Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Shoes... BAM!

As much as I hate cliché's, I'm afraid I do yield a particular one...


I do I do I dooooooooo - Kenan and Kel style (how good was that show?) Any sort or any kind, I must have them! High heels shoes are of course the favourite. Although when you are tall and choose to wear high heels, you do then achieve Giant status and proceed to hang over the room like an unwelcome fart. Due to this I don't wear heels all too often... but that doesn't stop me from buying them *mwhahahaha*

All UK readers must have, at some point, seen the advert for a website called which I checked out and oh sweet lord what beautiful shoes there are there are there are, what beautiful shoes there are! AND when you sign up with them you get 20% off your first purchase! Who could resist such a tempting offer? And boy did I find just the pair I needed. Not your any old skyscraper heels, oh no, I chose the accessory shoe*.
Shoes were £28 with discount... BAM!
Shoes that jazz up a simple jeans, white shirt, blazer affair. Then BAM! Slip on these beauties and 'nuff said. So when you walk down the street people will look at you from top to bottom saying 'That girl's not wearing anything special...' Then BAM! 'Hang on a minute, those shoes are gorgeous! Man that girl is looking fiiiiiine!' Never under estimate the power of the BAM! 

*At this point I would just like to clarify that I am no expert fashionista so all terminology used  is as a result of my inarticulacy. 

Sunday, 23 June 2013

Confusion and Hygiene

With reference to my previous publication, I asked my sister's how they would describe me in three words. Their answers were identical, 'Tall and confused.' I didn't penalise them for the third word for I knew they had me so spot on, nothing further need leave their lips. Indeed, it is true that the very creature writing this article has been known to be baffled by many things that the 'old bean' (as P.G. Wodehouse once described it) cannot cope with. It may possibly be a result of my bashing my head a lot as a child (accidentally of course). But sometimes I don't like to look at these moments of perplexity as confusion, rather a search for clarity or a longing for further explanation. That way it makes me sounds more like a scholar of philosophy *happy face*

Many situations, such as when I travel or have to become accustomed to something new (however small) have produced occasions when a moment of confusion has struck. Recently I have come into contact with products of a hygienic nature that has made one think twice about where or whether it ought to be applied. For example, brown shower gel. I'll say that again, brown shower gel. While holidaying in Spain visiting my grandparents (more on that later), there was a bottle in the bathroom clearly labelled 'Shower Gel' so naturally one does not hesitate to apply where it is needed. But when the brown, sticky liquid oozed into my palm, hesitation was in order. Why brown? Seeing it there in my hand, I was pretty sure it was going to have the opposite of the desired effect.
Would you use it?
Furthermore, upon my return home, the new toothpaste that I dressed my tooth brush with, was green. 'Green? There's nothing wrong with that Sophia. Toothpaste comes in all sorts of colours nowadays.' Oh but dearest reader, this was no ordinary green. This was the kind of green that I would only associate with a nuclear experiment, mushy peas and those alien birthpod toys (weren't those weird?). Why does the hygiene industry insist on these insane colours? Do they spare no thought for the confuséd people? Reluctantly, I used the health hazard toothpaste, the after effects being that the inside of my mouth has subsequently caught onto the toxic green look. And as you can imagine it looks gorgeous... No, not really, in truth I look like Princess Fiona. The irony being that this particular product is advertised as giving you whiter looking teeth in two weeks... my bottom it does! 

Saturday, 15 June 2013

'Will you accept the challenge that lies before you?'

Good news to one and all, Sophia has got a job! Oh yes! Really there is no need for applause... I was only joking, you may continue. That's right, yours truly is with work. Soon I will be working at none other than a London theatre and the interview was as smooth as a baby's bottom.

A celebratory drink in The Nags Head in Covent Garden

Well, I suppose things could have gone a little smoother. It didn't help that my friend Mattie and I got on the wrong tube to start with and that we only noticed until we were nearly out of London. When we finally emerged from the underground we had to power walk all the way until I finally reached my destination. Upon arriving, I didn't hesitate to remove all possible items of clothing that were increasing my body heat, but I WASN'T NAKED! Because I know that's what you were all thinking. And throughout the whole of the interview, I had to elegantly wipe the sweat and my upper lip. Well as elegantly as one can, and probably ended up looking like I was just a keen face massager.

I was then speedily whisked through the theatre to a lovely bar/lounge where the interview was to take place. The three people conducting were all lovely and I was really excited but maybe a little too excited. It went as follows:

INTERVIEWER: So why do you want to work in theatre?
SOPHIA: Well I have always been extremely passionate about all aspects of theatre, I just think it's brilliant!
INTERVIEWER: And why specifically do you want to work for this theatre?
SOPHIA: First of all it's in London which is a-great and just so brilliant *haha* and it's the *name of theatre*! I mean it's brilliant, amazing and so BRILLIANT!

Articulation failed me. Then came two of the most pointless questions you get in every single job interview you will ever go to:

INTERVIEWER: How would you describe yourself in three words?

followed by...

INTERVIEWER: If your friends could describe you in three words, what would they be?

They give you not one but two opportunities to make yourself look amazing for them... WHY? How does that make sense? For all they know you could be lying through your teeth! And British people are programmed to be modest so this is always a particularly tricky exercise. I mean I can't help thinking, they should need more verification of your good-ness. For example they could change the second question to:

INTERVIEWER: In this part of the interview, you may choose one friend to call on your phone to whom I shall ask how they describe you in not one, not two, but three words. Will you accept the challenge that lies before you?

*Queue Countdown music*

And  that's how you keep things interesting! Anyway, somehow I got the job. 

Thursday, 13 June 2013

I Dare You!

If I am completely honest, life hasn't been very kind to me lately for a number of reasons. And as a result, life has been a little boring. BUT I have had enough of sitting on my backside all day watching tonnes of E4 and Doris Day movies and have decided that I am going to plunge myself into new experiences. Things I would be scared to apply for, accept an invitation for or things I'm even scared of buying (clothes mainly) and there are many reasons for these. For example if I get invited to a party I'll be worried that I won't know anyone and I'll be stuck by myself all night or if I like clothes in a shop and don't buy them because I'm scared that other people won't think the same. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who has these worries.

Last Tuesday I was invited to meet up with an old friend of mine Adaora to see her brother Ozonna perform at a gig. Check out what she was wearing on her blog Always Becoming because I'm telling you, she was looking so zazzy! Again I was scared that I wouldn't enjoy this new experience, maybe Adaora wouldn't like me any more and I almost didn't go but I did... Life's too short and all that jazz.

I know what you're thinking, Sophia's just jabbering on, nothing is making sense and this seems pointless to read but DON'T GO JUST YET! I promise that there is actually a point to this. You see that was just to warm you up for the root of my tale, yeah now you're still reading, I have caught you in my web of mystery... I feel we're drifting again...

The point is that I had a really good time! It was lovely to see one of my oldest and closest friends again and I enjoyed all the music played that night! Check out Danny ToemanEzzy Anya and Ozonna. I was even entertained by the music that a Romanian instrumental trio were playing on the tube journey back home. I'll have you know that 'When The Saints Go Marching In' is a very catchy tune when played on the saxophone, accordion and drum. They did make me giggle!

So, dearest darling reader, whoever you may be, do something new, dive into the deep end - I dare you! Who knows what wonders you will discover on your journey? And if you fancy it, you can let me know what new thing you did and how it went! Because it certainly went well for me :) 

Sunday, 9 June 2013

Behind The Candelabra

I have got to say, I friggin' love Westfield in Stratford (London)! Anyone who has not been there must go at some point. It's so huge and there's so much to do! Now, I know there will be some of you thinking, 'But I get lost so easily in big places. I don't think Westfield's is the place for me.' But WAIT dear friend! I have often found myself in unfamiliar territory filled with confusion and I had absolutely no problems when frequenting the shopping centre! It couldn't have been easier. So now onto the main course, the focal point, the reason we are here...

Unsurprisingly, Westfield's has a cinema and after hours of shopping, naturally my friends and I decided to put our feet up and watch Behind The Candelabra starring Michael Douglas and Matt Damon. I confess it was not our first choice but a fine choice it was. Having seen the trailer already, I expected it to be quite an upbeat, funny movie which it was, however I wasn't quite prepared for how serious a film it is also. As well as being a charming movie, it's also quit hard hitting when you witness the disintegration of the relationship between Liberace and Scott Thorson. The performances by Douglas and Damon were surprisingly quite brilliant. Damon's transition from small town foster child to a drug addicted lover is flawless (apart from the drugs part, drugs are naughty...moving on). Douglas is utterly convincing as the ever extravagant showman that was Liberace and still is able to convey the loneliness that comes with stardom. Now a word or two has to be said about Rob Lowe who plays the plastic surgeon Dr. Jack Startz. I have never seen any actor steal the show like he has. Although he hasn't much screen time, it's his screen presence that one is mesmerised by. And of course all of this was captured beautifully by the director, Steven Soderbergh.

So basically, what I'm trying to say is, WATCH IT! If you have good taste in movies (like myself, obviously) you'll love it. Don't be put off by the graphic gay sex scenes in it, it's just sex people! Sexy people having a sexy time... well not too sure about Michael Douglas being sexy but Matt Damon deserves a mention for his sexiness. So does Ashton Kutcher (even though he wasn't actually in the movie). I get the feeling I'm drifting slightly from the topic... Oh well, here's the trailer! Behind the Candelabra (2013) Trailer