Promise me.

Christopher Robin to Pooh:

"Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.”

~ A. A. Milne

Follow your heart

“Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do and damned if you don't.”

~Eleanor Roosevelt

#thehat Princess Beatrice's charity auction

"Have you told anyone?"

"Not a soul," was my answer.

I'm talking about #thehat, of course, one of the biggest secrets I've ever kept. I honestly didn't think we would get something that would eclipse #unicefirl - an incredible campaign for me to be the social media driving force behind (working alongside a brilliant team, of course) - but I get the feeling that #thehat will eclipse it.

If you're like what hat, where have you been?! It was leaked on Oprah! It's everywhere!

Yes, Princess Beatrice is amazingly auctioning the hat she wore to the Royal Wedding for Children in Crisis and UNICEF, which is where I happen to be the Social Media Manager. Because of this, I'm the person in charge of all the social media surrounding this, for both charities, which is not only phenomenally exciting, but also a bit of an honour and privilege, I must say.

I'm pleased to report that we've already had the first bid in, from none other than Duncan Bannatyne(!), who delightfully "modelled" the hat in this TwitPic, and it currently stands at £5,900. If you want to know how you'd look wearing the hat, there is a Twibbon so you can model it on your Twitter or Facebook picture.

I have a feeling that during this auctioin ... well, it's going to evoke some pretty fabbity and interesting conversations, and already has done from Stephen Fry and The Today Show tweeting about it. Amazing!

I ruddy love my job. {^_^}

Musical Review: Shrek The Musical

I'm lucky. Incredibly lucky. Not only did I get to see a freebie of Jersey Boys last weekend, sitting in prime seats - was the second time for me seeing this one, but still incredible - well tonight I got to see a freebie of Shrek The Musical, a musical I've been excited about for MONTHS. Shrek marked my 9th visit to the theatre in 2011; my 12th visit since moving to London 9 months ago. Yes, I'm a West Endaholic.

The previews of Shrek opened on May 6th, with the show having its official launch next month. Now, I've been to previews before and found them to be bloody awful - see Thriller Live - but Shrek was truly a joy from start to finish, definitely taking the spot for my 2nd favourite musical (my heart still belongs to Mary Poppins). But, bearing in mind how many West End productions I've seen, the number 2 spot still means it's INCREDIBLE.

For me, Nigel Harman as Lord Farquaad absolutely *made* the show. You're supposed to hate the villain, but he was so brilliant, so deliciously dubious, that you couldn't help but fall in love with him. Not to mention that the role of Lord Farquaad requires the actor playing that part to be a little short, let's say - Harman executed this spectacularly which landed him the biggest cheers in the house when he was on stage.

Alongside Harman, Amanda Holden as Princess Fiona also got some pretty loud cheers. She was amazing, as was Nigel Lindsay as Shrek and Richard Blackwood as Donkey.  The entrance of Donkey was an entrance, I'll certainly say that!

It's a superb cast all round though, and this extends to the minor characters, with Jonathan Stewart nailing it as Pinocchio and the brilliant Landi Oshinowo as the voice of the dragon. The choreography, especially the numbers involving the fairy tale creatures, Lord Farquaad and the knights/workers of Duloc, as are there costumes. Simply breathtaking! I could go on and on and rave about this - the clever script, the brilliant jokes, the amazing use of set, such as the bridge to the Princess's tower - but I urge you all to go and see Shrek instead. You'll thank me for it. I know I certainly will be making another trip to Drury Lane to the Theatre Royal for this one. {^_^}

Birthday bonanza

Turning twenty-six, with celebrations in London and Brighton: 

Photos are a mixture from my collection and Alex's.

#unicefirl Twitter takeover

I've said it before, and I'll probably say it again, I'm very lucky that I'm currently working for UNICEF UK who are very forward-thinking when it comes to social media - particularly considering they are a charity - and I'm extremely lucky that they trust my judgment when it comes to social media matters.

I have two major social media campaigns happening this month - I'm ridiculously excited about them, though I can't tell you anything about them at the moment - but these two campaigns have a tough act as they follow my phenomenally successful first campaign. This was the #unicefirl Twitter takeover campaign - that is, UNICEF In Real Life - which in 48 hours had 1.1 million unique Twitter accounts see the #unicefirl tweets, from 4.8 million impressions.

I'm not going to say any more about this on here, even though I'm immensely proud of the campaign, and that's because over on Community Channel I've put a blog post up about it.

Make sure you have a read, but also keep an eye out on the @UNICEF_UK account this month because there's another two incredible campaigns coming up. I honestly didn't think it could be done, but I'm hopeful that we'll fare just as well with these campaigns, raising awareness and money for a truly wonderful charity.

TNW: Social Media Scandal. Blame the Intern?

Over on The Next Web today you can find my article on Who should get the blame for corporate social media mishaps?

Make sure you have a read! xoxo


“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.”

~ Elie Wiesel


Sunflowers 1888 by Vincent van Gogh is one of my favourite paintings, despite my heart belonging to the Abstract and Cubist movements (Kandinsky and Picasso in particular), and sunflowers are probably my favourite type of flowers.

Seeing this painting at the National Gallery never fails to make me smile, and coming out of the National Gallery to be greeted by blue skies and the sight of Nelson's Column in Trafalgar Square and Big Ben in the not-so-far distance reminds me I'm truly lucky to live in London.

Hope you've all had lovely long weekends. x

It takes time, there's no quick or magical fix.

I learnt a long time ago that you can try and party away your pain and change your hair colour, but you can't escape yourself as much as you'd like to. Heaven knows I'm trying to escape myself at the moment.

And the thing is, I know I lead a charmed life, that I'm luckier than most. My 'rents reproach me for complaining, ask what more could I possibly want from life when I seemingly have everything. I go on holiday 3-4 times a year, I can indulge my love for top-price theatre tickets, champagne and dining out every night, and I've never known what it's like to want something material - if I want something, I'll go out and buy it. I'm clever, creative and can write up a storm. I'm loyal, funny, can eat what I want and still stay skinny, and I'm not likely to be mistaken for Quasimodo's sister.

But, I've quite often been told - semi-unfairly, I'd like to point out - that the "real world" isn't what my life is like, that people let me get away with blue murder and that, basically, I'm spoilt. Yes, I agree, that on the surface things seem well for me. That the perception I put out there is one of a charmed life and, to some extent, I can't deny these accusations.

The trouble is though, that's just the surface. It's the pretence I lead to try and get through being plagued with a depression that's always been there. Mostly I can rein it in, but of late I've not been able to, and I'm spiralling into the funk I experienced back in 2006 when it was one thing after another - too much for anyone to cope with. Which means it's not just been the low mood, it's been the lack of sleep as my insomnia has also made its return. I'm cranky, can't keep my anger in check and I quite often lash out at those I love. On a day-to-day basis, I can keep it together - function at work, go through the motions - but there's a weariness that I'm battling at the moment that seems uncontrollable at times.

There are two types of people in this world when it comes to depression. There are those who understand, who realise there's a little voice there in your head when you're low or lashing out that tells you that what you're doing needs to stop, but they realise - like you do - that you can't control this overwhelming emotion as much as that little voice tries to make itself heard. They are the people who support you. They don't make you feel that you can't talk to them about it or make you feel that the depression you have is a stigma - yes, even in today's world with the proliferation of mass media portraying depression in the way it does, it can still feel like a stigma to admit to being depressed. I'm not talking feeling low - everyone feels low from time to time - I'm talking depression. There really is a difference.

And then there's those who have never seen a loved one crumble, who don't get it, who think by telling you to "snap out of it" that you can because it's *that* easy to do so.Why on earth didn't I think of *snapping* out of it before?! My goodness, *thanks* for that valuable input, I'm cured! Feelings when it comes to depression are like a broken dam - once that barrier breaks down, you can't stop them flooding out. As much as you desperately try to fix that broken barrier, or hear that little voice telling you to overcome this, it feels like a seemingly impossible task.

It takes time, there's no quick or magical fix, and you worry that by admitting something like this that it will impact on your relationships, your friendships, or possibly even your future career in a world where employers Google potential employees. Not to mention how it *personally* impacts and skewers your thoughts.

Well, do you know what, I'm only human. I said in January, and I will keep reiterating this:

To err is human, to forgive divine. We all make mistakes. But it's picking ourselves up from them, forgiving ourselves and moving on, that's what matters.

I accept this, and in accepting this, I accept that I am human. That there are the bad parts to me as much as there are the good parts, and that those people who only want or "accept" you when you're "playing perfect", well, they really aren't people worthy of your time or love.

I will get through this again, taking the rough with the smooth, but I know that there is no quick or magical fix, as much as we'd all like there to be. If I can accept this in a society which encourages us to be perfect and to not show our weaknesses - even if by doing so we're living a lie - then, perhaps, one day, we should all be able to accept this. I'd like to think so anyway. Thank you for reading. xoxo


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