Rorie O'Leary: The Movie

At the start of this month I made about 10 New Year's resolutions. 9 of these have now lapsed and have gone the way of every other resolution I have ever made. The one that has remained was to live life like I was in a film. I am very proud to say that I think that thus far I have managed to keep this one. That is probably because unlike all the other resolutions this one means that I have more fun, something that is needed when it is raining and 2 degrees in a city where there is always a bus or cab waiting to splash you.
When I say live life like I am in a film I don't mean Die Hard, although it has always been my secret longing to be like John McClane. I mean those films in which people go on incredible dates, drink cocktails all day long, have brunches, read books in the sun and take walks in the snow. I know, I know, mushy shit but so far it has only done me good. Unbelievably going for brunch and coffee has led me to read more books in an attempt to look fashionable and interesting whilst sat outside in the freezing cold because it turns out the place you think is really trendy, everyone else thinks the same. So far the dates and cocktails haven't been that bad either, in fact they have been amazing. Getting up to have breakfast, a la Breakfast At Tiffany's also means that I can't stay in bed until 1 for my lecture that starts at 2.
It turns out that a couple of days ago, a walk in Mayfair and breakfast at Tiffany's was exactly what I needed. After only getting 1 hour sleep the night before due to my new craze for watching "Sex And The City" at 3 in the morning, I needed some time just wandering. I headed on down Old Bond Street. It wasn't long until I found myself standing under those pale blue flags and gazing in the windows of the beautiful marble fronted building. It was here that I realised that, although my resolution was ridiculous it has actually made my life so much better. January didn't seem bleak at all and now that (hopefully) Spring is just around the corner I have those days sat in the sun in Sloane Square and Hyde Park to look forward too. I know that throughout life we are always told to be ourselves, something I stick to, but once in a while it is fun to pretend you are someone else, especially when that someone else has a passion for dirty martinis.

Ode To A Cocktail

Last Monday night saw a night of general debauchery at a cocktail bar in Shoreditch named 'The Shoreditch' (I haven't worked out quite yet if I appreciate the possession this cocktail bar seems to take over the place it resides in or if it is a brilliant marketing ploy). Anyway, many Shoreditch Martinis and Gin Gardens along the track we ended back up on the Tube home and pretending to pole dance on the hand rails. I am sorry East London Line but the poles are just there and no matter how little we have had to drink and how busy the carriage is or how long we have lived in London in our minds the poles are there for one thing and one thing only: entertainment. Tuesday, surprisingly (or unsurprisingly), saw more cocktails, these were, luckily for my bank balance, not for my head, bought for me. That certainly made me feel better about the 'cocktails two nights in a row' thing. Maybe I just need to go on more dates?
If this week has taught me anything it is that cocktails always make things more fun, the cans of Red Stripe 'Jamaica's finest' that I then had to drink for the rest of the week as I couldn't justify spending any more money on cocktails or find someone who was willing to buy them for me, tasted extremely bitter. This, combined with me finally discovering 'Sex And The City' this week, has not made a good mix. How am I meant to watch people drink what seem like bottomless Cosmopolitans all day, seem to never be at work and yet manage to buy such expensive clothes and then not wonder why I can't do the same thing? The answer is simple: I am a student. This is not a time for cocktails and designer clothes. This is a time for thrift store shopping and cans of 99p cider bought from the off-licence across the road. The thrift store shopping I can deal with but the sooner that someone creates a delicious cocktail comprising of White Lightning and Red Stripe the better.
In other news I have decided that it is going to be Spring. Listen up everyone, you have me to thank for the sudden increase in temperatures. I have resolved that if I stop wearing a coat and start drinking ice tea again (homemade I'll have you know) then the temperature is guaranteed to rise and I will be the Spring saviour. I don't know if it is simply my mind playing tricks on me but I swear it has actually got warmer since I began doing this and I am sure the mornings are significantly brighter this week than they were last week.