My New Hero

I have a new hero, and that new hero comes in the form of an elderly lady who travels the tube, taking on and batting down idiotic opinions everywhere.

It is ridiculous that anyone feels like they have the right to comment on what somebody else chooses to wear, but to actually try to humiliate someone, make them feel inferior or shameful for what they have chosen to wear is downright ridic.

This suit on the tube must have a huge sense of entitlement to believe that his opinion and ideals have any effect whatsoever. But still, he felt his opinion was so important that he found it was completely necessary to utter "Have some self respect when you dress yourself" to a young girl in a dress he deemed inappropriate... what a champ eh?

I am so glad the elderly lady unleashed her opinion on him, his attitude and outlook on life is cracked, to assume a stranger has no self respect because she choose to wear a short dress in kinda dangerous. You can see the full, amazing run down here. One of my favourite nuggets from the exchange has to be "now fuck off back to your bored wife". Hear hear.

At the end of the day, I’m siding with my hero – if you want to wear a short dress, bikini, short shorts or a mankini, man or woman - own it and wear it.

Rowdy Ramblers

Rowdy Ramblers

One sunny, delightful Saturday in July - I went on a ramble and it was rowdy, the 'rowdy rambler' title can live on. A lovely lady has been organising these rather fantastic rambles for years, this was my first, it was splendid.

It was quite an achievement to add to my list making it to Victoria station on time - we were all meeting at 10.30 am, I woke up at 9.30 am, hungover. I arrived lagging behind my pal, iced coffee, headache tablets and a Pret tuna baguette in hand. Hurdle number one had been tackled. We were starting the walk / hike / ramble in Hassocks before making the 11 mile walk to Lewes to travel back.

As you have probably grasped by now, the place / places were beaut. There is something magical about escaping the city for the day, wandering through fields and getting a big hit of fresh air. The meandering paths turned rather frequently into uphill paths, my bum muscles complained the next day, I however, did not. Half way through, we stopped at one of the most wondrous pubs I have ever stumbled across for a refuel with food and cider to help us on our way. The pub had an abundance of charm, local ciders and a bow of free tampons in the ladies (what a bloody nice touch eh?).

So, a run down of the day - hangover, iced coffee, train, fields, sun, merchandised hats, a mirage ice cream van, fields, hikers with walking sticks, cider, fields, greeness, air, sheep, pub lunch, cider, fields, forest, views, fields, road, laughter, 'banter', rowdiness, cider, pub, train, tube, walk, dirty burger, bed.

All in a days work, as they say... If you have any brill suggestions for new rambling destinations, do leave me a comment - I have caught the 'rambling' bug it seems. Speak soon x