Thursday, 18 December 2014

Drunk James' How To: Infuse Vodka

So, I mentioned a while ago that I started infusing vodka and today I thought I'd fill you in on how I do it. It's so simple, so simple in fact that I can do it!

What you'll need:

- Vodka
- The thing you want to infuse (I'm using raspberry apple tea because I'm lazy)
- A jar/container of some description to make the magic happen inside of

How you'll do it:

- First, pour your desired amount of regret juice into your jar or receptacle.

- Cool job! Secondly, put your desired infusing-thing into the jar. Since I'm using tea it's a case of just sticking the tea bags into the jar. If you're putting some real life effort into this and using something like an apple then you'll want to cut it up before hand (was that an obvious thing to say? Should I have more faith in your abilities?)

- Wow, you're doing great! Now act like André 3000 and shake it like a polaroid picture!

- Awesome, are you sure you haven't done this before!? Now you're going to want to keep it in your refrigerator for however long you want really. If you've used fruit or a vegetable or something then it might take a couple days to really get the flavour infused, just make sure to shake the jar every once in a while. If you're lazy like me and you used tea then it should only take a couple hours (you'll still have to shake it a couple times during that though).

And that's that! I've found that raspberry apple tea vodkas goes great with mango juice, give it a try, tell me what you think. Also, you can just drink it by itself and it tastes great! (be careful, this is likely to end in a questionable manner). Let me know what infusions you make (if any) and why not try infusing a different alcohol like tequila!? 

So, I'll see you next time I guess.

p.s. is this like my third blog post this month? I don't know what's come over me but I'm loving it!
p.p.s I'm heading home for christmas in a couple days so expect to hear tales of my family escapades.

Friday, 12 December 2014

The Hobbit. 3 Films. 1 Session.

So, on Thursday 11th December 2014 at 6pm I entered the cinema with live-in-friend Jess to see all three of The Hobbit films. With sustenance in hand I sat in a chair for nine hours with a bunch of strangers.

 First things first, I loved it. Second things second, this was my first time ever watching The Hobbit (I haven't read it either, oops). And, third things third, I only just saw the first Lord of The Rings film like a week ago (scandalous, I know).

This is the first time I've ever done one of these movie marathon things in the cinema and it's a really interesting experience. It's when you enter into the 7th hour and you're in complete solidarity with the room as you feel emotionally spent. 

Jess and I were dressed like we were lounging in our own living room, comfort levels on high (we literally brought a blanket). In a stark contrast to the preparedness of Jess and I, a lot of the audience were wearing suits, I didn't know why, I still don't understand it - it couldn't of been a comfortable experience.

All in all I thought the films were great! Martin Freeman/Bilbo is bae, as is Radagast . . . and Legolas . . . and Tauriel . . . and Kili (basically everyone). The fight scene in the second film, where Legolas, Tauriel and the Dwarfs are fighting the Orcs whilst sailing down the river in some barrels, is nothing short of legendary. Also, as the films come from one book the flow between the films (especially since I watched them all in one go) is so smooth and I really appreciate how it was done.

The best thing about this was that I only had to pay £1.60 for this screening because of my Cineworld card which is great! Also, it was the first time I've felt I've enjoyed a 3D film.

I highly suggest you go see the final instalment of Bilbo's story and if you can go do a three film feature like I did then definitely do.

I captured my journey between films on instagram:

2 down, 1 to go. Hobbit is love. Hobbit is life.

3 films. 9 hours. Full Hobbit education.

p.s. two blog posts in one month! can you believe it!?

Tuesday, 2 December 2014

My Blonde Moment

So, on the night of All Hallows' Eve I bleached my hair and started a month of being blonde (mostly, it was blue/grey/green for a little while but let's not focus on that).

Now, being blonde was interesting, I felt I had to change up how I dressed as my clothes didn't match my new fair locks but; I want to talk about the whole concept of blondes having more fun. It's bullshit in my experience. I'd dare to say I had less fun.

I don't know what it was about my hair but it seemed to invite unwanted attention in clubs. I'm 19 so I'm used to the usual thing of being in a club, someone checking you out and it's all a nice experience that leaves me feeling confident. Until they touch me. Now, I don't liked to be touched in the best of circumstances (but that's an issue for another day) so when drunk, sweaty strangers grope me I got a little freaked out. 
When I say groped I mean just that. I was grabbed and felt and squeezed all without my consent, something that never used to happen frequently as a brunette. The frequency of these incidents went from a rarity to a guarantee every night out. One night my housemate and I decided to go out last minute - we arrived at the club fully sober, fully aware of all the drunk people surrounding us. We were stood off to the side - completely out of the way of everyone - when a guy walking passed manoeuvred his way between my friend and me just so he could run his hand so overtly over my stomach and chest before he carried on his merry way. This was the first incident of a night full of arse pinching and attempts at coping a feel. I left this night so uncomfortable that I've not been to the club since.

I decided to dye my hair back after a particular night. I was walking to a bus stop from a club and on my way I had people try to get me to come into clubs and bars with them, someone tried to get me to go to a hotel with them and I even had some guys try to get me in a car. This 30 minute part of my night turned what was a good night into me not wanting to be out by myself anymore.

Now I know that these events may have nothing to do with me being blonde, it might have just been that November was a month full of very horny people that decided I was appealing no matter what my hair colour was. But, I felt my confidence slipping so much, all because of the colour of my hair.

This post doesn't really make much sense but I just wanted to touch on it and let you know that I have been doing those bucket list items I wrote about all that time ago (I do have some sort of my shit together guys!)

Anyway, I have dark hair again and my inner goth is whole once more. I also look great, so, enjoy some visual record of this time:

p.s. I've got a job now, I actually do my uni work and I'm starting to write again. It's all coming up Milhouse.