October 29, 2014 § Leave a comment
I must admit, bra shopping, for me, is nothing short of a mission. Countless times I have put it off and put it off until I am forced, out of pure desperation, on to the High Street to hunt down a bra which does not resemble a stained, chewed-up, hole-filled rag.
The problem is, when I do finally make it to the shops, the task itself is just too much for my resolve to take. What colour? What shape? And dear lord, what size?! How can one shop advise me that I should be wearing a 34D when another concludes that I am, without a doubt, a 26HH? (Here’s looking at you, Bravissimo). It’s enough to send me racing back home to hide under the duvet and clutch my stained, chewed-up, hole-filled rag bra to my chest in despair.
So when I was invited along to the Triumph event in my local Jenners to get measured, drink champagne and find out everything there is to know about their new Magic Wire bra, I jumped at the chance. (Figuratively, of course, as this old bra doesn’t support quite like it used to.)
When I arrived, I was immediately taken for a fitting with a lovely assistant who told me all about the importance of wearing a proper-fitting bra while laughing (or at least pretending to) at my hellish lingerie-purchasing anecdotes.
The bra is designed with comfort and support in mind, has no wire (which saves any awful stray wires digging ceaselessly into your armpits) and has been created to feel like a second skin. And, as luck would have it, it succeeds marvelously in ticking all of these boxes.
Normally, any mention of ‘no underwire’ would send me running for the hills for fear of looking like an 87-year-old undertaking a severe crash diet, but the Magic Wire bra held everything in place perfectly. The secret, or indeed the ‘magic’, lies in an invisible integrated silicone wire which, when molded inside the cups, provides the support of a normal wired bra.
The bra comes in many different colours and patterns and, as it is currently retailing at £36, I will definitely be purchasing another one soon! Or perhaps two…
The Magic Wire bra was designed after Triumph research discovered that a bra digging in was one of women’s top daily niggles and the lingerie company set out to remedy this.
Triumph has also launched a new #Nigglefix campaign, a platform to enable women to share those things that frustrate them on a day-to-day basis and share any top tips on combatting them. The campaign focuses on empowering women to come together and collectively help each other find fixes for their niggles.
June 23, 2014 § 1 Comment
I’ve been putting off writing this letter for some time now, as I believed, or rather fruitlessly hoped, that these negative feelings that have been tormenting me recently would pass. However, after torturous weeks of typing, reading, phone calls, typing, emails, research and sweating in the library, all combined with – you’ve guessed it – more typing, I have finally had enough.
Tonight, I practically ran home from work, slammed the door behind me, struggled as fast as I could to get out of my chicken-infused trousers and then collapsed on the living room rug, in just my pants, and began typing again. This is how bad things have become, Dissertation. I no longer even have time to put on clean trousers.
May 12, 2014 § Leave a comment
by Alicia Simpson and Melissa Steel for SurGE Magazine
Video music from http://www.freemusicarchive.org
With our legs dangling dangerously over the 10 metre drop, we cannot help but wonder just what we have got ourselves into…
We began our training session just half an hour earlier with the vital assistance of trained coach, Charlotte Dunn. She tells us it takes almost ten years to get to Commonwealth Games level, but we find ourselves teetering nervously on the poolside, preparing to make our first splash after just 10 minutes.
January 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
Day 3: The struggle continues. When I sit down at my desk first thing this morning, there’s an email eagerly awaiting me. “Sorry,” it says, “We had to use the picture”. I gulp, glancing around to see if anyone has seen me come in, and has erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Everyone seems in their usual state, however, numbly staring at their computer screens, waiting… watching time drip by in a deliberately slow and painful manner. It seems I’m safe, for now. “We managed to make the video ‘disappear’ though!” states the email. Perhaps there is a God after all.
By now, I have been informed that the only reason they send the work experience person out to do vox pops is because everyone else absolutely detests it. This information, predictably, makes it all the more soul-destroying.
January 14, 2014 § 1 Comment
First things first. By ‘struggling’, I do not mean to portray that I have no money. I don’t, obviously, but that is not the point. What I mean is I’m lost, caught up in a world of clever words, job advertisements, brutal shorthand and, let’s face it, people who write much better than myself. To remedy this, and in a desperate attempt to steer myself in some sort of positive direction that isn’t cocaine addiction or becoming a 70 stone Internet model, I have been undertaking some work experience at the Edinburgh Evening News. Below is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth (with occasional interventions of extreme exaggeration.)
December 17, 2013 § Leave a comment
With a recent pilot scheme to film passengers in the back of taxis set to be launched in the Capital, Edinburgh-dwellers were immediately at their computers, furiously bashing the keyboard in a neck-and-neck race to determine who could comment the fastest. However, with observations such as ‘You’d need a very fast recording speed to capture the meter going round’, it seems Scots have rather failed to grasp the big picture.
And, admittedly, this is not the first time Scotland, or Britain in general for that matter, has managed to overlook the warning signs. Take Orwell’s vision of our future dystopia, for example. His omnipresent government surveillance and parody of the totalitarian impulse, deemed ‘momentous’ in 1949, has now largely taken a back seat in contemporary society, except perhaps in its most exploited form: Channel 4’s Big Brother.