summer solstice

A trio of photos that have nothing to do with today, save from the sunshine:
1. Beautiful Lyd sporting her edgy hat on the punt
2. I made a friend at Madingley Hall
3. A Dorrington's custard tart from our first project trip to Cherry Hinton (you can order your multiseed online dontcha know)

I was a summer-born baby so the solstice is always my lucky day. This year did not disprove. Among a whole host of other things (including buying matching dresses for graduation with Riri, I swear we're 8-year-olds trapped in 22-year-old bodies) I clinched my 2:1 for my 2nd degree today. YESMEGS. Feeling giddy for leaving this place now. It's been long enough.

Also I've been a jennamarbs fan for a few years now (she is hilarious, you can't persuade me otherwise), and I loved her last video. It convinced me I'm not just wandering aimlessly through the end of a dodgy arts degree for no reason. My cousin(-to-be) Ker also shared some thoughts recently which resonated me in a similar way. Worth the reads/watches. Ciao.

lords

So much to update on but I won't do it chronologically. I'll start with today; a spontaneous trip to Lord's cricket ground to see the Varsity match with Charlie. I have never in my life watched cricket before. And I'm a fan. Scorching sunshine; looking up from my book occasionally; gorgeous pavilion seats; gloriously dressed old men; a buzz of well-to-do chat; I don't see nothing wrong. I've only just discovered Lorelai at May Balls recently - enjoying them tonight going through my photos on my bed by candlelight. I'm so indulgent these days. Mexico - 15 days. NOT READY.

fog - a phone dump

beautiful mini latte at urban shed (cafe where the sandwiches are so good, you leave your body, go to heaven, and look down on yourself eating them) and kevincat from a trip home last weekend.

after a familiar stomp around an over-visited club the other night i was welcomed by this fog on my walk home. it was beautiful. and in my stupor i decided to walk right through it and pretend i was in a dramatic dry-ice movie scene, only to be met head on by a midsummer common cow. i fled the scene.

traffic droid

So we get to babysit a mini camcorder courtesy of the business school to film our final project presentation tomorrow. Testing it out I managed to catch a lovely minute and a half of Rian (my brand new friend this year, off of management course).

the state of today

Not to boast but I'm having an absolutely glorious day. I think people should be able to declare when they're having such a spiffing day anyway without it being a boast. I didn't quite make it into town to do some reading and flopped on Jesus Green for a snooze after my late lie-in. Look at the state of the sky and the weather. Absolutely ridiculous. It's tough waiting for your friends to finish their exams. (In real life it's actually pretty lonely PLEASE FINISH QUICK). I peeled myself off the green after a while and I've wondered into town to do some reading on music festivals for my class project. I can probably only manage a solid 30mins of that before the coffee shop closes and I return home to do more of nothing and then bumble along to a beer festival on the green tonight for some 'research'. You won't be envying me in 2 weeks time, it'll be project hand-in and stress levels will be back up at their usual acceptable level for Cambridge. But for now it's nice to take it easy while we wait for our project data to trickle in. Trickle. I need a wee now.

feet

It's perhaps a slightly strange idea for a post. I suffer from a bit of podophobia and I thought getting behind the camera to look at my feet might help a bit. Click away now if you also detest feet.

I've always hated my feet: they're rough from being barefoot for my entire childhood, and battered and misshapen from a ceased but extensive career with dancing. Graduating to pointe shoes did not help: as well as building blister upon blister on my toes, pointework gave me crippling cramp in my arches. I still feel sick when I think about the muscle there, and I cannot let anyone (including myself) touch it. The emotion was wrapped up with the realisation that I would never be a 'dancer' proper (I suppose a Classics degree at Cambridge wasn't a bad plan B), and as a result I have since felt hatred towards the foot and all feet generally.

Rehearsing for the show this term , I was forced to reawaken my retired dance shoes and reacquaint myself with my feet (couldn't avoid massaging them after class for fear of the cramp). I'm trying to like them a bit more - I'll let you know how I get on. How do you feel about your feet? Perhaps I'm just a freak.

Anyway, out of laziness I didn't change the channel at all on the television the other night and accidentally watched the Culture Show on Savion Glover. I've never been a tap-dancer but now feeling inspired and tempted to go solo to his show at Sadlers Wells in a couple of weeks. Come with?

discarded lashes embodying that post-show low.

cambridge in the RGB

set honey, getinmabelleh

I'm really loving where we're living this year: this is Jesus Green & Midsummer Common by the river. It's pretty dreamy.

Couldn't not get a shot of this gal's crazy backpack as she picked up her daddy from the half marathon. What a babe.

cambridge in the BW

feasting

This post is very long overdue. Before we emptied the nest for uni this term Chef (Richard) cooked us up this amazing feast. Good egg he is. It speaks words about me that I often post pictures of food other people made on my own blog. There's no way you'll be seeing me trying this one in my grotty Cambridge kitchen. Mum made the cocktails - she's a pretty skilled mixologist these days. We had fresh pornstar martinis, of course heavy on the martini.

I got very up close and personal with this impressive assiette of desserts, and we went old-school and played cribbage afterwards. Spiffing. By the way no postproduction with these snaps - a mixture of couldn't be bothered / thought the food looked good anyway.

I've reached the end of my tether in Cambridge right now and plan on returning to the homeland tomorrow. Hope I haven't inspired too severe a bout of food envy. Naht.

rubbing shoulders with celebs

It happened. (See my last post). I met Darcey Bussell and looked her fully in the eye and couldn't stop just saying 'Thank you'. I'm such an idiot. Forgot to ask for a photo and everything. But she did see the shoes and a sharpie in my hands and figured out what I wanted so now I have a pair of pointe shoes signed by my idol!! I'm still a bit in shock from it. My cousin Iain shared in the joy with me (right).

I was lucky enough to have another celebrity meeting on Friday night - I've been a fan of The Other Tribe for a while now and saw them at Queen's May Ball in summer last year. Turns out they were headlining at my own college ball and I managed to nab a photo with the lead singer. (Looking a bit dishevelled after four hours of #balling). I asked him to marry me but he didn't hear me. Maybe next time.