hi I'm hanna

Could watch Donald Trump and Bill O’Reilly do the Mexican...

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 12:52:47 +0000

Could watch Donald Trump and Bill O’Reilly do the Mexican wave all day.

My boyfriend has got Disney Princess eyes.

Thu, 29 Nov 2012 16:42:15 +0000

My boyfriend has got Disney Princess eyes.

I had to run for the train this morning. Nothing too unusual. The route from car to station is a 400...

Wed, 14 Nov 2012 08:44:00 +0000

I had to run for the train this morning. Nothing too unusual.

The route from car to station is a 400 yard, down hill sprint that involves keeping my hat on and hurdling over green horse muck. The type of muck that knows if it is to survive, it has to blend in with the leaves. I’ve got it down to about 5 minutes if there’s no fresh poo. However this morning I was not alone. There was also a running man.

As the Gods of Social Awkwardness would have it… Here we both were, doing the morning flail a few metres apart. He wasn’t as good at hurdling as myself (even though I wear a backpack that anti-hurdles) but he was brave. He tried to overtake me twice but my unpredictable arms would not allow. So we ended up running side-by-side along the slippery pavement like two athletes for Team Alarm Clock Snooze. Ever the anti-socialist, I ignored him ‘til the end and was perfectly happy to file this under “Nope”. Until he sat next to me on the train.

So here we are. Me and coach. Both trying to normalise our breathing patterns and ignore that he cut me up on the station stairs.

UPDATE KLAXON 14/11/12:

It happened again.

And the plot thickens. We were not alone.

There was a Running Woman! Just as I was getting used to the idea of having a running partner to flail with… wham. A woman gets involved (like they always do) and changes the entire set up. And this Running Woman had no shame… she overtook me like the two-bit Olympian hooker that she is.

I missed the bloody train and watched them two train off into the sunset. Tomorrow: running shoes.

Cant. Stop. Watching.

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 20:35:02 +0000

Cant. Stop. Watching.

Video

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 12:31:07 +0000

Pumpkins etc.

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 20:24:40 +0000

Pumpkins etc.

Hey handsome.

Fri, 19 Oct 2012 15:25:13 +0100

Hey handsome.

Magic wand fixing a small intestine. D’aww. (Taken with...

Thu, 11 Oct 2012 19:08:53 +0100

Magic wand fixing a small intestine. D’aww. (Taken with Instagram)

Dog flatulence. (Taken with Instagram)

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 18:04:44 +0100

Dog flatulence. (Taken with Instagram)

I once stuck a piece of gaffa tape over my laptop webcam to stop...

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 21:28:03 +0100

I once stuck a piece of gaffa tape over my laptop webcam to stop the government watching me. Then I wanted to take pictures of myself wearing lipstick but the gluey tape residue had ruined my macbook forever. I’m sure a bit of water colour paint on the iPhone camera lens wouldn’t do any harm…

Leaky Roof Shia Labeouf #NewStreet (Taken with Instagram at...

Wed, 26 Sep 2012 18:09:03 +0100

Leaky Roof Shia Labeouf #NewStreet (Taken with Instagram at Birmingham New Street Railway Station (BHM))

Bad bag hair day. (Taken with Instagram)

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 10:46:45 +0100

Bad bag hair day. (Taken with Instagram)

Today is a sad, sad day. We only have eleven minutes left with our super intern, Miss Rachael Alice...

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 19:14:51 +0100

Today is a sad, sad day. We only have eleven minutes left with our super intern, Miss Rachael Alice Bloomfield.

She falls over ever five minutes, mistook the Birmingham Bull for a dog, filled every silence with “Have you guys ever watched…” in an Australian accent and bought two gossip magazines a day, every day. We will miss her constant source of “Did you guys know…” dubious ‘facts’ (still

in an Australian accent) and we will also, reluctantly, miss her repeatedly singing songs from the 90’s (accent and pitch unknown).

It will be a relief not to have somebody barge into the office wailing: “I’VE JUST BEEN THE VICTIM OF A WALKING HIT AND RUN”, however we will certainly miss her creative input, innovative (and insane) ideas and general enthusiasm for every single task we gave her. London is very lucky to have you and we know you’re going to have a very successful career in the media ahead of you. Hurry up and finish your degree and come back to us. Lots of love, Hanna Lee Tidd and Rachael Giaramita XXX

Summer out/winter in (Taken with Instagram)

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 19:12:04 +0100

Summer out/winter in (Taken with Instagram)

Bell. (Taken with Instagram)

Fri, 14 Sep 2012 16:43:42 +0100

Bell. (Taken with Instagram)

Dragoes de Komodo (Taken with Instagram)

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 19:46:14 +0100

Dragoes de Komodo (Taken with Instagram)

This has been watching me all night. #ISeeFaces (Taken with...

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 08:41:49 +0100

This has been watching me all night. #ISeeFaces (Taken with Instagram)

:(

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 15:22:00 +0100

Just met a lady in the beauty aisle in Boots. She had brown hair and looked like she was going to a fancy dress party dressed as a less glamorous Bag Lady from Mary Poppins. Quite original, I thought. She was celebrating finding two bottles of Impulse Body Spray for £1 each - any flavour you want, but she preferred original - so I think she may have been more ‘touchy’ than she normally is. I don’t know. All I know is that I don’t like it when strangers touch my arm when they’re describing a bargain.

She told me off for buying Russian shampoo instead of L’Oreal, which is British. I didn’t think that L’Oreal sounded very British but I wasn’t going to question it, partly because she buys L’Oreal every week so she knows more about it than me. But mainly because every time I mumbled something she used it as an excuse to touch me. I did explain that Aussie shampoo is actually Australian, not Russian, but she pointed to the double ‘S’ and I let it go. She told me that I should get the conditioner as well. I picked it up because I was going to anyway, not because a stranger just told me that my hair needed conditioning. And not because I was scared she would touch my hair if I resisted buying it.

She followed me to the hair dye aisle and asked me what colour I was going to dye my hair. I hadn’t forgiven her for suggesting that I have frizzy hair so I mumbled something about changing my mind and turned to walk down the sun cream aisle even though I don’t need any sun cream.

At this point she opened her mouth into an “O” shape and let out a squeal like air being let out of a balloon. She might have been just getting into the spirit of her fancy dress character, but I think she found something really funny and was one of those people who couldn’t stifle a laugh. In between squeals she started calling me pathetic because I daren’t dye my hair. I wanted to tell her that I once home-dyed my fringe orange and purple for Prom, actually, but my main priority was to stop her from laughing so I channeled my Fire Prevention training. To stop a fire you have to remove one element of the triangle - oxygen, heat or fuel: I decided to remove myself and went to pay. I could still hear her laughing from the counter.

I’m not entirely sure if the Bag Lady was trying to steal my bag. But I think she wasn’t.

My friend took two pictures of the Millennium Dome and within...

Mon, 04 Jun 2012 10:55:22 +0100

My friend took two pictures of the Millennium Dome and within seconds it had vanished*! (*Behind a cloud)

I’ll be Mick if you be Bowie.

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 20:54:03 +0100

I’ll be Mick if you be Bowie.