Yesterday, the new Mumford & Sons single was released, called Believe, and it’s erm… very different. Very, very different…
Earlier this week the 1975’s debut album went platinum. If you haven’t heard of them by now, then there is something wrong with what you’re doing with your life.
They are amazing, and have worked their way through the charts over the past couple of years. They’re in the middle of a tour, and I’m going to their London gig at Ally Pally next week (yay!)
The news of the album going platinum went out via this tweet from singer Matt Healy:
our debut album ‘The 1975’ just went platinum. i’m in tesco express buying a single potato. thought it would be a bigger moment to be honest
— (C)at (D)ealy (@Truman_Black) September 23, 2014
Reading festival is my festival. It was the first festival I attended, for the day, in 2010. It was the first festival I camped at for the weekend in 2012. And since then, I’ve gone every year. I’ve done the camping thing, I’ve done the day thing, I’ve done the toilets, the food and the “where the ever loving HELL is my tent?!”
I love Reading. The acts are always incredible, I’ve made so many memories there, and the happiest moments of my entire life have been spent there. But I will not go back next year.
Reading, your campers have broken my spirit.
Yesterday our literary Queen J.K. Rowling posted a Quidditch World Cup column, which is the first published Harry Potter piece since Deathly Hallows, seven years ago (I’m not counting ‘The Tales of Beedle The Bard’ here…)
The column was written in the style of Rita Skeeter, which is pretty vital, and is something that readers seem to have overlooked completely.
I’ve never really reviewed anything before, and definitely not anything to do with beauty. That’s just not me! Even though I have a weird fascination with makeup that no one ever really knows about me.
Till I’ve just written about it now.
BUT things change, and I feel like I need to get this out there because I’m just so confused as how on earth this has happened…
contains some spoilers but you should know the story by now
I FINALLY watched TFIOS last night, and let me tell you now, it was awful.
Not awful as in it is an awful adaptation; awful as in the only other movie I cried watching in the cinema was Harry Potter DH2, because come now, which 90’s child doesn’t cry at that film!? I rarely cry while watching movies; much to the dismay of some, I have never cried watching The Notebook, Titanic, or other major tear-jerkers (aside from Moulin Rouge. God, that film hits me right in the feels…)
TFIOS is beautiful as a novel, and brilliant as a film.
It’s all okay…