Angry & Lonely

As the USA rejoices, I am reminded that I live in the only country in the British Isles that does not allow gay marriage, or marriage as I like to call it. Northern Ireland. What a backwards little country. It angers me that if I fall in love with a girl someday, I won’t be able to marry her here. Don’t get me wrong, I believe that the majority of the young population want equal marriage, but the DUP seem to be stuck in the last century in regards to homosexuality, shown by their suggestion of the conscience clause and comments such as “the facts show you certainly don’t bring a child up in a homosexual relationship”.

Pink News

As the rest of the world moves forward, Northern Ireland seems to move back

Yep, these are the people who govern us. So as the R.O.Ireland and the USA enjoy equal marriage, please spare a thought for us poor souls stuck in Northern Ireland.

Lucy.

SONG OF THE WEEK Loic Nottet Rhythm Inside

Long time no see – it’s been over a month since I’ve done song of the week, so I will waste no time in pretending that Rhythm Inside isn’t from Eurovision. This was Belgium’s entry from 19 year old Loïc Nottet which finished a respectable fourth place. Many have drawn comparisons to Lorde’s Royals, but, please, stop nit-picking and just enjoy a good song.

Lyrics:

Listen to the sound of thunder
Rolling in the soul down under
Far beneath the skin, it rumbles
Step to the step of the drum that rolls inside
Be you enemy or lover
We are put here to discover
The heart that beats within each other
We gonna rapapa rapapa.
We gonna rapapa tonight
And if we die, tomorrow
What’ll we have to show
For the wicked ways
Down below
The rhythm inside is telling us
We can fly tomorrow
On the beautiful wind that blows
On a cosmic track, love attack
I‘m gonna get that rhythm back

Be you enemy or brother
We were put here to discover
The heart that beats within each other
We’re gonna rompanpan, rompanpan
We’re gonna rompanpan tonight
And if we die, tomorrow
What’ll we have to show
For the wicked ways
Down below
The rhythm inside is telling us
We can fly tomorrow
On the beautiful wind that blows
On a cosmic track, love attack
I‘m gonna get that rhythm back

Lucy.

Maybelline Great Lash Mascara

Ah, the iconic make-up bag staple, Great Lash Mascara. It was the first ‘proper’ mascara that I bought at age 11 and remains my favourite at age fifteen. I’ve tried many drugstore mascaras from L’Oreal to Rimmel, Soap & Glory to Bourjois, yet I keep on coming back to Great Lash.

Why do I love it? Well, wow, where to start?

  1. Price: at £4.99, this is a bargain. I believe it is $7.99 in the USA.
  2. Clumps: none in sight
  3. Brush: simple yet small, therefore easy to get every lash
  4. Colour range: Black, Brown, Blackest Black and Waterproof – I am currently using Blackest Black although I have used all four. I think that there are more options, but these are the colours usually found in UK shops.
  5. Removal: comes off with a standard make up wipe or make up remover,it doesn’t smudge too easily

The only fault that I can find is that it can a while to dry, but as long as you keep your hands away from your eyes for 5 minutes, this isn’t a problem!

Lucy.

“We all fight over what the label ‘feminism’ means…

“We all fight over what the label ‘feminism’ means but for me it’s about empowerment . It’s not about being more powerful than men – it’s about having equal rights with protection, support, justice. It’s about very basic things. It’s not a badge like a fashion item.”

-Annie Lennox

Today somebody called me told me that that I am ‘anti-feminist’ because I said that I would be uncomfortable going topless. I think they’re the ones who are being ‘anti-feminist’ by suggesting that I don’t know what’s right for me. Did it even occur to them that I’m big chested and find going braless a bit uncomfortable? And what the fuck does clothing choices have to do with feminism?

Lucy.

Month 8 of studying the Gospel of Matthew

Sir, how did Jesus die?

Our teacher may have proceeded to cry.

Lucy.

The political knowledge of a 15 year old girl

“Lucy, when did Gerry Adams die?”

“He didn’t”

“But I thought he died”

“He’s in the Republic of Ireland now”

“But I thought he was prime minister of the UK”

I hope she never decides to do A Level politics.

Lucy.

Proper Coconut Fudge

A while back I had a craving for coconut fudge, homemade of course. I googled it and was sorely disappointed when I could find was health food. ‘Paleo’, ‘no sugar’ and ‘fat free’ came up over and over again. “Where’s the proper fudge made with milk, butter and sugar” I asked myself, so I set out on a mission to invent my own fattening, unhealthy coconut fudge.

“Variety of fudge at a shop” by benjgibbs – originally posted to Flickr as Fudge

Ingredients

  • 300ml milk (full fat, fat free or semi skimmed, no matter)
  • 350g sugar
  • 60g butter
  • 40g coconut oil
  • 1tbsp vanilla essence
  • 20g desiccated coconut

Firstly, dump the sugar, milk, coconut oil and butter into a large saucepan and allow the butter and coconut oil to melt before bringing to the boil. Stir vigorously until it reaches 114°, at which point take it off the heat and allowed it to cool for a minute. Add the vanilla essence and desiccated coconut and stir without mercy. Pour/scrape into a greased tin and allow it to cool at room temperature – don’t put it in the fridge. Just don’t.

Ta dah, you have just exceeded your daily calorific limit!

Lucy.