Story time

It is story time here on my little abandoned blog..

Let’s rewind back to October 1st 2016, on that day myself, C and Mr. Boss Man drove down from Hertfordshire to Brighton where I was moving in to my new flat. In the beginning this flat seemed like the perfect place for me. It had a loft feel to it, it was big and open plan but it had two rooms so that me and my housemate could get privacy. The toilet and shower were outside of the flat itself (so in the landing) but it was only us in the building so I didn’t really mind it. If there was one thing that felt off for me from the very beginning was that my landlord wouldn’t agree to having a contract between the two of us, no matter how much I asked.

As time passed I realised a few things that were wrong with the place, starting with the fact that it was late October and there was absolutely no heating in the house! I found an electric heater that me and my housemate at the time would then proceed to “fight” about. This little heater did not have a big impact on the situation and there was more that one time where I’d come home and want to go to bed and it’d be 1°C in my bedroom. As you can imagine this was not fun. I also realised that the window in the bathroom was constantly open as the glass in one corner was just floating, which made it even colder. Amongst other things that didn’t make it specially warm. My landlords fix for this was to put up a piece of glass (literally) infront of the three older windows that weren’t double glazed, which did the trick for winter but also meant we couldn’t open the windows to get some air in which (and correct me if I am wrong) I like to do to ventilate the room.

When my next housemate moved in the landlord upped the rent from £425 to £450 because of the use of the electric heater, which I could understand. My father also managed to fix one of the old radiators that were there so we now had heating in the main room and that worked great! However we also discovered that we couldn’t use the oven and the stove at the same time as it wouldn’t cook the food because it took too much electricity; the freezer door was broken and so there was ice everywhere in the fridge/freezer; the shower was leaking through the wall in to the kitchen; the roof was leaking in to the hallway when it rained heavily (which it often does in England)…

Because of the previously mentioned piece of glass infront of the windows my housemate kept getting ill, so he was in a constant state of taking medicine. And when it came to summer (the wonderful warm summer we have had!) I wanted to open the windows to ventilate. Let me explain something before I go any further, because this is an old warehouse the walls are like a magnet for extreme weather, so when it’s cold outside it’s like twice as cold inside and when it’s hot outside its twice as hot inside. This being said, I wanted to open the window to my bedroom in June/July time when we had such a massive heatwave. Mr. Boss Man had to come down and help me and my housemate take down the glass from my bedroom window and his; which the landlord wasn’t happy about.

At the beginning of October this year I got my third housemate. She had just moved in when I started having troubles with the landlord. Said troubles came from me asking for him to fix the bloody window in the toilet like I’d been asking for a year. He kept saying “if you’re not happy you should find somewhere else to live” and other statements like that that basically meant he wanted me gone. With help from my parents I decided to stay, in the end I just have a few more months here and I could just take it, even if he was upping the price to £500pm (which let me tell you, the place in it’s current condition is not worth).

When my previous housemate moved out (in the end of September) he did not pay his half of the rent because of the conditions in which he moved out, so I had to pay an extra £225, I had the money and it was put aside to pay, as soon as the landlord had fixed the things that needed fixing. He then got aggressive.

On Nov 2nd after three messages where I explain to him that all other rent will be and has been in on time but that I will not give him the £225 until XYZ is fixed he went on to say, and I quote: “Please pay the rent we will sort that when I have time […]” and continued with “If the rent is not in by Friday you will have to move out I’m afraid […]”
Again, correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t a landlords job to fix the problems that make it hard for the tenants to live in their property? Also, please remember the latter statement he made as it will be funny later on.

So, I received these messages whilst I was in lecture, aka. cue anxiety attack. Went to student support, cried and then made a plan. Paid the man on Friday mid day and came home to find that he’s told my housemate that “I’m afraid we have decided to move out ourselves so we need to vacate by the 15 of January really sorry I’m not a landlord and it’s not working for me”. Myself and my housemate then went the next day to view a place and took it on the spot.

Here’s where shit hits the fan. When I’m at the MTV EMAs he messages me asking what’s happening with the move, then the next day wanting an answer. Both me and my housemate message him and tell him we will be out by the 20th as that’s how long we have paid rent for. He proceeds to state that we need to give him a months notice, to which I tell him that he’s asked me to move on four occasions and that he has told my housemate she needs to be out by the 20th, so we obliged. Then plays the racist card with me (which is where the previously mentioned funny statement comes in) and says “In this country you give notice”. Are you having a laugh?! I’m sorry but in my country we follow the law.

This all brings us to today. Myself and my housemate have been living full time in the new place for 10 days, and today is the 20th which means it is the day where we have to have everything moved out of the old flat. The landlords wife (who has absolutely nothing to do with this and whom I have never dealt with!) sends me a message from his phone. This message contains things like “Do not leave mattress or anything anywhere near (adress not included for obvs reasons). We don’t want any of your stuff. […] Take your lock off the door and leave the front door keys behind. You tell (housemate name not included for obvs reasons) to do the same.” and then proceeds to call us immature and claims that we have a “complete lack of foresight” and says that “Just for the record I didn’t trust you from the start and unfortunately I have been proven right”.
Oh bless your heart m’am; do you really think I care about if you trust me or not?

Anyway, here’s a lesson to one and all to just go through agencies, at least they’re legal and will give you a contract.


Summer 2017 in 80 photos

I’m sat in my fleeze in my living room waiting for work and uni to start back up in the coming weeks; all this means that summer 2017 is over.

I’ve honestly had the best season in a very long time. I’ve worked ridiculous hours in ridiculous conditions, seen and experienced things I never thought I would, created memories with friends that will last a lifetime.

To everyone who has been with me in this crazy ride we’ve called summer and festival season: thank you for everything and I love you so much.

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Summer in the City 2017

Summer in the City gets better and better every year I swear.


This has been my third year volunteering at SitC and second as a Team Leader in the Meet and Greet area, and what can I say? Every year I fall more and more in love with the event.

For those of you who live under a rock or something, Summer in the City is the UKs largest YouTube convention and it has panels, merch stalls, three small stages that were new this year, the main stage and the meet and greet area.

Thursday is just a day for us volunteers to get together and do about 7.000 goody bags, and I’m not even exagerating a little, we did a total of 7.000 of them. But its a nice environment because the whole volunteer family gets together and we get to know some of the newbies and see friends whom we haven’t seen in a year. After the long day of goody bagging we all went back to our respective apartments and something that was different for me this year was that myself and five of my friends were sharing a flat about 12 min away from the venue, in the same building as probably about 30 more people from our SitC family. My flat and our amazing Key Team Leader Charlotte had pizza and drinks in the apartment all in our pjs and had a chance to catch up in everything that has happened in the last year.


Friday morning came around and we all had different start times in the flat but myself and Alex, who is my SitC hubby and without whom I think I’d jump off of the ExCel roof at some point over the weekend, we started at 12. It was a very relaxed day seeing as there is not meet and greets on Friday so we had anxiety and panic training and then had a chance to wonder around the merch stalls and see everything that was happening in the expo hall. We ran in to Gary C when he was relaxing with a facemask and some kind of glove things so we joined him for a cheeky facemask. Then we did the instagram booth which had a swing and massive colourful baloons behind it, did a boomerang and another few photos before we went and helped out with the SitC merch and rolled some tshirts. I ran in to some more of the YouTubers whom were in my four lanes of m&g over the weekend so I introduced myself just so I would actually know their faces and they would know mine when the time came around. We all went to the pub after we were done just to have some dinner and catch up with more people, also to not just go home right after a long day.


Saturday I woke up and I do believe that the first words that came out of my mouth were “Alex, meet and greet starts today!” (obviously in a very sleepy and exhausted but at the same time excited voice). We got to the ExCel bright and early, had briefing all of us together and then us M&Gs went over and briefed all the volunteers and did some role-playing which is always fun, it gets the newbies more relaxed and comfortable around us all which is lovely. 12pm stress hit as we had thirteen m&g starting at the same time, thirteen. It was good though, once we got back in to the flow we managed to sort it out and everything ran perfectly. I had some amazing people on my lanes like Miles McKenna, Mark Ferris, Lucy Moon and Kingsley whom were all lovely! (There was more but I can’t be expected to remember everyones names, soz) There were some that ran over time (*cough* Niki and Sammy *cough*) because the YouTubers love talking to their viewers which is the sweetest thing. As per usual I became the “official Albon body guard” so after all my m&gs were done I helped Niki and Sammy at their merch m&g and then got them to the afterparty safely. It’s always nice seeing them two, like Niki said, if I don’t take care of them over the weekend no one will haha! After the day was done the floor2-flat2 people went to the O2 for dinner, but we were all so delirious we crashed when we got home.

Sunday, bittersweet Sunday. It’s the last day of SitC. M&Gs ran smoothly over the day although if I have to hear the words “fast track” again I might actually jump of the previously mentioned roof. Because there was so many fast-tracks I was actually around the crowd of fans again which I haven’t been in two years and it reminded me a lot of why I love this event, they’re all so blooming lovely! I had wonderful people like Pete Bucknall, Brizzy, MeetTheVloggers and The Gabbie Show (again, amongst others) on Sunday and they were all absolute stars! I actually had time to take a break and go see  my lovely friend Georgie whom I only seem to manage to see for about 30min once a year during SitC because we’re both so busy.. But nevertheless, it’s always lovely to see her! Surprisingly we finished with enough time to go to briefing, get changed and enjoy some of the rides and main stage performances before the night was over. Sunday night is always messy for us SitC volunteers as we all rally at the pub and have a few drinks, get emotional telling each other how much we love each other, what an amazing job we’ve all done and things like that that obviously go very well with the downing drinks, haha! The afterparty was very nice, got to catch up with some of the YouTubers and thank them for being so amazing as well as keeping up the praise with the volunteers. I ended up being the responsible one drinking water from about midnight and putting people in cabs home so that everyone got home safe and leaving last with Georgie and Lee. But it was a fantastic night and I wouldn’t change it.

Now, here comes the bit where I get sloppy and emotional and thank some people whom have made this weekend amazing, however I don’t have time to thank everyone so if you’re not in here please don’t get offended.

Georgie and Lee – thank you for aways being honest with us, whether we’ve majorly screwed up, not doing our jobs 100% to your liking or if we are being amazing, you’re always honest with us which is highly appreciated. You two always make managing a massive group of volunteers that are running the event look easy, when it really isn’t; you guys take a lot for us and you’re always inspiring (I believe I’ve had drunken chats with both of you about this on Sunday, lol). And of course, thank you for trusting me enough to bring me back and still give me all the responsibility you give me.

Charlotte – the shining star from heaven above that makes me not crawl up in to a ball of tears at the end of the corridor of doom every year come Sunday afternoon. Thank you for all you do, for making sure that myself, the rest of the M&G TLs are alright and above all, thanks for never bullshitting us and telling us both good and bad. You’re the glue that holds us together and we all meant everything that was said in the little huddle outside the pub. Love ya heaps.

My fellow m&g TLs – don’t even know where to start with you guys. Obviously this year we had our little newbie Lor, you were a star. We all know how stressful it is, specially it being your first year, but you handled it like an absolute pro and weren’t afraid to ask for help whenever needed. Meg, I feel like I barely saw you this year compared to last year because you were all the way down in 1 and I was all the way in 14! Having said that however, it’s always nice to know that you’re there, that you can help me with whatever so thank you for a second year of “which blonde team leader do you mean?”. Alex, my SitC hubby, you are my rock, you really are. I don’t think I say it enough, but you and me and the dynamics we have and how we work together really helps me get through the stress and the 50+km that the weekend brings. You always have that smile on your face and so much energy and you just lift my mood even if you’re just doing random yoga backstage or sitting on the trolly like the queen you are. I love you all so much, please don’t go making any other plans for the weekend of SitC because I can’t do it on my own.

Now that that is done, that the weekend is done and that my SitC blues has lead me to already put SitC 2018 in my calendar and make a countdown for it on my phone, I’mma go try find myself in the SitC vlogs that have come up.

Thank you creators, organisers, contractors, mcm, kilimanjaro, all the previously mentioned people, and of course, thank you to my SitC family for yet another amazing weekend. See you all in August 2018 (if not before!)

Also, tickets for SitC 2018 have already gone on sale if ya’ll wanna come and meet some fab YouTubers ->

That took an unexpected turn.

I was wiring something completely different at home, don’t know where that was going just as I don’t know where this post will end either. All I know is that I went out to get some photos developed and I’ve ended up at the beach hating every word I wrote before.

People are weird don’t you think? And I don’t just mean in a “that person is acting weird” kind of way, but the way people a affect your life and your story. Some people you meet and forget about the next day, others will forever be in your life and then there’s the ones that you just can’t seem to get out of your head, no matter how hard you try.

Having lived in three different countries throughout my still quite short life I’ve met what I like to think is a fair amount of people of all varieties. A lot of people that were just meant to be in my life for a short period of time. A few months or a few years, they’ve made their mark in who I am and have helped make me the person I am now. To those people I say thank you and I hope you’re all doing alright in whatever ventures the future holds for you.

Then there’s the people who have been in my life for various amounts of time, both since I was a kid and some that I haven’t even known for a year still, but these people are my friends, my people. The ones that know parts of me that I fear showing others, the ones who don’t judge me, no matter what stupid situation I manage to get myself in to next  (and let’s be honest, I have a talent for getting myself in to stupid situations). These are the people who push me and inspire me to be the best me I can be and that help me reach my dreams and goals. The ones that have seen me fall down over and over again, ugly-crying, covered in ice cream, punching walls or just horribly drunk to try to forget, and they are still there to help me in whatever way they can. These are the people who have broken down the wall. Thank you for not giving up on me.

And then there’s the third kind of people, the ones who you might just have met, or maybe you’ve known them for a long time, but they have dug themselves a hole in your brain and refuse to leave. The fact that this has just kept happening to me over and over again I think is what got me to the realisation that we’ll get to eventually. Actually, f* it, I’m just gonna put it out there and we’ll go from there: I’m pansexual.

Wikipedia describes pansexuality as “the sexual, romantic or emotional attraction towards people regardless of their sex or gender identity.” Basically this means that I like people, woho, big surprise!

I’m happy this way, comfortable with who I am, proud of who I am. I don’t wanna make a big deal out of it and I don’t even know what drove me to come to this point in the post because it wasn’t planned at all, it kinda just typed itself.

I probably had a point to make through my rant about people but I’ve lost it now so I’m gonna put my shoes back on and skate to get all the photos from summer in the city and wait for the shit storm to hit me.

Love you all♡


It’s been an intense month, and it’s not finished just yet.

If you’re not aware because you have an actual life and what not, it’s been Brighton Festival, Fringe Festival and The Great Escape over here in our little town. Thankfully I’m not involved in all three, but just two of them.

Brighton Festival runs all month and working with the Dome I’m part of the technician team that runs about four venues, every night. It’s been nice to see all the shows and don’t even get me started on all the things I’ve learned, but damn we’ve been spread out so thin with staff so we have all been on 12-16h shifts all month.

The Great Escape is a weekend festival in the city and it is packed with so much music over so many venues (some including the venues I work at with the Dome). I helped out my uni with their stage one day and then I had actual work the rest of the days. On top of that I wanted to enjoy TGE as it is one of my favourite weekends of the year.

To say I am exhausted, constantly de-hydrated and that I haven’t been eating properly this whole month would be just about right. This past week my body has caught up with me. Had to go home early from work on Wednesday because I was feeling ill, went home early from my internship on Thursday because I was feeling ill, took my call time down from 14h to 4h yesterday and have the day off today because I just can not function. I’m so tired I just want sleep.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and my colleagues and I’m so happy that I have this situation and all the things I’m learning. However, I’m so tired and now and I just want to get on a flight and go to Sweden just to relax a little. Four more days of work and then I’m on that flight out and not coming back in two weeks.

Sorry about the rant and the complaining, just had to get it out somewhere and that’s why I have this little blog of mine! But I do love my job and my colleagues and festivals and my life and I really am happy with all of it, I’m just exhausted and naggy haha!

Discovering New Music

Hey everyone!

Sorry I’ve been completely MIA lately.. I’ve been crazy busy with work and university deadlines and then I’ve injured my ankle and it’s just been a shit storm of a month, also, who honestly, really cares if I post here or not? Don’t get me wrong, I’m still going to write when I have something to say, even if it is just for me to be able to look back at in good time!

Anyway, in this shit storm of a month I’ve met some people and become quite close with other whom have showed me some amazing new music. Therefore I took it upon myself to create a kick-ass Spotify playlist with old and new music, and if I’m being honest, it’s probably my best work to date.

That’s all this post is about, just about the playlist and how great it is… So.. Enjoy!