Was that...?

So today I was stood on the train waiting to get off at platform 4 when I noticed a very nice pair of dark brown suede boots. After admiring them for a while my eyes slowly made their way up a beautifully trimmed suit, dark navy in colour with a cheeky little scarf to finish off at the top. I was impressed. This guy clearly has a bob or two in his pocket.

Then I noticed the lugagge which I swear was Tom Ford and I looked at this guy's face; it was Jimmy bloody Carr!

Surely not though I thought, not on a scabby Nottingham train? And on his own? Nah, it couldn't have been him. I had to keep a sneaky peek to double check until he copped me looking and he gave me that look... that 'yes it's me but please don't bother me' kind of look.

I never said a word.

Apparently Jimmy has a gig in Nottingham tonight so it was more than likely him who I saw on the train today. I kinda admire his 'no frills' means of travel. And what I admire even more so is that just last month I bumped into 'fashion guru' Gok Wan in Manchester, protected by security guards. Carr defo sported the better attire!

HELP!

I am an amateur at this blogging malarky when it comes to the technical shtuffs. HTML and I were once close acquaintances but it's been a while since I've messed around with it so we are now strangers.

If anyone would like to help that would be greatly appreciated!
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Hats off to you sir! I mean on...

A recent hat exhibition at the York Art Gallery and my 2 month long desire for a bowler hat has brought me to the keyboard front line to fire bullets of hat ideas in your direction.

In my opinion, we simply don't wear hats enough. I mean, we might dare to pop on the odd bobble hat when the days turn frosty but a part from that, there aren't many who would think of a hat as a vital part of their day to day look. Back in the day an outfit wouldn't have been complete without one. Take a look at some of the greats - My Fair Lady casted an abundance of hats, Coco Chanel's career in fashion began with making hats. Jamiroquai made a statement with always wearing a hat... Matt Cardle from X Factor seems to be following his lead...! And it's not as if the high street retailers are depriving us of them, there are so many out there right now to choose from.

To get your thinking caps on, up and running let's have a gander at a few familiar faces styling the head pieces:

Mary-Kate Olsen

Sienna Miller

Pete Doherty

Alexa Chung

Coco Sumner

You must also feast your eyes upon this AMAZING photo shoot taken for Vogue back in 2007 -'Paris Je t'aime'... a collaboration of the culture of Paris and hats... parfait!

So whether you're a floppy, trilby, bowler, boater, beanie, bell, trapper, hunter, cossack, beret, stalker or a bonnet (phew), don't be shy to get the hats out this season, they could be the key to those final finishing touches.


"Without my hat, I'm just your garden variety six-foot tall talking cat" - Cat in a Hat (my favourite hat quote!)

Untitled.

I must remember, remember to get a scribble on this November... and to kick it off I've decided to share a poem or two (yes yes my very own hand did write them so!) in attempt to set the mind-a-boggling. It's hard to get inspiration through these long ass winter nights, but I bet a flick through Vogue and Acne will certainly help!!

Have a read, have a discussion, have a Kit Kat.

***

A period of uncertainty,

ambiguity;

not clear.

Choked words and nerves

when that telephone rings.

Desperate attempts

to feel connected,

not rejected.

Subliminal messages sent in the post.

Acts of rebellion

against... something...

But what?

A shot

of Absinthe

and bruised knees follow

a thousand messages,

read but not answered.

Sickness.

Sadness.

Erratic and paranoid;

something to avoid

expressing.

Tormented sleep

and dragging days.

These are the ways

of an unknowing fool.

The brain is an enemy,

it'll turn you against me.

Ironic really.

I just want you

to want me.

It certainly looks as though

you're slowly letting go

and

as true or false as that may be,

it's still out there

and in my head to get me.

***

I'm sorry little seed,

For what I've done to you.

To let you think it would be OK

To break through that rubber force field

And cause a race riot.

It's my fault little seed,

I should have put you straight.

But you see I didn't know

How strong and able you were

To stick around and grow.

It's not fair little seed,

Not for you, him or I.

Maybe in another lifetime

When you don't scare the shit out of me

Will I accept that you are mine.

I'm sorry little seed,

For what I've done to you.

To let them take you away from me,

Always wondering but never knowing

What you might have become.

***

You built me a platform
Bigger than I expected
For a girl you hardly knew.

I could wander across
To any side that I wished,
Do a hop, skip, jump if I fancied.

Sometimes I'd turn to find more;
New paths leading me
To unfamiliar rooms and floors.

An entire household,
Every brick laid by you.
I loved to explore every crevis.

But over just one night
You stripped the foundations;
Whipped away like a cloth from a table.

You left me uncertain,
Unbalanced on a wooden beam,
You left me for dead in the dark.

Now I'm terrified to move,
Stuck in this demolished wreck,
Scared of further damage.

Did I make a wrong turn?
What step too far did I take?
Had I discovered a forbidden wing?

I gave you the blueprints
Of my weird and wonderful world,
There were no boundaries restricting you.

Yet you will let me sit here
Dangling my trembling legs,
Not knowing what lies beneath.