What I would save from my burning house

Last night I had one of those moments that you fear most in life and that you pray will never happen to you. I was in my room watching the season six finale of Suits (I know, I’m so behind) when my mum ran in. She told me “honey, pack some things and get out of the house” and then she disappeared. In that moment, you know exactly what is happening, nothing further needing to be said. As you sit there, you begin to recollect every time you have pondered to yourself “if my house was on fire and I had 2 minutes to gather every single thing I want saved, knowing that I will probably never see the rest of my stuff again, what would I save?”. Let me tell you now: when you are actually in the moment and you are flustered and confused by the sudden realisation that this is a very real question that you have very little time to answer and execute… you are going to make a whole lot of crazy choices and it is going to tell you a whole lot about what you truly value in life. So let me talk you through what I saved.

The first thing I saved: Journals

I’m not a massive journal person, I never have been. You can tell by the sporadic nature of these blog posts that as much as I love to write, my motivation is simply not there most of the time. But ever since I started dating my boyfriend over two years ago, I have logged our memories together, as a sort of timeline of our lives. What can I say? I’m sentimental. Maybe one day, when civilisation as we know it ends, the new caretakers of the land will stumble across the journals and a few generations of liberal story telling later, we will become the Orpheus and Eurydice of the modern era. One can dream. Anyway…

These journals were the first thing I saved because those memories are the thing that I cherish most in the world. Not only are they important because they’re memories of my relationship; they also have contextual value. I have lived my entire life in that one house. Every single memory I have has breathed life into the soul of that house. Some of those memories have been captured within the pages of those journals so by saving the journals, I save just the smallest thread of that soul. That, to me, is a comfort I feel I would need if I had just lost everything which had been familiar to me for twenty years and that is why I saved those journals.

Next: Laptop and Tech

Once I knew my journals were safe, I went for my laptop. Now of course, this is also important for sentimental purposes because it’s filled with my photos and various other bits and bobs from over the years, but don’t be fooled: this was a secondary benefit to me at this moment. The first thing that crossed my mind after saving those journals was “I should probably save my laptop because I have assignments to work on”. Yep. I then went on to save my laptop and phone chargers, thinking “well if my phone died, that would be terribly inconvenient and laptop chargers are expensive so I should save that.” My entire house could be burning down right now and in this particularly flustered moment, my laptop charger seemed like the biggest expense to worry about. At this point I can’t decide if I’m thinking sensibly or if I’m right up there with Kitty and Lydia Bennet as one of the silliest girls in the country. Feel free to take a vote, I’d love to know.

Finally: Clothes

In my situation, I was lucky enough to have quite a bit of time to gather my things together. I guarantee you, if there were flames licking up my kitchen walls, I would not be taking the time to grab clothes. But at this point, there were no flames so I took my chances and this is what happened:

I started by grabbing practical stuff like underwear, shorts and basic tops; I just wanted to grab enough stuff to get me through for a few days. But then I realised something. Anyone who knows me could tell you I take my clothes and style very seriously. For some people, dying their hair or getting tattoos makes them happy and gives them that little bit of personality sparkle. Clothes do that for me. So as I stood in my wardrobe I realised that if I was to lose everything and was desperate for something to cheer me up, some of these fun clothes could do that. That may sound shallow and materialistic but remember, at this point I have already saved the important memories so I’m just bringing in reinforcements right now. The reinforcements I chose were a long fluffy coat, my favourite yellow dress (so that I would still have something nice to wear to a wedding I will be attending next week) and a sequin top that makes me glisten like a Christmas bauble. Later I realised that I had forgotten to save my favourite gold sequin blazer and I was pretty disappointed in myself and my life choices at that moment. This has been noted for future reference.

So right now you’re probably a bit confused, trying to paint my character and basing your portrait off what I decided to save and my justifications for doing so. Which is exactly what this blog was designed for. However, if I’ve done my job correctly, your portrait is probably looking a bit more Picaso than da Vinci. Let me tell you why:


And people are too.

I have my layers and you have yours. Deep down, I’m incredibly sentimental and nothing is more important to me than my memories. Just below the surface, I am a cocktail of perfectionism, drive, academic devotion, career orientation, anxiety and stress. At this level I’m basically a pressure cooker filled with lots of things to do, limited time to do them and self-expectation to do them perfectly every time. But at the same time, I like maintaining that relaxed-charm kind of life, you know? No one likes a perpetual stresser. So I cover that layer up with sequin jackets, fluffy coats and a glorious smile which makes me feel like I have some level of control over my life and brings out the “fun Alice” that everyone knows and loves.

When the firefighters told us that it was a false alarm, I went back into the house, looked over everything I saved and thought to myself “what on earth were you doing? Of all of the things you could have saved, why did you choose that?” But looking back at it now, it makes a lot of sense and I can probably say that I would do exactly the same next time if given the time to do so (this time remembering the gold sequin blazer, of course).

So, what would you save if smoke was billowing out of your roof and you had 20 minutes to pack and get out?


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The humble board game

I was having a good little ponder this morning about my blog and how it has become far too serious for my liking. Naturally I’m not a particularly serious person; I have my moments, of course, but in essence I live my life in search for a good chuckle. So why, then, does my blog not reflect this? To give credit where it is due, my blog is charming in its own little way, I won’t deny it this compliment. It’s an eclectic mix of musings, reflections and appreciations that I have grown rather fond of. But humour is missing and now that I have noticed this, its absence is getting to me. So if you will allow (and even if you will not, for by the time you are given the chance to form an opinion, the deed will already be done), I am now going to rectify this situation.

I was talking to my boyfriend about what I should write in my next blog and (bless him for the crazy mind he has) he suggested “a blog about the culture of games and how it has evolved over time”. It is an intriguing and original idea, however I must admit that on the regular this would be one of the last topics I would choose to write about… which is exactly why I am going to write about it. Allow me to take you on an adventure through my ponderings on a topic I know nothing about.

With my absence of knowledge or opinion on this topic, as any perfectionist and/or curator of useless information would do, I googled it. Due to the wonders of the internet and people with opinions on topics that are wildly under-acknowledged, your girl now has a basis for reflection.

From what we know, the first board game was invented in Predynastic Egypt, around 3000BC.  It was the early form of Backgammon, called Senet. However, this is also something we don’t know for sure because some people argue that the first board game was in fact a form of dice, originating in Turkey around 5000BC. Whether or not we know the exact date is beside the point. What I am here to point out is that no matter how much our lifestyle has transformed over the last few millennia, we still share with our ancestors an appreciation for the ever-humble board game. What is interesting, however, is that in these ancient times, board games were tied into politics and religion because even then the human race had a tendency to spoil even the most simple of things with these very topics.

Senet was used by Ancient Egyptian Pharaohs who believed strongly in the concept of fate. The people related a win in a game of Senet back to the strength of the Pharaoh’s protection under the great Egyptian gods. If you lost… well they probably didn’t make that publicly known; preventing widespread fears of godly smitings is always a good idea. In 3000BC, when the working class began to join the board game bandwagon, they started being tied into religion with a key example being Mehen. This game represented the deity Mehen who was known to the Sun Cult as a huge serpent who liked to wrap himself around the sun god (Ra) to protect him. But then somewhere in there, the god and the game became so tied up with one another, no one really quite knew which one came about first. Was the game inspired by the god or was the god inspired by the game? If the latter, I hope one day that there will be a seat for me in the great church of Catan.

In modern times, although some of us may find an interest in playing a round of Monopoly with Trump (or dabbling in the online game brought to you by the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster), essentially we have simplified the board game (and for modern time’s sake, the online/video game) back down to its true essence: away from politics and religion and back to a mode of socialising. Even video games, which were once known as the tool of the antisocial to avoid society, have now become more open to interaction with an increase in multiplayer and interactive gaming (my heartfelt condolences to the antisocial).

It’s funny how simpler times brought about a complication of the simple things and in more complicated times, the simple things are appreciated for their simplicity. I am personally very grateful to the humble board game. Thank you for taking away the awkward silence in a dull party. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to appreciate the wit and brilliance of the people we surround ourselves with. And thank you for flipping tables since 1902 (the invention of Monopoly). I am glad that there has been a resurgence in board games and social video gaming. It brings about a moment of happiness for everyone and draws out the side of a person’s personality that is so often crushed or hidden under the weight of every day. So thank you, games, for making humanity great again.

So there you go, friends. That has been my pondering on a topic I now know a little too much about.

Stay fun,
Stay brilliant,
Play a board game.



Hello friends!

My name is Alice and I see the world differently. I think of life as a two part cocktail, made up of tangible and intangible elements. Life’s tangible elements are the things that can be measured; your achievements, your wealth, your time. In a society that is so obsessed with the ability to understand and measure everything, it is only natural that these are the things most people focus on everyday; the things that have the most influence on the judgement of our personal success and worth as a member of society. The importance of these tangible elements are so heavily established within our thought processes that they make us stressed, they make us sad, and sometimes they can blind us to the other half of life’s cocktail. The intangible elements are so often overlooked amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life. I’m talking about the things that can’t be measured. To get philosophical about it, these are the things Alan Turing viewed as the defining elements of humanity, that separate man from machine. Our experiences, our memories, our emotions. In a world that is now so heavily focused on economic growth and scientific advances, it is no surprise that its people are becoming less like people and more like parts of a machine, wired for a specific purpose and drawn away from all the opportunities and experiences that make us human. This is sad.

But I don’t think it has to be this way. You know how I said I see life differently? This is what I meant.

I made a decision a while ago. That the intangible elements of life are just as important as the tangible. I work hard, yeah. Even though I avoid stressing out until it’s absolutely necessary, I still see the importance of ‘tangible success’. But you know what? Just to be really cliche, I’ll chuck this idea out there: life’s too short to miss an opportunity to smile. I’m one of those weird people that is always smiling. That says hello to strangers in a tone that is slightly too bright and happy to be appropriate in that particular situation. That finds hilarity in all the small things that no one else ever seems to notice. I love people. I love seeing them express themselves, I love hearing their stories and I love seeing them smile.

I wish other people could join me. It saddens me that so many people are missing out on so much brilliance. So I want to change it.

This blog is exactly as described. A documentation of life’s brilliance. Everything from talented buskers to creative fashion statements, to bustling cafes. All the things that people miss everyday as they stare down at their watches hoping they don’t miss their train. I want to make people smile. I want to bring together a community of people that have fun, smile way too often and say hi too happily, because that is what life is all about. I hope you will join me on my adventure.

Have fun and be brilliant,

– Alice