Film Review - Cemetery Junction

 

Weirdly, the main character isn't the one in the middle, maybe that was the photographer's idea to trick us? I don't know.

Either way, this film is brilliant and is available from HMV for a very reasonable five English pounds, which, for a film of this quality, is a bargain.

I've wanted to see this film since it was released in 2010, purely because of the line which the main character (Freddie's) mum says:

Why do you want to go to France? There's parts of Reading you haven't seen!

It follows a group of  men in 1970's Britain, all wanting to break out of their boring hometown, but ofcourse in movie-land nothing is ever so simple! Freddie ends up falling for his boss' daughter Julie, who also dreams of leaving Cemetery Junction - there's just the slight setback of her being engaged!

It features Ricky Gervais as Freddie's father, who is pretty hilarious, although a tad offensive in a they-could-say-it-in-the-seventies way.

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Buy, watch, enjoy.

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Although me and Hannah have agreed to make this more of a "Fashion and Lifestyle" blog, I thought that I would still post fashionable things, but not feel so limited that I can only write about that. As I have mentioned before, I do not deem myself truly qualified to talk about what looks good.

Last night, I went shopping with my parents (I know, aren't I the cool kid?) and went into Schuh. I adore Schuh, they have so many quirky and unusual styles of shoes that you can't help but fall in love with them. I had every intention of coming out with a pair of Irregular Choice heels - I have been eyeing up the brand for quite some years.

                                          

I asked one of the awesome looking employees for a pair in a size six, and OHMYGOD were they comfortable! They do not feel like they have the heel that they do; it's a shame I can't say the same about my prom shoes! However, after much twisting my feet around in the mirror, I decided that I barely ever wear heels and with them being so patterned, I'd probably wear them even less than I wear my black platforms!

So, I was back to square one. 

That was when my eyes drifted over the Dr.Martins stand... I've been eyeing up a pair of the floral variety ever since I became an avid fan of Lookbook and they had a Dr.Martins competition. Even my Dad liked them, I couldn't decide if this was good or bad, but seeing as he paid for them, it more than likely helped my case. They make my feet look like boats, but I don't even care.

My brother thinks they're hideous, but he wears shorts, a T-Shirt, Hi-Tops and a woolly hat all at the same time and therefore he has no opinion on the matter.

I like them, no matter what!

I live in skinnies, so they'll go with most things that I wear, and they won't look terrible with shorts & tights either!

My 10 inspirational redheaded women

Me and Holly agreed to make this more of a personal blog from now on, and I think I need to vent.
I'm having a difficult day today, not many things in particular are immediately wrong, but I'm just one of those moods where my face feels all droopy and sad.

I don't feel particularly trapped, or like I've hit a dead end today, neither infact do I feel all that hopeless and failure prone. I feel ugly, everyday I do, but that's purely superficial and shallow, today I feel inadequate, which you may not understand. Yes, without sounding as though I'm bragging, I have got into the three sixth forms I applied for basically just because of my good grades, and yes, I may have just ten minutes ago played guitar and piano, and read and drew, and walked and breathed and anything else I may take for granted.
But all this seems in vain when I know exactly what I unconditionally want. And as I think about this and what to type to put it into a words, a song called 'Miracle' is playing, and I'm starting to think I might need one.

About five minutes ago I was on Annika's blog, reading through her previous posts, I found one named, 'Ten reasons to adore redheads', and she had listed her ten most influential and inspirational red haired women. I haven't listened to my favourite band, Paramore properly in over two weeks; I was trying to give myself a break so I would appreciate them more when I listened again. And as I was reading through Annika's list, the song on my iTunes shuffle changed, and Hayley's voice sung in my ear again for the first time in what seemed like forever. As soppy and pathetic as this may all seem so far, it gets worse, I started to cry, and as the song got to the line 'and I'm sitting here all alone, feeling empty', I realised that's what I am, today I'm empty, tomorrow I might not be, who knows with my fluctuating emotions!

The song changed again to another Paramore song, 'For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic', and then I started to write this, how is it that a song, something you cannot touch, something not physically existing, can fill me?
And then I decided that I should write my ten most inspirational redheaded women, number 1 being, the beautiful, uplifting and seemingly endlessly positive Hayley Williams, how I love her!

Number 2, (these, like Annika's, not in any order) Lana Del Rey;

So sorry, but this is to be continued, as today is my brother's birthday, (Happy Birthday Joshy), and I do not have a time, I hope you can appreciate the first part and await eight more amazing ginger women!

Part 1 of Hannah's prom dress trilogy

I am known for my indecisive clothes buying, and a prom dress, a single prom dress for one night only, is a massive choice!

Here is the first section of my dress journey!

So my initial idea, all those months ago, was to have a gothicy black corset dress, because I liked the idea of looking all witchy and corpse bride-y! I soon found my sense and realised prom is not a dress up party, (will someone tell this to some other girls?!), and I would look an utter fool - so i did the corpse bride thing to Halloween instead!

I wanted to look like myself! Just a version I wish I looked like everyday!

So I thought, I'll have a plum dress! A nice colour, an underrated colour, a colour that is acceptable!

So,
here I go into the nearest wedding and prom dress shop, and I'm so nervous! I really hate being the centre of interest, being asked for my direct opinion and showing more flesh than I need too, and this was a frightening mix of the three!

Oh cruel attention! I really, really, really hated it, and the people were so lovely, it didn't make it any easier for me to be critical, or infact honest! The dresses were all amazing, just not what I wanted! But after trying on a grey, red, bright purple, dark green and navy blue, I wasn't sure what colour I was looking for either, but I have to say - rare moment of self - complimenting, savour it - that the dark blue didn't look too shabby against my pale skin or contrast terribly with my blue eyes.

Walking out of that shop I felt slightly more apprehensive, I really had expected to like them more than I did, was the prom dress I wanted out there at all?!

DUN DUN DUN!!


Wait for Part 2 to find out more!

Jeepers Creepers!

As I was in the back of my cousin's car yesterday, on our way (the wrong way, I might add) to the destination of one of our escapades, we drove past a wearer of creepers, or brothel creepers, to give them their full name, and the name which I prefer.


But this creeper-owner was not what you would expect - they were not an 18-year-old girl with her top button fastened and a huge following on both Lookbook and Tumblr. Firstly, he was male.
He was a man, he was old (with grey hair) and was wearing an electric blue suit, might I mention at this point that his brothel creepers were red. Red shoes and a blue suit, eye-catching, aye? Although, colour-clashing is supposedly in this season, but I'm not entirely convinced that he had read Company magazine before heading out that morning.


I would actually quite enjoy a pair of creepers, however I do not believe that I have the right "look" to carry them off. That, and they are quite an investment, which would mean asking for a considerable donation from Mother and I don't think she would approve of me buying a pair of shoes with the word "brothel" in the name.


A bit of history here for you, they're called brothel creepers because soliders who'd just come back from WW2 went to the "nightspots of London" in shoes of this style, and they became known as brothel creepers because of this.


The first time I ever saw creepers was on Frankie from the third generation of Skins in 2009, and since then they have gained in popularity thanks to the revival of the grunge trend.

  

Prom dresses!

Yesterday was a great day, because Mum got in from work and took me to a prom dress shop!


It was only a small local place, so I wasn't too optimistic about going, I thought that it would help me get a better idea of what I want, but I didn't think I'd find my dress. The shop had apparently been very busy, because of it being half term so a lot of girls were going prom dress shopping with their mums, but me and my mum had the shop to ourselves, which was really lovely because there was only one changing room and getting in and out of those dresses can be pretty time-consuming!
Firstly, I tried on a gorgeous dark blue fishtail number, it turned out to be too small and because of the fishtail shape, it was really quite difficult to walk in. The colour was gorgeous though, so the idea of a navy dress was planted further into my mind...
Then, I tried on a green dress. It had lacing up the back, and was a really cool olive colour that also shimmered a shade of brown, it had a sweetheart neckline and was strapless, with some gems along the top. Down on my hip was another swirl of sequins and beads... that was it. The dress.
I tried on a couple of other designs - an interesting dark red dress with more sparkle and the skirt was made up of petal shaped pieces of fabric, it was really nice, but the colour of it just didn't go as well with my pale skin and ginger hair as the olive dress. And finally, I tried on a yellow dress - the bodice on it was beautiful, but only someone with a nice tan and dark hair could have shown off that dress to it's full potential - and with the name of this blog being Moonkissed - I think you know that I wasn't the person to wear that dress.
So, I put the green dress back on, with high bridal shoes and I tucked in my bra straps to make myself look slightly more elegant. I loved it. I still love it. I didn't want to take it off!
I'm sorry that I don't have a picture to show you - maybe I will have when I go for my next fitting, as it was about six inches too long for me, even with heels on!

Have you fallen in love with me yet?

Happy Valentine's Day everybody!


Being the old romantic that I am, I bought my boyfriend an Etch-a-Sketch for Valentine's Day (yes, you can laugh - everyone else did!) and I threw in some Pop Tarts and Love Heart sweets - the Pop Tarts because he'd never had any before - insert shocked face here - and the Love Heart sweets because he likes them and that's about as soppy as I'm ever going to get. And what did he buy me? A ukulele which, by the way, is absolutely brilliant and I've already just about got to grips with "Anyone Else But You" by the Moldy Peaches, which is featured on the Juno soundtrack, one of my favourite films ever.


My outfit was nothing amazing - I wore shorts and tights because I was out of clean jeans and don't know how my washing machine works. The T-Shirt is my boyfriend's which he gave me because it's too small for him, and because Ghostbusters was the first movie we ever watched together at his house back in the summer. The hoodie was from Topshop when I went shopping with my cousin and blew all my birthday money on clothes.