The Thought Factory presents ACID Magazine

I've only just recovered from the ACID launch party at The Queen of Hoxton on Tuesday night. I was expecting the best night, and it exceeded that. Lucy and Lucy did such a fab job organising, setting up and running the whole thing. From the '90s pick n mix sweets all over the tables to the amazing fashion show, everything was great. But by far my favourite part of the night was the photo booth!!

So. Much. Fun. Last thing I remember I was podium dancing at G-A-Y. Not particularly sensible seeing as I had an exam the next morning but we'll see how that turns out!

AWOL

I know I've been pretty lax with this the past few weeks, but I've had so much on juggling two jobs, five university modules and a social life. Plus it's been super sunny in Kingston and I'm sure you'll understand that I much prefer beer gardens to bedroom blogging.

Tonight I'm at my Auntie's house near Tadley. We're driving home tomorrow for mother's day weekend and my mama doesn't know I'm coming so that will be cute. I'm considering the next three days as a bit of time off!

This is how I've mostly spent my spare minutes. In the past week or so I've had 5 - yes, five - celebratory Wagamama's to mark the end of an assignment. And then it's been straight back to the press room to start some more!

So from today onwards I will be doing my best to keep on top of this! But before I go, take a minute to check out Charlotte King's blog: Charlotte's Web - a fabulous photographer from my hometown.

I'm No Poet.

Poetry is something which seems so beautiful to me. The imagery and the emotion and the language is so beautiful when fashioned by the right poet. Sadly that poet just is not me!

Not and then a thought will cross my mind, and I'll write it down. When I look back it's the kind of thing which would fit perfectly into a poem, but I'm just totally incapable of writing them well.

However this term I had a module clash, meaning I had to switch Contemporary British Fiction to 20th Century Poetry (no way was I swapping Arts & Entertainment Journalism for sport, politics or business) and it's fair to say I've been thrown in at the deep end.

Terrified to tell my lecturer my situation at the risk of offending him, I am battling onwards and this week my assignment is to write a poem inspired by a piece of art.

I've chosen this photograph, which isn't famous, or even credited, but inspired so much in me - more so than any generic painting or sculpture. The mood, history, memories and hues of the photo reflect that of the whole room, despite only showing a tiny section of it. I'm not sure what angle I'm going to take yet, but perhaps I'll post it up here when I'm done!

(This is more like a diary entry than an interesting blog post but I'm bored and stressing about this piece, sorry!)