Film Review: Bridget Jones’s Baby

Regarded as a British classic Bridget Jones has made a return to our screens. Bridget Jones’s Diary was first introduced to the big screen in 2001, and now 15 years later we have the third instalment.

We find Bridget (Renée Zellweger) is single again, despite getting with Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) at the end of the second film. Bridget is now over 40 years old, her friends have all had children and got themselves stable families. Bridget a proud spinster embraces her age and carries on with her life. However, things get complicated when she has a one night stand with billionaire Jack (Patrick Dempsey) at a festival, followed by a night-time liaison with Mark at a christening a couple of days later. Bridget ultimately discovers she is pregnant, but doesn’t know who the father is.

The general execution of the film is pretty good, and I would say it is my favourite film from the 3 films franchise. I was expecting it to be just like the others, despite the maturity of the characters and general development I really enjoyed it. The ending is predictable that she ends up with Mark, because she has loved him from the beginning. However, the montage illustrating how they broke up between film 2 and 3, highlighted to me why they shouldn’t have got back together. Throughout half of the film I was rooting for Jack, until the very end when Bridget grabbed Marks hand instead of Jacks when she went into labour. Then I realised her love for Mark never went and it was meant to be.

The film had the right amount of drama and comedic relief. It was pleasurable. It was nice to see the characters develop beyond the scenarios in the first two films. I think that is probably the reason to why I enjoyed it so much. While the ending was predictable, it was satisfying, although I would have liked Jack to have found someone.

Overall, it was a very good girly film which surpasses the others.


The Chronicle Of Me: 100% Happy #3

Anyone who knows me knows I’m probably one of the happiest people you will ever come across. My face is in constant smile mode. I’m pretty optimistic and even when ‘shit hits the fan’, I always try to see the bright side of every situation. As a twin, my sister was always the evil one. We used to joke that I took all of her happiness from her, because I’m ridiculously smiley and happy all of the time. She had mastered the death stare at the age of two.

Everyone has their dark days as have I, but it has never changed my personality as this happy go-lucky person. It’s very hard to anger me or upset me. Even when I am angry with someone I’m always smiling, so people are never quite sure how to read me. The same can be said for when I’m upset, however,  I can confidently say that I’ve cried more from laughing too hard than being overcome with sadness.

To complement my 100% happy vibe, I’m equally as chilled out. It takes a lot for me to dislike someone and I always give people second, third, ten chances if they are remotely dickish. I know this can be seen as a disadvantage as it makes me easy to be walked all over and used. Which has happened on small-scale situations growing up, but I don’t care about the past. Living in the now and looking forward to the future is more important.

Recently, I have lost one of my close friends from high school. This is the first time I’ve ever had to deal with someone close to me passing away. It was more the shock and the thought of never seeing her again that hit me the hardest. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone. The first week after finding out about her passing was the hardest. Starting final year at university with all these deadlines didn’t help either, and by the end of the week I had hit rock bottom. I have never been so low, even with my friends up north comforting me and lecturers being understanding and supportive.

It was a truly dark day, but the next day was a lot brighter. After hitting rock bottom the only way to go is up. Talking with friends back home helped a lot, and I came to the realisation that my friend is in a happier place now and it was time to move on and keep living. I will never forget her, because the impact she made on my youth was significant and I have so much love for her. She was caring, helpful, funny, random and one of the most intelligent people I know. I’ll miss her, more than what I can put into words.

There are so many happy memories that will never be forgotten. But now it’s time to make more happy memories with new challenges and adventures to grasp in life. Thinking positively and seeing the good in everything isn’t always bad thing. It’s how I cope, because happiness is the key to me. In the end we can all find happiness.


x In Memory of Katrina x


x Rest In Peace x

The Chronicle Of Me: Country Bumpkin #2

Since studying in Liverpool I have begun to identify myself as this ‘country bumpkin’. While I’m not 100% farmer it’s become part of my identify [my severe fear of cows would make me a awful farmer – just for the record]. I used to think growing up and living in Norfolk was boring and I never really appreciated what was here. It was the countryside. The less thought of English countryside. When you think of the countryside you think of the south or the Lake District. Norfolk maybe the largest county in England, but it’s one people forget about. It’s quiet, flat and full of fields.

I’ve lived in the same village all my life. Even though I am still very young, I have seen changes in my community. The only facilities left in my village is a small village shop, a primary school, village hall, and a pub. Once it used to have seven pubs, a post office and a fish and chip shop. Despite being fragments of my childhood memories, they made me part of who I am.

When we got my dog 12 years ago, we used to get a free battered sausage from the married couple who ran the fish and chip shop. My twin sister and I used to sit on the windowsill while we waited for our order. They were only minor parts of my childhood, but the warmth of them will stay with me forever. It’s the little things in life that make you content. A few years ago that memory faded with the demolition of the old chippy as it had been left to go derelict and started to lean into the road causing a health risk. Now there is an empty gap, where a once thriving little business used to be.

These days it takes a 10 to 15 minute drive to get anything and go anywhere. I used to get the bus to high school, it was a ten minute journey. The journey consisted of sharp bends and pot holes. It was one of those roads that didn’t get gritted during the winter months, which made it dangerous for buses. On the plus side, we were able to get away with days off school, because it was too icy, whereas in a city you wouldn’t necessarily get away with that. The only bus that comes through the village runs from 7am to 6pm, at the bottom of the village, once an hour. It takes 20 minutes to walk to the bus stop from my house, since the bus route changed. Public transport is becoming even more difficult, so cars have become the primarily source of getting about. If I didn’t have my car I would feel so cut off from everything in the countryside.

The village shows were always fun, it felt like half the village would turn out to the performances and were huge in their prime. My parents and their friends were heavily involved, with my Dad taking on the role as the director, if you were to give him a title. I can walk through my village and see people who I’ve known all my life and we always say hello. You know where everyone lives and you generally know everyone’s business (if you know the right people). The best way to explain where I live is by comparing it to the TV program Midsommer Murders, without the murders. That’s the best way to understand my little bubble of a world. It’s small and insignificant to most, but I love it.

Living in a city, you begin to miss and appreciate what you have at home. I always thought the countryside was boring and just lame. But I’ve miss seeing the stars at night, rather than an orange glow caused light pollination. I miss the sound of nothingness at 4am, not someones car alarm or drunks yelling in the street. I miss walking through a field of golden crops and travelling down country roads.  I miss my family and the beautiful landscape from my bedroom window. All these little things, become big things when away from your comfort zone. Despite living in Liverpool for the past two years, I will never get used to the convenience and all the hustle and bustle of the city.

I’m proud to be from Norfolk. I’m proud for people to think I’m a six-fingered farmer and that I’m the product of incest. Norfolk is a hidden gem, which I will always treasure.

The Chronicle Of Me: The Introduction #1

I love to write, and it’s always hard to come up with fictional characters and a storyline. During my early-mid teens I would be constantly writing stories. Short or long, I always had characters on the go. My biggest accomplishment was writing my very first novel. I was so proud of it, while my writing skills weren’t amazing the story was there and it was alive.

I spent many nights of my youth walking around the village with my friend, who is a writer like me.  We would brain storm and share our ideas until it was dark. I used to spend hours writing and story boarding. All this imagination I wanted to get out and share. I wrote a handful of short stories which are now obsolete after my laptop got a virus and had to be wiped.

I never got back into it as this occurred the same time I started Sixth-Form and my creativity just evaporated into nothing. I would come up with ideas, only to push them aside because I had lost the motivation to write. So, I thought I would write about me. Like a autobiography, but in small instalments I want to share aspects of my life. It won’t be as dramatic like your everyday thriller novel, but I hope it gives you insight to what a type of person I am and you find some of it entertainment.


Photography: Blue Skies Band [June 2016]

I’ve been volunteered to be my local villages photographer while the local festival is underway to make funds to go towards the church and a local hospice charity. Week two and my Dad and his band played in the church. Here is a handful of my photographs I’m pretty proud with from the night.


To my followers: As a side note, I have a big project currently in the works which I’m dedicating all my time towards, so apologies for the lack of posting since my return from Japan. But I plan to upload more photography up from the Trip and start my reviews and articles again when I can. Twitter and Instagram are still pretty active though, if you want to be nosey and see how I’m progressing creatively.