Monday, 25 July 2011

Sleeping with the Angels

Words can't really describe how shit this July has been. The next blow being the death of my favourite musician Amy Winehouse. I remember talking about this day in 2007 with my best friend, Amy had been taken into hospital due to a reaction to her medication and I got really worried. My best friend's favourite artist is Pete Doherty, and so we came onto the topic of conversation about if we thought they would ever get clean or whether they would be beaten by their addictions. It makes it even harder to write about her dying due to the close proximity I have had to death recently.
Amy Winehouse changed music. She gave artists who would never have had the courage to perform the inspiration to create their own music, for instance Lady Gaga. She changed so many people's lives. She changed my life. She broke the generic, factory moulded pop music theme that had been occurring for years. She allowed people to be different. She took the shit from the tabloids and the media, she hardly ever complained even though there were daily attacks towards her from the likes of the Sun and the Daily Mail. What are they saying about her now? They're glorifying her. They are acting as though they never meant to write all the stuff they wrote before. Teasing her, bullying her.
Do you know how many people I have deleted off of facebook since this happened? 15. 15 'friends' who were making vile jokes about her death. Why do people these days have no respect? And then there were those posting things like 'You make me sick, how can people be more interested in the news of Amy Winehouse dying than the 92 people killed in Norway today?' The thing is... it's not that we don't care. It's that for some people she has changed lives. Sure, the Norway massacres are devastating and sick, yet how do we mourn the loss of the children we never knew? I have my respectful prayers for their families and my questions about the sanity of their murderer, but the death of 92 Norweigans and the death of a musician are two completely different things, and cannot possibly be associated. The only thing they have in common is the day of their death.

Amy, you are beautiful, your music changed me, I always believed in you. I'm so glad I got to see you when I did, and that we were standing at the front, and that you sang to me and I cried. I can't wait for your third album. Sleep well and look after Georgia xxxx


'Am in Devon. Lettie's reading me the bad things about alcohol and this pen is running out.
Amy went to hospital yesterday. USA Today told me. I don't know what to think anymore, obviously I care a great deal about her and Peter. It's funny feeling this when I've never even met them. Amy's my favourite artist. I don't know what I would do if something happened to her. I don't like thinking of it. Lettie said she'd be distraught about Pete and stay off school, I'd join her and just cry all day long. It's strange how someone or something can be so far away but so close to you at the same time.' -
29th July 2007 from my Diary

Thursday, 21 July 2011

Sainte Tropez

So I know I said I would post after my A levels but I've had a pretty rocky start to the summer. I don't really want to go into it but one of my friends died on her birthday from Meningitis. Her name's Georgia Tait if you want to read more about it online and become more aware of Meningitis (1 in 10 of us are dormant carriers.)

Anyway, a couple of days after it all happened I went to St Tropez with my best friend for 6 days (although she is still there for another two weeks with her boyfriend... jealous!) for a much needed break from everything. It all went so quickly and hardly feels like I went at all, apart from the tan I brought back with me to beautiful, rainy, miserable England.

On the first day we arrived we got to the villa (photos to come) which my friends family owns and unpacked. Then we proceeded to go a little bit crazy and danced around in our bikinis and took pictures of us being crazy. After ththat, we went to Sainte Maxime for dinner, although I could only manage a main course as it was ginormous, although Nikki did manage three courses and deserves a medal for it! We looked around the stalls after dinner and there were loads of lovely rings, however I'm running out of room on my fingers to buy any more long term rings :( so I bought some cigarettes instead. It was then when I learnt that the French really do not like the English at all (although the French that speak English as another language are very nice).





We went to St Tropez on Friday night and had a few drinks, my double JD and coke cost me 22€ and a Black Russian cocktail cost me 15€, so I can officaly say that St Tropez is crazy expensive. There were so many big yachts and impressive cars in the marina, and then there were all of the yachts that were too big to fit in the marina and had to float outside of it.

Now things begin to get exciting. Me and Nikki, having polished off two beers and a Black Russian decided to go in search of some reasonably priced food. We bough a slice of pizza each and went to sit down to eat it. All of a sudden I look up and WHO is standing right in front of me? KARL LAGERFELD. THE Karl Lagerfeld. I had my camera out but he was looking straight at me and I couldn't breathe and had to sit down. He continued to stand looking at us 3 metres away and I continued to look like a fool staring at him with my mouth open. He turned to keep walking and only then did I muster the strength to take a photo of him (shaking like a leaf.)
We managed to miss the last ferry home and had to pay 120€ for a 20 minute drive home which was crazy but it was a beautiful car. The day after St Tropez we had the best hangover ever, although now we wonder whether it was a hangover or whether we were still drunk. Either way, the whole day was so much fun, apart from at about 7pm when I got my banging headache. The rest of the holiday consisted of sunbathing, sunbathing, going to the beach to sunbathe, dancing, going a bit crazy, drinking and sunbathing.
Here are some photos :)





 Look at how big the wheels on this Rolls Royce are!




Karl Lagerfeld <3


Wasted


The Hangover Day







All in all I had a great time, I got home on Tuesday evening and then reality set in of everything that kept going on back here. Yesterday was the funeral service for Georgia which was horribly devastating, but some lovely things were said by her best friends and family.