– Her facial expressions basically made the whole show. Gone are the days where Mary Berry’s sexual innuendoes (bless her heart) made everyone crack up. Nadiya’s face morphed into shapes we didn’t know were possible and she did it just at the right time, without even knowing it. We felt her despair when things went a little tits up and we were chuckling away with her when things went right. She was the Queen of facial expressions.
– She won it for the self-doubters. Being someone who sometimes has a lack of self confidence in her day to day life, it was great to see Nadiya blossom from the shy flop in Week 1 (coming bottom of the class… who’d have thunk she’d be crowned winner?) to someone who actually stood back at the end, trophy and flowers in hand, and told the camera ‘I can, and I will’. Every person in Britain had an enormous sense of girl power at that moment when they silently mouthed ‘you go, girl’ and did a mini fist pump (or a rather large one in my case) from the comfort of their sofa.
– Her inspiring winner’s speech. Pretty much the same as above, she gave her little tearful speech at the end but it wasn’t corny and it wasn’t cheesy – it made her finally realise she can kick butt and achieve something if she puts her mind to it.
– She juggled being Queen of the Bakes with being a mum to three. And she juggled it well. When the camera panned to shots of her family life, a chaotic one at that (and her hot husband – hubba hubba….) we all had an overwhelming fuzzy feeling in our stomachs. She didn’t just do it for the anxious and the self-doubters, she did it for the full-time mums who need to put time aside to do something for themselves every now and again. Okay, so maybe not go on the BBC and win a prime time show, but taking out an hour every now and again to do something you love.
– Her dismissal of the usual Daily Mail racial-vomit that came out to play. Okay, so by dismissal I mean she’s totally ignored the drivel we all expected from the Daily Mail (“Poor Flora Shedden never stood a chance. She was far too middle class…. If she’d made a chocolate mosque she’d have stood a better chance.”) Urgh. Of course we knew it was coming, but Nadiya didn’t win Bake Off because she wore a hijab, she won it because she won the hearts of the nation. If we’d watched the Bake Off blind, not only would we not have seen what everyone made but she’d still have won, in my opinion. Although we wouldn’t have seen those classic facial expressions of hers.
– She was simply down to earth. Yes, she made mistakes. No, she wasn’t perfect like Ian ‘star baker three weeks in a row’ Cumming but she was just normal. And darn funny.
For all my avid fans (thanks for sticking around, I haven’t posted since May 2014…….) I wanted to let you know I’m going to have a revamp of my beloved blog that I have neglected for so long.
Through fear of losing my old articles and random drivel, I will keep this blog but am reinventing it as ‘Reasons why…..’
Every week (and yes, I WILL stick to that this time) you will get another update from me on ‘Reasons why…..’ so watch this space for more pointless and, hopefully, entertaining foolish nonsense from my claptrap of a brain.
“Life is a series of moments and moments are always changing, just like thoughts, negative and positive. And though it may be human nature to dwell, like many natural things it’s senseless, senseless to allow a single thought to inhabit a mind because thoughts are like guests or fair-weather friends. As soon as they arrive, they can leave, and even the ones that take a long time to emerge fully can disappear in an instant. Moments are precious; sometimes they linger and other times they’re fleeting, and yet so much could be done to them; you could change a mind, you could save a life and you could even fall in love.”
Cecelia Ahern, How to Fall in Love
A quick note to let you all know I have been offered a job at the Essex Enquirer newspaper as a trainee reporter – the hard work has paid off and I’m putting my apron far, far away in the back of my cupboard never to waitress again *touch wood*
Don’t get me wrong, I love the guys at the pub, but I can’t wait to start writing again and getting my teeth into stories in Essex. Even if I am pooping my pants as it’s the very first time I’ll be doing something meaningful in my career with more responsibility than a work experience girl.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: It’s one small step for journalists….
On Saturday 26th April I did an abseil for The Bobby Moore Fund as part of Cancer Research UK. I managed to raise £570.00 by the end thanks to generous friends, family and West Ham supporters.
Going over the top was incredibly scary and I was very shaky and a little tearful, but I conquered it and it was an amazing experience. And for a good cause too – what more could you want?!
I would also like to say a big thank you and sorry to the abseil professional helping me at the top. I didn’t catch his name through my nerves but he was very calm and collected considering he had a mad abseiler in his hands… a hero!
I must admit before I begin that I’ve been to see this film twice at the cinema – and it was only released last week. This is one of a very few times that I’ve been to see a film twice at the cinema before waiting for the DVD release. Does this prove to you how much I love it?
It’s the perfect balance of romance, humour and superhero action with a MASSIVE marmite-style twist that the biggest Marvel fans will either love or hate.
Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone made me cry at least three times with their love story (and I’m not a huge fan of Emma Stone normally, but she totally sold it to me). Jamie Foxx (or ‘THE man’, as I like to call him) was also fantastic as Electro. There was even three bad guys in this film. THREE. They just kept on coming and it made a fresh take on the usual beat-the-bad-guy-and-live-happily-ever-after scenario.
I can’t even talk about the twist through ruining it for all of you. It’s worth me keeping quiet because the pure emotion and shock you feel when it happens is epic.
Seriously, go and see this film. Twice. Maybe three times.