, Peggy Sang The Blues (Frank Turner). Bumpy Ride, Goodbye Mr A, Choices, Made to Measure, Killer, Cops And Robbers (The Hoosiers). Mr. Brightside, Runaways, Spaceman, All These Things That I've Done, Smile Like You Mean It, When You Were Young (The Killers). Also, I Am the Doctor (Doctor Who soundtracks)

7) Place you most want to visit?
Paris

8) Aspirations?
Study English Literature at university, become a primary school teacher

9) Any fears?
Needles, blood, hospitals, lifts (God help me if I ever get trapped in a hospital lift with a needle squirting blood)

10) Last thing you bought?
A bus ticket to see my lovely friend, Mia



Hope this was vaguely interesting/informing/something to pass the time reading. Bye for now!