TOWIE: Love it, or hate it?

As soon as I heard about The Only Way Is Essex coming to ITV2, it was a definite no for me. “Why would I want to watch that, I just know the people on it will annoy me?” I said to my friends. They assured me it was good but I was sceptical. Four series in and the hype still hasn’t died down, so I thought I’d give it a try.

So far I’ve watched eight episodes, and I still can’t figure out whether I like it or not. It’s full of people who have awful plastic surgery, have far more money than sense, and who wouldn’t even know what a dictionary looked like if it hit them in the face. Basically, it’s full of people not like me.

The thing is, I shouldn’t care if Lauren’s breast implants are dodgy, or if Arg and Lydia have broken up for good, but I do! It’s so unlike me – these sorts of things could not bother me less. However, for some reason I just can’t seem to tear myself away. Maybe it’s because they are so unlike me, I feel like I am spying into a life totally different to my own. Like, I wish I could throw fantastic parties, or have amazing clothes, or have a boyfriend that buys me a £1000 pair of shoes. I’d love it! Unfortunately that isn’t my life.

But what gets me is the fact that it’s not actually reality TV. Well it is, but it isn’t. They call it ‘structured reality’, and I’m not sure what to believe. Did Lucy actually find those messages her boyfriend Mario was sending to other girls, or was it all set up? Was she genuinely upset, or was it all just a scam? I can’t seem to work out how much of it is real, and how much is fake. Am I being conned into believing a load of crap?

I’m almost disappointed in myself for liking it so much. I don’t learn anything from it, I can’t relate to the people in it, and it’s not even that entertaining. But for some reason, I just can’t resist getting my fake tan on and sitting in my dressing gown twice a week to watch it.

What are your views? Love it, or hate it?


Valentine’s Day – Leave me alone!

I don’t know what it is about me, but something seems to attract all the weirdos. And I don’t like it. It’s like I have a secret force inside me that just pulls them in. Even as a child I was the one being given the baby picture of someone in a heart shaped frame, and these strange people have followed me throughout my years. From creepos who go through my old pictures on Facebook and like them, to total mingers that smell like wee, they all just seem to love me.

Today it’s Valentine’s Day, (and my first single one in years) which basically means that these people can pop up on Facebook, having not spoken to me for years and be like ‘Hey Kim, happy Valentine’s Day, what are your plans for tonight?’ bla bla bla. I AM NOT INTERESTED. I DO NOT CARE, IF I WANTED TO SPEAK TO YOU THEN I WOULD. Please just leave me alone.

This Valentine’s Day, I’m not interested in getting chocolates, or going out to dinner, and I’m especially not interested in talking to total mingers on Facebook. I’m going to go out with my friends and do some friend-style bonding. So if anyone pretends to be interested in what colour my hair is or what my tattoo says, they are going to get well and truly blanked. I’m going to enjoy myself as a single girl, cause havoc and generally have a fabulous time. Is there a problem with that?

10 things I love and 10 things I hate about: University


  1. Cheap food and drink offers. (I’m glad they’re there)
  2. Finding hilarious pictures on my camera from the night before.
  3. Being able to study a subject I am actually interested in.
  4. Having my own personal space.
  5. Massive nights out.
  6. Quiet nights in.
  7. Having a decent excuse to turn down pestering charity fundraisers. (Being a poor student)
  8. People automatically thinking you’re super smart and impressive.
  9. There’s always somewhere showing the football, and always someone to go with you.
  10. Meeting fantastic, like-minded people who I know will be my friends for a long time.


  1. Fire alarms in the middle of the night.
  2. The paper-thin walls between my room and next-door. (Some things are best left un-heard)
  3. Being the only clean-freak in my flat.
  4. The worst hangovers I have ever experienced.
  5. Missing out on my mumma’s cooking! (and chinese takeaways)
  6. Being skint!
  7. People that feel it’s necessary to broadcast to the whole of halls that they’re drunk. At 5am.
  8. People thinking that you’re a lazy so-and-so that needs to get a job.
  9. Being away from my family and friends back at home.
  10. Having to go on ‘de-tag’ alert on Facebook, the morning after the night before.