I Hate Seagulls, by Kate Nash.

I have a friend

With whom I like to spend

Any time I can find with

I like sleeping in your bed

I like knowing what is going on inside your head

I like taking time and I like your mind

And I like when your hand is in mine

I like getting drunk on the dunes by the beach

I like picking strawberries

I like cream teas and I like reading ghost stories

And my heart skips a beat every time that we met

It's been a while and now your smile is almost like a memory

But then you're back and I am fine 'cause you're with me and I'm in love with you

And I can't find the words to make it sound unique

But honestly you make me strong

I can't believe I've found someone this kind

I hope you'll carry on'

Cause you're so nice and I'm in love with you..

There's nothing NOT to love about me.

So we trample in singing and linking arms with each other and the humble six of us form circle and start playing a game with the overhang of a drunken haze and more importantly a good bit of dutch courage. We start playing an unnamed game involved a bouncy ball and a whole lot of secrets and part heartache.

What you had to do was tell a fact about yourself and then bounce the ball to another person who had to do the same. It started off with silly things about things that turned us on, and to honest in went into one of those memorable nights where you really feel the impact of each others lives laid on top of you. I got to really challenge my own honesty from embarrassing childhood memories to life's uncertainties, and so did everybody else.

A lot of people were revealing personal insecurities and battles. I felt like being honest in a seemingly different way and instead of telling something laughable, embarrassing or revealing to just tell something which showed a different angle. My fact of that bounce was; 'I secretly think my body looks kinda awesome naked.' I got a load of woohoos and 'good on you's which made me think that it was a braver thing to say than 'I hate my body naked'

I started to think about how unacceptable it seems to be to be body confident. And I don't mean 'I think I'm the sexiest person in the world, I should be a model' confident. I mean the kind of confident where you realise you should be comfortable and happy and proud of your body rather than apologise over it and hide behind it.

I think when you're single especially when people make jokes about 'That's why you're single' and 'It's not my fault you can't get a boyfriend' you have to remind yourself why you are single; you love the independence, you love the freedom, you haven't found somebody who you want to put a lot of effort into, you're enjoying having a lot of time for yourself etc. You sometimes forget how wonderful you are, how somebody would be lucky to have you just as much as you'll be lucky to have them.

We need to remember as individuals we're totally unique. That the right person will see how talented, gorgeous, funny, kind and inspiring we are; and that's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not afraid of being single but I am afraid of wasting my time with somebody who won't get me, somebody who won't treat me right. I guess it's easy to get caught up in the bad things, and the things you try and change daily but just remember; There's NOTHING not to love about you. You're wonderful, and some day somebody wonderful is going to realise it too.

I wish I had a pet panda.

This is my life, and this is me.

My name's Janine and everytime I meet new people they tell the same jokes for 10 minutes and I never even pretend they're funny. I like video games and eating with my friends, especially at restaurants. I like drinking cider in the daytime talking and organising big nights out. I hate eating outside but I like going for a long walks with one person and feeling so much lighter afterwards; the same with long car drives.

My friends would describe me probably as clumsy, mostly inappropiate and a good laugh. We like doing almost everything with each other. From going out to hanging up washing and leaving the bins out. I think having somebody around you who'll always include you is one of the most valuable things you can ever be proud to have.

I believe in honesty, and this can come off as being very blunt. Once I've let you into my heart it takes me a long time to let go of you completely and I'm not sure I can fully let go at all. I don't trust others until they trust me first and I give out my life story when I've had a few drink and am feeling nostalgic.

I hate snobbery, and those who'll add you on facebook yet walk swiftly past in real life. I've no time for those who break you down to build themselves up or those who never even give you a chance. I believe that people are in the most part good and you have to believe that to get anywhere in life.

I get stressed, angry, and go absolutely ballistic if somebody belittles or patronises me. If my hearts broken I say everything I can to hurt somebody back and I feel the song Leave me Alone (I'm Lonely) so much it's pretty embarrassing. I also feel like I wrote 70% of all the Kate Nash songs she's ever put on an album. Joni Mitchell always makes me think of my childhood and very distant ex-boyfriends who bought me hot chocolate in winter.

Winter makes me feel more creative than the summer ever does and that warm fuzzy feeling going around town when the Christmas lights are on makes me think about falling in love for the very first time.

And I love being the only girl in the room.

Letting it float on.

So you're all having a good laugh and you get that feeling again, as the subject arises. You do that thing where you change the subject to what's for dinner or what movie you're going to watch but it steers right back and all you can do is ask questions as if it doesn't really hurt you. Y'know the 'really?' and 'When did this happen?' questions with a smirk as if it's all great craic. All you can do is pretend to be watching what's on TV or go and grab yourself the fifth ice lolly of the night. You come back in 10 minutes once you've picked up the clothes on your floor and got into your jammies at 8 o'clock.

By this point the conversation has steered away from the original event but has got to the point where if you leave they might wonder why. That ball of sand is at the very top of your throat as you hear more and more about it with everybody's point of view thickening and threading together you witness that you haven't spoken in a pretty long time and you have to say your piece. your shoulders shrug down as you try to say how you feel without turning into an emotional wreck and again telling your life story.

You just gotta let it float on.
And you gotta keep dancing, if nothing else.

This looks amazing.