Why do we always think the worst?

This afternoon, I was out shopping on Oxford Street with my sister and as is the norm the place was packed with shoppers, many of them tourists. I bought a periwinkle cardigan and black harem trousers and tried on a few maxi dresses but because I am incredibly short, those were left behind. I was happy with my purchases but they were not the only things I brought back with me.

Somewhere in between one shop and another, amongst a throng of people walking past each other, one stopped and handed me an object. It was unexpected and my automatic response was to take it. I hardly had time to look at the curly-haired woman who gave it to me and did not look at the object itself until she was gone, leaving my sister and I in a state of confusion.

Here is what she gave me:

After we had gotten over the initial surprise our thoughts naturally turned to the worst conclusions. My sister thought that it might be a computer virus and I thought that it might be the stolen data of a major corporation or bank that had been hidden with an unsuspecting stranger who know one would suspect (me), to be collected at a later date. Neither of us thought, maybe it could be a….I can’t even think of anything positive that it could be.

Is it a city thing to be suspicious of everybody’s motives? A result of reading too many crime novels or watching too much CSI? Or even watching too much news? Why did we automatically think the worst?

I’m wondering what other people would think in the same situation. What do you think is on the SD card? I’m not going to dare to find out but I’d like to read your thoughts.


High Court Fashion: The Horse Wig?

I can now proudly say that I have completed a full 2 weeks of work (experience) and let not anyone else say that it went to waste. As well as becoming an expert in a wide array of menial office jobs; photocopying, shredding, printing, hole punching, filing; I also managed to gain an insightful look into the world of High Court fashion.

Last week, I had my first visit to court. I sat in on the case of an 18-year-old who had been growing cannabis in his flat, not your typical houseplant but who’s to say he was going to smoke it? Can’t a teenager grow cannabis anymore without people making assumptions?

Apparently not. The judge did not seem to agree with me, refusing to believe that the boy was using the cannabis as an eclectic piece of house hold decor due to the high unlikeliness of it (and the fact that he pleaded guilty).

Away from the drama of the court room, the friendly barrister met with me and shared his job description, court stories and valuable  fashion tips. Dressed in a classy black robe, shiny shoes and a charming grey wig that brought out the blue in his eyes, he was willing to impart on me his knowledge of the competitive, sharp and colourful world of high court fashion.

Not surprisingly, my eyes were drawn to the curled up wig on his head that did little for his physique and aged his appearance by a decade. Around the court-house it seemed to be a fashion fad, as every serious faced lawyer was given a comical appearance by their greying locks. This trend goes back to early Tudor times when black flat bonnets or caps were worn in court. Since then, lawyers and judges have decided that they would much rather wear hair. What an improvement! 

This court accessory does not come cheap either with prices ranging from around £300 to £1,000. A ridiculous amount for a wig if I do say so myself. One should not have to pay such a fortune to look one’s very  best in the presence of judge and jury. Why such a high price for a wig? Is it designer? Gucci? Prada?

No, but close.It is in fact made out of pure horse hair which is apparently quite expensive. At first they were made of human hair.People in debt would sell their hair to the wigmaker, and there was a  trade in the hair of the dead.

Should any one of my readers want to wear horse hair on their head or feels the need to purchase one of these delightful wigs follow here is one I found online at a bargain price:

Dark Blonde Barrister’s Wig

Hand Made From 100%Pure Horse Hair

PRICE £305.00


Back from holiday already- I beat the V.A.T increase

I’m back from my ‘far too short’ holiday in Algeria and despite my reluctance to go I found that I actually enjoyed myself and was quite sad to come back (nothing to do with the fact I have to go to school tomorrow). Algeria was a welcome break from the cold and miserable London weather that I am used to and with sunny alfresco lunches and warm temperatures of around 20°C it was easy to forget that it was winter time. I also managed to spend some quality bonding time with my family and just relax without the stress of normal life. That’s one of the great things about being on holiday. You sort of leave your responsibilities behind, at least I did. No homework, no chores…bliss. But then the time went by so quickly and suddenly I’m back to reality. I have to revise for a history test, the weekly shopping needs to be done and V.A.T is increasing. Yes, the economy is terrible and the news of rising prices is so very depressing. As soon as we landed back in London and were heading home the radio presenter was all too eager to bring our holidays to a sad end and dampen our good moods with the news of the rising price of everything. My father’s solution was to go out and buy an extra freezer and stock up before the increase tomorrow and my mother’s was to buy a new saucepan. Or maybe I’m getting mixed up with the january sales?

Back and Blogging,


P.S- Happy New Year!!

Snow causes disruptions

Mr Snowman

My sisters' snowman-a beacon of hope

London has been hit-hard. At least that’s how they’re making it out to be. The way people are panicking and complaining one would think that we were all trapped in our houses with no means of escape, huddled together in the dark next to a weakly lit candle as we waited for outside help,worrying that our final tins of food would soon run out. But that is definitely not the case. It can’t be that bad if I could go shopping  today and still find the shopping centre full. Poor shoppers, did the snow push them all the way to the shops and force them to spend all their hard-earned cash? Did they slip all the way to the shoes aisle? How tragic.

That’s not to say that I’m particularly happy about the snow situation in London. The way people have reacted is both annoying and depressing. Turn on the news and you get an elongated weather forecast. Turn on the radio and you get an elongated weather forecast. Facebook- elongated weather forecast. One hint of snow and all my online friends seem to feel the need to report it. I get it. It’s snowing. Moving on now…

Let’s not forget whose fault the snow is. The government is fully responsible for the fact that snow is falling as I type. What a bunch of amateur politicians. Evidently they are unable to take care of the proper running of this country. First, they bring us into a recession. Then, they raise student fees. And now, as if all that was not enough; they make it snow. They have ruined the holidays of thousands of people,at least my family’s holiday…

Due to heavy snow and icy conditions many airports are not operating as normal. Many flights were cancelled, runways closed and people stranded. My father and sisters were scheduled to fly to Algeria yesterday morning. They woke up early, all packed and ready to go, said their goodbyes and they were off. Imagine my disappointment when they were back an hour later because their flight had been cancelled. I was looking forward to a week of peace with my mum but was denied it because of the snow government. They are still here and they don’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon as the snow is still falling. The only positive outcome of the snow is that I have no school. My school doesn’t break up until Friday, after which my mother and I are scheduled to jet off to Algeria if all goes well and the flight isn’t cancelled. Fingers crossed.

Hope the snow isn’t ruining your holidays,