29/06/17

It's been crazy time since I last posted here and with university coming to an end, time has completely flown by.

Thank you for following my journey so far, I have recently moved over to 2firs.com.

I created this online publication to showcase all of my work.

I hope you like it.

-2firs

17/12/16

Burberry Trench Coats are Absolutely Perfect.

Story By @ChandlerWaller

bae.
Sourced from Burberry.

A piece of clothing that stands out among all others in its section. Going through trench coats online, the Burberry ones always stand out.

It's funny how some so expensive and completely out of my price range appeals to a lower class scumbag like myself. A trench coat is something that I've wanted for so goddamn long, they're stylish, last all year round in all seasons and go well with almost anything.

The Burberry product comes in cool colours of stone, honey, navy and black which first outshines all the rest. Looking in more detail with comparison to others, you'll find the coat sold by Burberry comes in a more fitting cut. I'm not paid by Burberry to promote their items (my god I wish I was) but this is more of an appreciation for something that has become almost iconic.

You can look at all the trench coats in the world and not find ones that are more stylish than what Burberry provide. I've been following the trend for two years and it looks like its going to stay. I used to fancy the Montague Burton collection which featured trench coats, turtlenecks and more in AW14. After time and consideration, I found Burberry trench coats to be the crème de la crème.

If you're thinking yeah this is sound, think again unless you've got over a grand to spare. The very best comes at a price which we can only guess is worth the quality. And lets face it, it probably is.

-2firs.

10/12/16

The Megabus Experience

Story By @ChandlerWaller

Deadlines are over and I’ve made it back to Sevenoaks where I can now relax for the next few weeks. Of course, I’m broke so my only choice was to purchase a Megabus ticket to London for £25.60 leaving my bank balance weaker than ever. 

A cheap man's option.

I was to set off and begin my journey at the local Wetherspoons; so I could feed my hunger for what was to come for the next nine hours. I think it’s safe to say, it didn’t work. Sitting on the coach before 9am had me wondering if it was a good idea; trying desperately to get some shut eye after only an atrocious three hours sleep. I woke up feeling refreshed and looking forward to getting back home, alas there was seven hours left of my journey. 

I read a book, took up two seats and looked to the wondrous views of the M5 and M4.

I arrived into Bristol between 2-3pm with two things to look forward to; it was the last stop before London and the woman next to me was getting off. It was until another woman decided I was the perfect candidate to sit next to with her young child. You can see where this is going, can’t you.

In all honesty, the kid was not that bad… For now.

Another hour had set in and I start to feel really uncomfortable. My buns felt as solid as steel and without the area to move around, I was stuck like this for the remainder of the journey. I tried squirming around as much as I could, wondering how I was going to survive. After all this, with less than one hour to go; the kid starts complaining and I realise it’s Friday night in London.

Worst decision ever.

I try to remember the times when I was younger and would complain about long journeys; and if there was ever a stranger telling me to shut the f**k up so I could do it myself. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember a scenario so I left it, eye rolling at myself.

Going through London at an incredibly slow pace, I thought I noticed my friend or someone who looks very similar to her. The factor was the hair, it’s very recognisable let’s just say that. If I ever lose her, that’s how I find her. I almost tap on the window, thinking it’s definitely her until I realise it was just a fur hood.

I’m tired, the journey is at an end, the mother next to me managed to get her to child to chill out. Props to you lady. What could possibly go wrong? I’ve finished my journey. For f**ks sake mum, you’re at the wrong station.

19/11/16

Casey Neistat Just Ended His Vlog.

Story by +Chandler Waller

Woah, like seriously woah. I don't even know how I'm going to write this when no words come out of my mouth but I'll give it a go.

Casey Neistat, a YouTuber with over 5 million subscribers just uploaded his daily vlog... To say that he was ending it. Reason why I'm writing this is because only yesterday was I mentioning him in a presentation in an idea to promote through his vlog. Michelle, I swear I knew nothing, please don't fail me.

From the 26th March 2015, Casey has uploaded a video of every day life until now. 

The 35 year old who has created many viral videos described the explanation as 'it was not challenging him anymore'. He mentioned how the more he done it, the easier it became and he was wanting to take on a new challenge in his career.

Although many fans were upset about the announcement, rest assured this is not the end of Casey Neistat. He wishes to continue doing YouTube but dedicating more time to his videos. He doesn't state what exactly he'll be making in the future but a video is a video right? So please fans don't cry just yet.

Myself being a late adopter to Casey's video am a bit p***ed. But I'm not one to cry and complain. If we all hold hands and cry ourselves to sleep, I'm sure we can get through this.

I'm among many who are going to miss the daily vlogs, Casey has introduced millions of people into his life, shared many aspects and shown us some really cool s***. I admire his dedication to doing this for so long but everything good must come to an end. 

You can watch the final vlog episode right here:

-2firs.

05/11/16

Katie Taylor Turning Pro Has Got People Annoyed.

Story by @ChandlerWaller.

So I'm sitting here when I should have started cleaning my shithole of a house but instead I decided to write an article after looking at idiotic comments on Twitter.

For those of you who don't know, Katie Taylor signed with Matchroom Boxing recently. The successful amateur won gold at the Olympics, 5 golds at the World championships, 6 golds at the European championships, 5 golds at the European Union Championships and one at the European games. I think its fair to say that she's been a very successful amateur and we should wish her all the best in her professional career.

But Oh no, we have to watch Women's boxing...

Scrolling through Twitter like.

That's essentially the jist I got after scrolling through Twitter today. One user referred to the announcement as "So there's gonna be less real boxing on Matchroom shows to fit in woman's boxing? Terrible news". You sir, (with the nicest language because my mother will read this) are a c***, sorry mum had to be done.

Apparently gender defines 'real' boxing.

Why anyone would feel the need to make a comment like that is beyond me. Perhaps the dog in his profile picture didn't get the chance to go pro. Nobody knows but on no level is it acceptable to say women's boxing does not fit under 'real boxing'.

One Amateur congratulated Katie on turning professional with one of the best boxing promotions in the country. Which is a huge move for women's boxing, as an avid watcher of Matchroom events, I can't say I've ever seen women's boxing featured, so good on you Eddie!

"Thoughts on topless boxing, Shannon?"

Yes because out of all the things you could have replied, you chose that... Seriously were these people dropped at birth? Thankfully and in good style, she came back with a fire response.

                       You go girl!

I'm going to go and relieve my anger with cleaning.

Katie Taylor makes her professional debut on the 26th November on Sky Sports.

-2firs.
*Side Note: Was meant to be published on The Tab but now its becoming outdated.

07/10/16

Oh, Tyson Fury.

Story by @ChandlerWaller

Tyson Fury, the man who beat the man who no one could beat. Injury, mental health

Sourced from here.

problems and now drugs, set aside his rematch with Klitschko and people cannot stop talking about. I decided it would be time to voice my own useless opinions and thoughts, besides I'm bored af.

He accomplished what no one else could do, he's the entertaining sportsman that most people hate. From sexist views to snorting lines of cocaine, there really is only one Tyson Fury. 

The long awaited rematch was cancelled twice, once for injury and the other his supposable mental health problems. People are getting in a bit of a tiddle about it. As a boxing fan, I wanted to see the rematch but let's be honest the first one was like chewing on a toenail. Boring, pointless and upsetting. I didn't take much notice of the first time he pulled out due to injury, I rather enjoyed seeing clips of him partying whilst the World Cup was on.

It was the second time he pulled out of the rematch that got me. I started to think Tyson Fury with mental health problems started to make A LOT of sense. 

Quite honestly I think he's a bit of a nutcase.

Sourced from here.

I knew there had to be something, I knew something in his mind wasn't right. He talks about mind games and playing with his opponents but was he just playing them with himself? I try to remember how he acted when he won the heavyweight crown from Klitschko and for a brief moment, he seemed normal. Then he started to sing 'Aerosmith - I don't wanna miss a thing'.

I would happily do a few lines of coke with you on a Saturday evening, but I'm a twenty year old unemployed blogger so I have nothing to lose. If I was in Tyson Fury's position with a wife, kids and in a job that tests you for drugs, I'm pretty certain I'd leave it alone.

Tyson Montana. Of course Tyson tried to make it a joke, he can't exactly get any lower now can he? He reposted the pictures on Twitter and I just know Tyson couldn't give a s***.

I don't know why I accepted he 'retired', I just really thought it was true.

Sourced from here.

Tyson Fury is the biggest troll I have ever seen. As soon as I heard that he was trying to fool the media by saying he was retiring, I completely understood. That's him 100%. But I'm always forgetting about his 'mental health' status.

He also seems to think that gypsies are a race. Again it could be a trick. But I genuinely think gypsies believe they are a race. According to information I found out a few years ago, my ancestors were gypsies. Let's state that I do not think I'm part gypsy. I've never considered it a race, but Tyson Fury on the other hand does. 

Then came the I'm a Celebrity, Get me Out of Here announcement that Fury could be joining the candidates. Mentally unstable... Jungle for 30 days... His team said "it would be a good boost for his career."

I'm so f***ing done.

-2firs

26/09/16

London Tattoo Convention

Story By @ChandlerWaller

It’s overdue for me to go back to university, sitting here on my train and I can’t wait for it to be over already. I’ve only been sat here for two minutes but I hate travelling on trains. I told myself that I would only bring a backpack and whilst I was successful, I loath myself at being such a hoarder. My backpack filled with my snapbacks when in reality I only really wear one. A pair of jeans which are so fricken blue you’d think I was taking the p*** buying them. With all the cramming that I had to do, I still managed it and can’t help but think I could have taken more. That said, my summer is over and its back to Falmouth where a lot of hard work is needed to make sure I actually graduate.

A new tattoo is always itchy and whilst the rest of my skin is itching like mad I feel like I have just added to the problem. I’ve had this irritation for a while and obviously I don’t go to the doctors because I’m an absolute idiot. I feel like I’ve done enough moaning and now I can start writing what you came here to read.

I was desperate for a friend to come with me to the convention, being my first time I really didn’t want to go on my laz. Luckily a friend was available and with a little bribe of a house party in Brixton, he agreed to come with me. 

I’d seen a lot people heavily tattooed just walking to the tobacco dock and if I felt out of place not being covered in ink, then I’m wondering what my ink free friend must think. 

I’m walking around, creasing my face up at the dot work of some tattoo artists because f*** me it looks painful. Photographers everywhere, there’s a film camera which I’m trying to get in the back of the shot because what else do you do? Photographers are calling out to people asking them to model their tattoos and my friend slyly says “Wow, you really have let yourself go, haven’t you?”.

I’m starting to think that bringing him wasn’t the best idea.

There’s plenty of people with neck tattoos, which makes me look in jealousy. I’m waddling around through the crowds, to the different tattoo artists who are all hard at work and I’m pretty sure it makes a nice pay check. Some of these artists are absolute geniuses, I’m looking at portrait tattoos and it looks like the real Heisenberg is looking right back at me. I’m tempted enough to get a tattoo, I’ve had a few ideas so I run it by one tattoo artist, telling him I want an 8 ball on this place, this size… “No I want to do something much bigger”. I stand there awkwardly not knowing how to respond to that, I give him a simple “okay” and walk away with my smile now gone thinking I might not get one done today.

Don’t you just love New Yorkers?

They’re my favourite type of people, just willing to have a conversation with anybody. I’m looking through flash designs and @chillypete doesn’t ask me if I like what I see, he just tells me about how he’s so jet lagged, and that smoking a number last night didn’t knock him out, he just got really high and hungry. So after a minute or two of chitchat, I ask the question of doing my 8 ball and now I want a boxing glove on the other side, I’m getting my v lines done and I’m so excited. He replies with a “Oh yeah that’ll look sick”. He tells me its going to be around £200 and I think my heart drops out of its place and into my stomach. I just accept that its a convention standard, anywhere here is going to be expensive, besides I like this guy even though my mum is going to laugh at me. He tells me to come back in a couple of hours, we’ve got some time to kill.

Tattoo merchandise is awesome and the people selling it are even better. One guy asks us if we’re drinkers, my friend says no because he’s a f***ing bore. Obviously I say yes, I mean come on I don’t even really know sober Chandler. He hands me a shot of this 85% s*** and I just neck it back feeling a bit disappointed thinking he was going to buy me a beer. I’m having a look whilst this toxin is sliding down my throat and I say to myself if I’m going to spend £200 on a tattoo there’s no way I’m adding to the downfall of my student finance through clothes. I’d probably end up homeless.

We keep hearing about these ‘Fuel girls’ that are going to perform, so we think the hell with it we’ll check it out. 

After 30 seconds I wonder if I’ve accidentally been invited to a overcrowded exotic strip club.

I’m watching some attractive girls that are way out of my league prancing around in skimpy outfits. “They’re majestic af” I say whilst one of the girls is licking fire and the other one is putting a snake in her mouth. There’s also a dead pool wannabe and a girl bending her body in ways that I can’t think is natural, oh and she’s also up in the air.

There’s no lap dances so I can confirm that it is not a strip club. Sorry guys.

I completely forgot about my burger incident! If there’s one thing about me its that you don’t upset me involving food and alcohol and when you mix the two together, all hell breaks looks. First thing I’m paying £7.00 for a f***ing burger and next thing its cold. I want to go and throw it in his face but due to previous experience I’ve learned that that doesn’t work. 

Anyway its tattoo time after going back twice due to delays. @Chillypete says he can’t do it for a while but his pal that he works with can. He’s also a New Yorker and loves boxing so of course I agree because I’m hyped to get new ink. @DiegoVMannino is the person prodding a needle into me and he tells me that he needs at least 2 inches of space around the tattoo. I’m looking around at a crowded area and think I am not getting my dick out here. So I settled for a little higher on my body and just as well because I highly doubt this very kind and attractive girl would let me rest my head on her leg if my soldier was out. Diego says “he’s happy that I’m skinny and not fat” I say in my head ‘f*** you Will, I haven’t let myself go.’

He’s drilling into my skin and I forget the pain of tattoos, probably something to do with the alcohol I consumed last night.

I’m here for my dissertation but I don’t know how to bring it up and I also don’t think I can manage to speak and take notes like this (I didn’t think this through). So we just end up talking about boxing and I’m happy with that. He finishes the eight ball super quick and starts on the boxing glove. I have to switch sides and I instantly notice how much I’m sweating, the place is like a sauna. I’m in surprise as the right side is more painful and Diego notices right away “it’s weird right, how it’s more painful on one side than the other.” I’m starting to think that “right” is the American equivalent of an English “like”. My friend pops over to see how they look as I’m about to wince in agony. It’s all done in about thirty minutes, this guy is quick! I eventually tell him about my dissertation and he said he’d be totally down for answering some questions if I email him. The relief I have that I didn’t have to do it there and then. 

I go to stand up and almost fall over in doing so, my leg feels like its been replaced with a jelly baby.

I manage to stand and look down at my awesome new tats, I couldn’t be happier and the £200 is justified with the quality of them. 

I’m in agony walking around and I know I need to get some cream, so where’s the best place to go? I come across a bunch of products where a guy is being told what does what, I’m trying to understand but I still have no f***ing clue. I was over the moon that this cream only cost £5, like seriously where do you find a moisturiser for that price.

I’ve got my tattoo and my cream and now I say “f*** it, let’s go get f***ed”.

-2firs.