I wish my life was like the Devil Wears Prada and instead of writing this blog from my cold and dreary flat in the East End, I was writing it from the balcony of my super wish French apartment having lunch dates with Annah Wintours and perhaps meeting Mr Right underneath the Eifle Tower. Eating bagels and watching the buskers and dog walkers going about their day.
But it is not like the Devil Wears Prada, in fact, it is barely like Bridgett Jones Diary. One can still dream though, and that’s whats important, retaining the ability to dream when all seems lost.
Better book those flights to paris

I have decided that it is now time for me to share some of my brilliant worldly wisdom and offer some advice and tips on how to snare the ladies. But not just any ladies, cool, fashionable arty ladies. The Mecca of ladies. Ones that will usually never look at us because we are not clever, intelligent or wordy enough. Know who I mean? Sure you do, they are the ones that go to bars that we don’t even know about and listen to bands that we can’t pronounce and films we will never understand.
Tip number one. Get a cool arty looking bike. Walking around for just an hour or so around Camden and Shoreditch, it doesn’t take an idiot to realise the cool dudes with the fixed gear cycles are always getting sly glances from the opposite sex. They embody a sense of freedom and hippy sensibilities that alternative girls just love.
Now in getting you’re bike you need to avoid anything that looks like it might win a race or actually take you anywhere far. Look for something that you could imagine riding to a picnic or along a canal in Amsterdam and you are on the right track.
This Dutch style effort I found when I typed in bicycles
for sale is perfect. Buy it, buy it now.

I don’t know. Since it became pretty easy for everyone to go to university and every became ‘Rahs,’ or massive student wankers that throw fire extinquishers at people off of roofs I think that they just drag you further into the mud. I mean lets face it, right now, if you hear the words, ‘gap’ and ‘year,’ mixed together, you can’t help but think rich lazy moron with no ideas of real life. I don’t think it’s just the mildly hilarious online sketch shows that are making it bad either. I think maybe it has its route in the recession and the public disgust to anyone thats spending money.
Either way, I think that rather than join the rest of the motley cliché crew, why not opt for a British travel experience rather than elephant riding in Thailand or English teaching in Nigeria, go surfing in Cornwall. Get a job in surf shack waxing boards and enjoy terrible weather, pasty holiday goers and homegrown ale. Do this for 2-3 months only, then get over yourself and get into the real world.
Enough said.