Ryan Gosling

Listen: if you have a soft spot for the male gender, then you probably fancy Ryan Gosling. No? Good. One less person I have to fight off.

I feel like I fancied Ryan Gosling before the whole 'hey girl' hype - I was oblivious to it until last year, when everybody made Memes to encourage revision. How dare you prostitute my Ryan like that! Nevertheless, I loved him through and through. To make it official, my dear friend Alice bought me a 'Mrs Ryan Gosling' mug which I whip out in case a person ever gets out of line. Yes, we belong together, this is serious stuff.

…Through all the Etsy Gosling earrings and the commercialised Ryan tops, I've stood tall. I've stood away. But let's just say my wardrobe is slowly becoming infiltrated.

Exhibit A - a great present from my lovely friends, Franzi and Pug Sarah (…her real name is just Sarah, hahah).

Does it not look like I have no legs?
Excuse the derpy expression.

Oh what. It reads (at the bottom where my shorts (Topshop)

RYAN GOSLING

If you find him or look-a-like please contact me

Genius.

I wore this outfit on my first trip to, *drumroll* Five Guys. YUM!?!

I got the bacon burger with grilled onions, a still peach Fanta (I know, excuse me?!? right?) and a 'Little fries'. Big shoutout to my lovely friend Em for taking me. It was gloriousness. I've had better burgers but if I had the opportunity to roll around in a bed of little fries, I wouldn't pass it up. Each piece was so delectable I had trouble keeping my saliva in my mouth. …Just when you thought I was oh so lady like. Deal wit it.

L.

Borough Market

It seems a bit unforgivable that I live in close proximity to Borough Market, but have yet to write about it in my blog post. I hang my head in shame. But don't fret - for I spent my late Saturday morning enjoying the hustle and bustle with my good friend Kiara.

We set off at around 3, which seemed like a 'safe' time to go. By safe, I don't mean protection from obscure weapons or burly looking members of the public that are far too sketchy to hold conversation with. No no no. I mean, safe from tourists.

It was not.

(I can't quite be so judgmental against tourists because I'm not a "proper Londoner" - I myself am just an 8 month-long tourist. I feel like I can classify myself as 'one of the people' after at least one year. Am I straying from the point? Yes.)

Despite the chaos of Borough Market on a Saturday and feeling like nobody knows how to walk properly, it's worth the trip every. single. time.

I felt a little too lazy to make lunch so I decided to silence my stomach by taking a trip to one of the food stalls. We perused the long line of selection until I had made my choice: The Boston Burger. Yeehaw. I was drawn in just by its name: the smells, the look, and the sound of the beef patty sizzling on the grill were all salivating bonuses that were definite deal sealers for me. At £5 (£7 if you want a double!) the Boston Burger is your non-standard, 'special' burger. It's no McDonalds fake or Burger King wannabe… it's the Macbook among Dell's, if you will.

Mouth watering beef. Melted ooh-la-la stilton cheese. Wiggle-inducing rocket (and I don't even like rocket!). Eye-opening onion chutney. All of these flavours tucked tightly in a white bun? Can I get an AMEN?!

Don't mind my tuft of hair. It can't be tamed.

Chow dat burger.

They also do a sausage equivalent?!?! If that's not
diversification, I dunno what is.

Seriously, great stuff. Especially when you had a tummy full of alcohol the night before.

We then perused a couple more stalls and the vitamin D soaked into our skin. Yay for a natural mood boost!

We ended our little trip at a juice bar. I hadn't yet tried these juices, but the smell of crushed fruit and veg emanated from the stall made it a done deal. I wanted the apple, mango and cucumber juice but they had no cucumber?! In a market?! Surrounded by vegetable stalls?! Shame. The juice I had (pineapple, mint and something I can't remember… oops. Turning 19 must be affecting me already.) was so refreshing but I didn't like all the mint leaves that made themselves comfortable in between my teeth. Ew. But at least it was fresh, and for £4, was a nice treat. My tummy did feel the tinge of acid after a while, but it can make do.

I had such a nice time at Borough and all though it is so close and the novelty has kind of worn out, it's still such a pleasure to visit with company. Yay for food-orientated activities.

L.