I hate space*

I'd always thought the BFI IMAX was a gigantic cyber-age Lego piece, carelessly left behind by a baby alien on a recent family holiday to Waterloo. Turns out that it's actually one of the best nights out in London.

On Monday at eighteen hundred hours, I boarded the iconic multicoloured cylinder for the first time to watch Gravity in 3D.

I arrive through the screening room's double doors, crane back my neck to take in the sheer enormity of London's biggest screen, and buckle down in my sturdy red armchair.

Suddenly, a spotlight is ignited; a man appears, dramatically introduces the film and vanishes as quickly as he materialised.

The next ninety one minutes are intense. I'm talking butterflies in the stomach, blinding headiness, deafening silence, crushing claustrophobia, forlorn infinity and baited breath.

Of course, a $100 million Hollywood production starring Sandra Bullock and George Clooney was never going to have much gravitas as far as the plot is concerned, but it's the spectacle we're here for.

Now I've experienced 3D like this, I wouldn't want it any other way.

* I don't really hate space but that was my favourite quote from the film!

I thought I saw you in the Rusty Hook...

#OOTD | Fluffy Sequin Knit Jumper, Topshop | Tartan Skirt, ASOS

I LIVE in this jumper right now! Not only does this fluffy little crop number conjure allusions to the 90's grunge scene, but the sequins add a little disco to the equation too. I sat in the classic 60's Aarnio ball chair to really confuse the timeline.

Psst! The mini is actually a pencil skirt which I like to hike up every now and then!

Ghost Stories

The Mother and I love a spooky night out.

So here we are; ghosts from the future, transported into Number 48 Doughty Street, circa 1939. 

This is Charles Dicken's very own home; the birthplace of his two daughters, housing the upstairs bedroom that witnessed his 17 year old sister's death, and enclosed by walls that bred the creation of Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby.

I couldn't think of a better way to explore the Charles Dickens Museum than by candlelight on a chilly Autumn evening. The flickering shadows, the creaky wooden stairs and the scent of freshly cut oranges in the kitchen were subtle yet emotive enough to make us feel we really had traveled back in time. Occasionally, we stumbled across one of the Victorian maids, oblivious to our presence as she attended to the household duties or stowed away in the attic to swallow back tears with a shot of Bourbon.

The Mother and I were like giddy little ghost girls - we knew we shouldn't be sneaking around this stranger's house, but what the hell, it's not like we were gonna get caught!

Have you visited the Charles Dickens Museum? What did you think of the gift shop? I don't usually give souvenirs a second look but I couldn't pass up this Oliver Twist 'Please Sir, I want some more' bowl and cup set, or this little hardback collector's edition of Ghost Stories.