'nice for life'?

Village pubs always worry me, because
a) you always bump into someone you know, and
b) anything you say in the pub, is accepted as common knowledge, and is fair game to gossip.

It was a friend's birthday and we went for a meal at the local, who have started serving Indian food. On the next table was my teacher from primary school. On the next table was my friend's uncle.
So we were talking, and it felt so awkward. I didn't want my primary school teacher to report back that I was now a loud-mouthed, drunken meal-wrecker. I didn't want to make it obvious that I knew it was him either. So I had to act oblivious.
Four vodka and cokes later, It was, admittedly easier. And noisier, on our table.

But it made me wonder - how many people do you know in a certain place at any one time?
It's a small world when you think about it.
I met a classmate at a street market in Tunisia. My friend was on the same flight back from Tenerife as someone in her history class. My grandparents met someone from their street on a cruise.

So that got me thinking even more - how much have I said about people that they've directly heard? So I've decided to be nice, starting now.

Think of it as a 'mid-year resolution' because we all know that new-year ones never stick.

Today.

Today I visited Durham Law School. I liked it. I really liked it. But there was something that seemed a lot more important than what modules and combinations of modules you could take. I didn't care about whether you can go abroad, or whether I could do some English modules.

There was a 'hot' professor bloke! I've never been one who goes strictly on a looks basis. I've always liked blokes who were older. I've always wanted to be spoilt by someone who is older, wiser, and has a lot more money than me. And he had the sterotypical, 'bedraggled academic' look going on. I remember his clothes, mostly. And that he talked about Michael Douglas' arse in Basic Instinct. I liked him, he was funny. He made jokes about nightclubs, and how Durham is home to the Worst Nightclub in Europe.
He wore clothes. In the 'I don't really need them, I put them on because I must' way.
A black, worn blazer and an off white shirt, with the collar undone three buttons, and it had lost that stiffness so it just hung around his neck. In a good way (of course).
He wore brown trousers. A no-no with the black suit jacket, but it added to the 'I just rolled out of bed' theme. And so did his hair - actually bedhead. And not through product.
I don't know how old he is, and I highly doubt he would risk his professional career (I googled him, and he's written books and stuff) to cavort with a student. That is, if I get there. But he can't be married, dressed like that.

I'd be Durham's keenest Human Rights student though!

So, today I wore:





Sorry for the terrible quality, I need to purchase a camera.
(I went against the jumper, simply because I thought it might be a little too warm, even with British weather.)

In my hair is another row of real pearls, from my Nana, held with bobby pins.


Edit: His facebook default is HOT. Mmmm.

My first blog.

In French, lèche-vitrines means 'window shopping'. Directly translated to English, it means 'window licking'. I suppose you could say I do a reasonable amount of both.

I feel a little awkward blogging, but less awkward than I would writing a diary. At least here, even if no-one's actually reading this, I'm acting as though I'm talking to someone.

I visit Durham University tomorrow and as little as I know about the place, I know what I'm wearing. If I do end up there, first impressions will probably matter. I'm trying to do the whole 'preppy American' look - think the ones Elle's up against in Legally Blonde - but without the 'geek'. Or the 'geek', but in a cool way.
So I have a shirt dress that comes to just above the knee (hides my thighs) and black tights.
Black patent brogues, with cream uppers - think spats.
And a Ralph Lauren wool and cashmere jumper that I found in the TK Maxx kids section today, for £9.
It's navy - I'm not sure how well that goes with the tights, but it shortens my body and lengthens my legs.
It has a lovely little 'badge' which makes me think of Hogwarts.



Anyway. Today, I wore: