Forever Chung

So on Monday I met Alexa Chung at her book signing in Manchester.

Alexa Chung.

Alexa.Chung.

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After a complete palaver on Sunday evening of sickening anxiety over what to wear I finally chose an outfit. What does one wear to meet Alexa Chung? What does one say in her presence? 

I got the tram into town at 11 fully anticipating a large queue but Waterstones was utterly desolate. Thankfully, on the second floor where the signing took place there was a cafe where I sat and waited for two hours nursing vanilla latte after vanilla latte and positively quaking in my new blue monk shoes. 

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The signing was at 1 and I had an English Literature lesson at 2.15. I knew that I would be undoubtedly late but I also knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. 

As the queue curled round the corner of the labyrinth of bookstands it was my turn. I thrust my iPhone into the hands of the sales assistant stood on photo duty and awkwardly stumbled over to the desk. It's silly to idolise one person so much but I was pretty much speechless. She looked so effortlessly cool and stylish. I want to be her. 

She looked me up and down and said "ten out of ten" which sent me in a state of borderline hysteria embarrassingly squealing  "THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT MEANS!!!"

she asked where my kilt was from to which I admitted it was a vintage treasure I purchased for a mere £9 in Edinburgh in July which lead us on to talking about how I was currently skipping college like a true rebel to meet her. She said, and I quote, "I love that shit!!"

I pretty much felt like Joseph Gordon-Levitt in the dance sequence of (500) Days Of Summer when I left that book shop. 

In conclusion, Alexa Chung is officially my favourite person in the world ever and she's so lovely and nice and just gah. Iconic. 

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