The One With The Shouty Parliament

Now, having lived here for a certain amount of time, I can say I’ve pretty much caught up with certain points of culture.

There’s one thing that still mystifies me though. British politics are a bit of a grey area in my mind. For anyone from outside looking in on the situation, it seems quite amusing. What with Boris Johnson’s spurts of nonsense (he once stated that the Olympic Velodrome had been rubbed in with rhubarb- no really.), you’d think that their politics are a Friday night sitcom.

Still. There’s a dark surface.

And to completely explore this dark surface, one has to do exactly what I did. Watch Prime Minister’s Questions, that is.

The weekly chance for members of Parliament to pose questions to David Cameron is quite a fascinating thing to watch. I’m doing it the entire month, to fulfil Goal nr 88 on the list.

There are three things you should know about PMQ.

  1. It gets shouty.
  2. You will pity speaker John Bercow, who has to field the questions.
  3. David Cameron is extremely good at avoiding giving a decent and honest answer to anyone who’s not in his own party. And even then.

This week’s half an hour saw Ed Miliband (leader of Labour, the opposition) firing question after question about the dishonesty of the benefit cuts that are about to befall Britain towards our Prime Minister. Needless to say, at the end of this half hour, I was pretty fucking pissed with how this nation’s politics are going.

Everyone shouts.

Cameron dodges.

Miliband tries in vain to get a decent and fair answer.

It’s gonna be a long four weeks if this goes on.



The One With Myths And Shakespeare Headaches

I like to think of myself as a smart kinda tart. I have an immense knowledge of trivia, can recommend you a movie any day of the week and read vast quantities of books on a yearly basis.

But I’d like to be a bit smarter.

I’d like to have a bit more knowledge, specifically about the things that interest me and the things that escaped me during my formal education years. Thus, the following challenges were born.

100 ~ Read a book I’d never thought I’d read.


62~ Read one Shakespeare play.

The Shakespeare play was easy enough to acquire. My boyfriend and father-in-law are both fans of the good Sir, and you can’t turn for his plays in this house. The tricksy thing was choosing which one.

“I want to read one of his comedies.” I said, as my other half peered into his voluminous bookcase (while naked, but that’s a totally different matter). I was handed a copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and delved in.

At the same time, I got my hands on my other half’s copy of Dr. Brooke Magnanti’s (personal hero of mine) The Sex Myth, a book dispelling some of the myths in the world of sexuality. This is not your average book about sex. This is not Tracey Cox-type sex advice. This is a hard-hitting, but at all times witty look at why certain people push forward faulty ideas about sexuality.

It’s not the lightest of reads.

Far from.

I have to confess that I actually started reading a few weeks ago, when the other half was in Germany. But I picked it up again at the start of the year and worked my way through. The last chapter was a blur of numbers and words, but nonetheless, it taught me a hell of a lot about the world I write my blog in. People aren’t always in it for the best of interests, and it was enlightening to see how some of the research figures they present are pulled out of thin air.

Couple that with the fact that I never actually thought I’d read a book about research and data, and I’d say that mission 100 is accomplished.

As for Oberon and his consorts, I’m nearly through the play. Can’t say it isn’t giving me a headache though.


Infinite Doom

I woke up this morning with a niggling feeling in the back of my head. I couldn’t quite work out what it was, but it kept irritating me. It stayed with me all through the day, right up until the very minute I started writing this post.

It was pure panic.

For the simple reason that it’s now the 2nd of January and I still haven’t achieved any goals yet.

Okay, I’m officially insane.

As midnight rolled around on New Years Eve and we let off our party poppers in Mane’s family’s front room, I was filled with optimism. This is the year that it all changes, this is the year I actually Make Shit Happen. And I’ve got a list of 101 things I can Make Happen.

So why am I so worried that I’ve not done any of them yet, apart from eating more fruit?

Early days panic, I suppose. You know that feeling. First elation, then concern, then panic, then OHMIGODDOOOOOM. Then elation again.

Anyway. I’ll start off lightly.

In the coming weeks, expect reports on the following.

  • Learning how to crochet (with the lovely crochet set I got from my Secret Santa).
  • Reading a Shakespeare play.
  • Watching a shit tonne of Red Dwarf.
  • Reading a lot of Marian Keyes.





So, yeah.

Welcome to our little corner of the internet. I’m Jillian, 22, Londoner. And judging from the goals I’ve set myself, slightly insane.

When Rhye asked me out of the blue if I wanted to become her Day Zero buddy, I thought she was trying to get me sold on a new diet or some shit like that. Turns out that Day Zero is something much cooler. Basically, you set yourself 101 goals to be performed over the course of 1001 days. Which is exactly what we’ve done.

So, over the next two and a half (and a bit) years, we’ll be doing all sorts of cool stuff.

We’ve both named our 101th goal the Wildcard, it being something that may be nigh on impossible to do. But we’re going to try and do it anyway because we rock this ish.

I hope this project gives me some sense of achievement…

Anyway, if you want more personal stuff about me, you can always visit Lady Laid Bare, my blog about life, sex, love and writing. I’m sure Rhye will be around to introduce herself too. If you’re reading this, please don’t hesitate to say hi, offer your support or shout about this project.