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Greetings Darklings! As you may have noticed, I love to buy stuff. But I love to buy unique stuff – be it thrifted or from smaller marketplaces such as Etsy. The shopping experience feels more personal and you end up with something cool that has been produced ethically. And most of all, you actually support […]
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There I was completely wasted, out of work and down (I wasn’t wasted, just caffeinated to the Gods) All inside it’s so frustrating as I drift from town to town (Kentish Town to Camden Town these days) Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die (yep but i am planning to do both […]
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I hate commuting in the mobile fart incubator known as the Tube … especially in the mornings when a fair proportion of the professional minion community does the tightest version of the YMCA dance, armpits raised to the Gods of Anti Perspirants, holding on to the sticky, sweaty poles (sometimes used as arse crack holders […]
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About 6 months ago, I came out of the Dark Ages and ditched my BlackBerry for an Iphone 7. It wasn’t easy coming out of the closet – in fact it took about 3 years of jokes, 102 looks of horror and most frightening : the prospect of a Mobile Phone Nose Job. Yep, I […]
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Back in the days when I was a size 6, and should have been posting way more selfies and bootyfies than I do now, I used to run a fashion blog which was pure style with moaning intervals. Now? I am just switching to lots of moaning with stylish intervals. Pattern explained below : 2007: […]
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After living for over a decade in the UK, I have come to the conclusion that over here, for a lot of people most Bank Holiday weekends either turn into Crank Holidays, Drank Holidays or both. Either the weather fails the population on its day off work – and it’s being remediated by copious amount […]
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Well Hell…o there !! Whilst it is evident that I am feeling better than I have in a good while, (oh yes : I have reverted to cheesy music-related titles for my blog posts … serving you a medley of fine 80s cheese today!), I must apologise for my lack of blogging lately. No, seriously. (serving […]
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It all started so innocently. Two friends, bonded by their love of nature and spontaneous outbursts of rock and heavy metal singing screeching, photoshooting going batshit on camera, having decided to find a spot and do the aforementioned, with copious amounts of snacks and nibbles (screw the Victoria Secret diet, we’re all about the Victoria Banquet […]
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A few years back, I have decided that every year I would treat myself to a photoshoot for my birthday. The idea was that if – and when – I get to 72, I could gloat in the nursing home – not about my grandchildren, but about my bling bling and silver chains; all the […]
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Anyone who knows me in real life knows that I am a functional-batshit-spirited individual with a low tolerance for BS. I don’t care for socially accepted inept behaviours, be it in the workplace or socially. You want to work like a slave until 10pm because it looks good in front of the guy who is […]
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“Like, I was totally like, I don’t like Facebook, cos like, it’s totally like, for the people who liked their breakfast to get other people to like their breakfast, but like, how can the other people even like the breakfast, if they haven’t even been like, invited to the breakfast event on facebook??” (Kardashianese Version) Full […]
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What you are looking at below is not a pic of two illuminated glitter goths sipping fruity wino in glitter cups, arses perched on a historical monument giggling their squeezed gluteus off. Well, it kinda is (yo,Echo Falls fruity wino, can we please get a crate for next week? Ta!) … but it also has […]
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Holy Jon Bon Jovi, I think I am suffering from social media-itus. First, Facebook irritating the middle finger out of me, and now, Instagram making me want to turn my fist into a hashtag. I have always loved photography (or rather iPhonography)… Back in the days when I used to travel a lot […]
