So, I have a blog.

I've been meaning to write a blog for a while, but a suitable starting point has always been the prevailing issue. Was my life interesting enough to write about? Who would read it? I can barely get to grips with the new facebook when they change it EVERY MONTH so all the technicalities of blogs loomed over the conception of my own one with as much pressure as the idea of graduation is looming over my life. But I'm here now. It's reading week and I am giving myself a day off so I've bitten the bullet.

It's Tuesday 15th February, the day after the most overrated and depressing day of the year. Some (my Dad) say it's jealousy why I'm so anti V-day (this year's card count: 0) but anyone with a brain, thankfully almost everyone I know, can see how ridiculous it is. I won't even go into details because everyone knows the score. Hallmark, capitalism, overpriced, commercial, blah blah blah. I was talking to a girl in my year who was being taken to Paris by her boyfriend for the weekend (yawn, so unimaginative) and we discussed the idea of a marriage proposal atop the Eiffel Tower. I concluded this idea by saying that if someone proposed to me in such a position I'd push him off. If he didn't know me better than that then the marriage would be very short lived anyway. I just have no idea why people have to lose a few brain cells when it comes to being in love. I could discuss my intense frustration at brother's brain being liquidised since his wife having their first baby but that's too long a story. It basically involves him calling me 'Auntie Rachael' even when the baby is not around. I constantly have to tell him I'm his SISTER but it never seems to register.

I don't want this blog to be a Bridget Jones' Diary moan-fest about being single so that's enough of that. But Mark Darcy, if you're reading this I'm free every night this week. <3

I did however give myself a Valentines Day treat by googling pictures of Paul Newman, James Dean, Marlon Brando and Steve McQueen, who are guaranteed to brighten up any day. They're for life, not just for Valentines. As a special treat for the zero people who currently read this, here is Mr Newman in fine form. You can't appreciate how deliciously blue his eyes are but alas, just enjoy.

One of my favourite men ever to have lived, they just don't make them like that any more.

I've started watching a LOT of TV recently, mainly due to the addition of Sky Atlantic to the box so expect musings on various dramas to come.