HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY!!!
Paul Rudd in Clueless (1995)
Paul Rudd stole my heart in this movie
I taught myself to knit about 4 months ago. I’d never knitted before but having a million chest infections in a row means you need to find something to keep you occupied while you’re stuck in bed feeling miserable.
Knitted Bowie is my first wee project and I plan on making more little characters. He’s naked for now…I’m in the middle of making a miniature jumpsuit that would make Kansai Yamamoto proud.
I’m hoping my next lot will be a bit more defined and tidy but he’s pretty cool, despite the dodgy neck and strange arm/leg thickness.
It’s been two years to the day since I was interviewed to study Medicine at Imperial College London. Two years since I tottered up Exhibition Road, freezing in my black courts and a slamming dark grey pinstriped suit dress & blazer, my hair on point; I vividly remember nattering on about the various buildings that made up the South Kensington campus as my dad walked beside me in reassuring silence.
In some way, despite my nerves, I knew that I’d get in. It felt right, everything felt right and had done ever since I set foot on Prince Consort Road for the first time on the Open Day the summer before. It continues to feel right, perfect even, and this is something for which I should be more grateful about more often.
As I look back on that day today, what I love about it the most is that I had absolutely no idea what the next two years would bring me - and I’m barely 2/3 of the way through this year. I sat in the SU common room, taking in the hundreds of RAG buckets and thinking about how I’d really love to get involved in that charity collect event, with absolutely no clue what Circle Line really meant. It’s laughable to think that I honestly believed I’d not have a social life post-Freshers’ Fortnight (especially right now, as I sit here mildly hungover still from last Sports Night…)
I don’t know what I expected from ICSM, or if I even had specific expectations at all. I was different back then, but then again I can’t expect to have stayed the same after two whole years; it’s been an organic change (with a few rather major catalysts) and a positive transition. I found a place where I could really come into my own. All I can really say is that I absolutely adore it here, I’m very lucky to be here, and I need to work my arse off to stay here.