RIP Company Magazine

So yesterday Company Magazine, which has been in circulation for 36 years, announced that their October issue would be their last. This is so upsetting that a print magazine that has managed to survive for so may years will no longer exist. This echoes a similar story of Sugar Magazine which went bust in 2011 after 17 years in print. Company magazine has, in the last few years, played an active part of my life as it has taught me so many new things and inspired my interest in writing and fashion and I will be very very sad to see them go.

This, to me, marks the end of the print magazine. I believe that in around 20 years we will look back and reminisce about the times that we used to physically buy magazines in the way we used to buy VHS movies or Desktop PCs. I think that it is very sad that yet another part of our lives is falling victim to this new, ever changing digitised world that we live in.

However, the truth of the matter is that digital magazines are technically more practical and environmentally friendly than magazines which can be bulky and eventually end up in the bin. It just saddens me that I can actively see our world changing and not in a way that I necessarily agree with. I just know that I'll make sure to support the print magazine industry as I do every month, for as long as I can.

The only thing that is constant is change and I suppose that is something I need to get my head round, and fast.

Not saying sorry

I say sorry way to much and I am finally putting my foot down!

It seems as though an essential characteristic trait of any 'British' person is to say sorry more often than we breathe. I say it so much that it has lost all meaning and I finally realised that when I do say it I don't really mean it and I'm not a fan of meaningless conversation.

It finally hit me, literally, when someone walked into me from behind when I was shopping at the weekend yet, as absurd as it sounds, I apologised. What exactly it was that I apologised for I'm still not certain. 

Was it for being in their way? Was it for not having eyes in the back of my head? Was it for making a dent in their clothes? I don't know. And I'm pretty sure that I never will.

Either way from now on I refuse to apologise for anything unless I really mean it. I'll just have to ignore the death stares and drown out the incessant tutting that is bound to follow me around.

Commitment phobe

I started this blog months ago with the hope that I would regularly post witty,interesting and (hopefully) compelling pieces.

However, like most things in my life I posted a few times, and got bored and moved on. So here goes my second attempt at this new world of blogging. 

I don't know why but I find it really hard to stick to things and the thought of making long term plans or regularly doing something makes me anxious because although I know I'll be stuck in for a while my interest will begin to fade and before long I'll be over it. 

Examples of my lack of commitment include

Weekly Gymnastics and Trampolining sessions- when I was younger I used to attend gymnastics and trampolining classes at my local leisure centre until I began to make excuses to my mum about why I didn't want to go and eventually quit

My college newspaper I signed up for the experience but quit, mainly due to clashes with the teacher in charge.

I dislike watching films as I get bored 

I also rarely finish books that I start reading

I think I can probably blame my commitment issues on the fact that I find it very difficult to maintain interest in things. I even got distracted writing this post as I decided that it would be the perfect time to sync my phone to my pc.

My mid-year resolution is to learn how to commit to things because life is too short to procrastinate it all away! 

I'm gonna aim for at least one post a week, so wish me luck!

8 ways to pretend to be a Londoner( for newbies)

1.       The golden rule- NEVER, talk to, make eye contact with or even acknowledge any other person. EVER. Especially on the tube!!!!!!

2.       You have to hate all tourists, even if you were one yourself a few months ago. Almost instantly after moving to London you will treasure the time you spend outside of Zone 1 purely for the avoidance of tourists.

3.       BUY AN OYSTER CARD. There is nothing more annoying that someone stopping and fidgeting with a paper ticket at the ticket barriers when you’re in a rush. Again, as I said before, even if that person was you a few months ago

4.       DON’T STOP MOVING. Excuse the S-Club 7 reference, but seriously don’t ever stop moving in the following places: in public. London, as we all know is a very busy place, and if you ignored rule number two and find yourself in central London, you’ll know that crowds are not an uncommon commodity. THERE IS NOTHING MORE ANNOYING THAN SOMEONE WHO JUST STOPS WALKING IN FRONT OF YOU. Especially when you have somewhere to be.

5.       Following on from rule numbers 3 and 4, always pretend that you’re incredibly busy and in a rush in order to give off an air of importance as well as to show fellow Londoners that you’re not a tourist who tends to have a habit of moving at a leisurely (slow) pace.

6.       NEVER take photos of the bog standard landmarks, you’ll look like a tourist and who needs to see ANOTHER photo of the London eye or St. Pauls? Seriously, we all know what they look like.

7.       Learn to accept the fact that you will be broke. But you will still eat out. And go shopping. And pretend that you are not broke.

8.       If you want to be really committed, learn which tube train doors you need to get on to make sure you’re close to the exit when you get to your destination. This can be a life saver. When you’re tired or if it’s really busy those platforms can be MILES long.