Saturday 29 June 2013

My Ideal Glastonbury

So, I'm not there at Worthy Farm. I'm sure many of you aren't either, but my Twitter newsfeed is going mad with updates and it's made me a little...erm...jealous. So rather than send bad thoughts and wishes of rain/lost loo roll/food poisoning/getting peed on at the front of the crowd, I decided to just dream up my ideal Glasto. Time well spent.


I would be precious and haemorrhage money renting a luxury yurt/tour bus/farmhouse for the duration. I would have a fridge stocked with water, Grey Goose, Patron and more water. And maybe some limes. I would wear sequins by day and have thighs like Shingai from the Noisettes. Naturally, there would be constant sunshine. I wouldn't just be front and centre as the Stones took to the Pyramid stage tonight, I would be a cool cat hanging with Keef's entourage looking out on the thousands. I wouldn't wear jewellery as my wrists would be laden with more bands and access-all-areas than Michael Eavis. I would have to tell Kate Moss to stop following me around. And tell Alexa Chung to brush her hair. Barbours and leather jackets would obviously be typical Glasto uniform, but fake flower headpieces would be banned. I would hang out at the Glade, round a camp fire, drinking Jack Daniels and toe tapping to some impromptu Mumford and Sons. Jack Bugg would actually smile and maybe laugh. Cara Delevigne would confide in me that her eyebrows were actually glued on. I would bypass all hangovers and the bizarre need to eat a questionable burger. I would have so much energy, that The Hives would look tame by comparison. I would have deep, dark conversations late into the night with my new found friends – and wake up the next morning knowing we'd sorted the world's problems. Chase and Status and their ridiculous lasers would not be scheduled at the same time as The Stones. I would share a cigarette with the Arctic Monkeys and fall in love listening to The xx. I would witness history in the making. And when it came to leave, I wouldn't get stranded in traffic, nor experience the come down of having to go back to work, no I would miraculously wake up in my own clean bed and wonder if it was all a dream. 

How would you spend yours?


Check out the website and register for next year!

Credit where credit's due: Google images


Thursday 20 June 2013

National Kissing Day

"You need kissing badly... and often... And by someone 
who knows how."


Seems so few of us are actually getting any, that They have given us a semi-official 24hours so there's actually an excuse!


No, really I think it's all about just taking a minute and showing the love to all the great people in our lives; whether that's a movie-style, I-can't-possibly-live-without-you kiss to your flavour of the month, or a chaste little peck on the cheek for your best mate. Hell, maybe even the dog deserves a little smooch for having a wet coat from your tears crying on his silent shoulder. (But don't expect the favour returned from Fido, you KNOW what he's been lickin' before you.)

I think everyone j'adore's kissing – unless you're currently enduring the washing machine teenage years. It's fun, sometimes glorious; women can orgasm just through a little snogging; a decent french kiss can burn five calories as you use all 34 muscles in your face and on average we'll spend two weeks of our lives locking lips. The bad side is that getting it on kissing the life out of someone, will literally do just that – if you're doing it right, you'll elevate your blood pressure, set your pulse racing and send the hormones swimming through your blood. All of this reduces your life by a minute. Shit. Better make those kisses count. 
Besos X




Credit where credit's due: Huffington Post, Tumblr (times square kiss), In Style, Fan Pop

Saturday 15 June 2013

Dressing To Impress The Met Office

So this weekend is full to bursting with events for The Day Job. Its all outdoors which should conjure up images of grabbing a suntan and drinking one too many glasses of Pimms (I always think eating the fruit makes up for missing lunch...). But no. June is not in a happy mood. June is throwing a tantrum which involves sobbing from ominous purple clouds and grumbling with growls of thunder. Delightful.

Getting dressed to look good for The Day Job at polo events when the usual order of the day is summer dresses and whether you can get away with wedges, is posing a problem so I've taken a look for some inspiration. Who said summer showers had to rain on the fashion parade?


















I'll be going for layers, Barbour jackets, rocker boots AND Dubarry boots so my toes stay dry (Check out Dubarry here and Hunter here) , a hat and waterproof mascara!

If you're interested in braving the weather this weekend, today is the start of the Audi International Series at Beaufort Polo Club, Gloucestershire. Check out tickets here. And tomorrow, Sunday is the Cartier Queen's Cup; really great high goal and really great party. Take a look here

Wednesday 5 June 2013

Itsy Bitsy Bikinis

So the sun is actually out! 


Although how bored is everyone of hearing about it? It's June; we shouldn't be surprised that the sun has decided to fling off her dowdy, thick jumper of grey clouds and skim across the sky in all her golden glory. So let's all stop acting surprised that hail isn't throwing itself at our windows and simply enjoy our skin sucking up the Vitamin D.

With this weather you'll either be racing to the nearest open space in your lunch break or  dreaming about summer holidays and for both you'll need some very hot bikinis. I suggest Sun, Set, Go.

These are a great range produced by two friends and modelled by one of my favourite blogs, TwinFashion. Only slight snag; they seem to be only available in Greece. Hmmmmm, problem. Who fancies a swimwear shopping trip to Athens...?
















Credit where credit's due: Yigoros Kaplanidis, TwinFashion & Sun.Set.Go