Its all so quiet at the moment, guess its the perfect time to go back to the normal ways after all the festivities- anyway here's a list of unboring things that all sorts of groovy movers and shakers have suggested to do in 2011...
Sleep in a display bed in a shop
Ask a cabbie to take you to his favourite place in London
Meet 5 strangers in a day and invite them to a dinner party that evening
Serve a three course meal of only sweeties and cakes
Go shopping on Bond Street in serious fancy dress
Skinny dip
Have sex in a haunted house
Flash from a motorway bridge
Drink real absynthe in Paris
all to do with caution of course...haha.
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
Roaming the streets of Landan Taan
This is just a super quick post...super pleased with the christmas pressies thank you santy, guess i must have been a good girl..haha...
Have to say it's fab to be back in Lond, I've missed the Queen & Harrods!
Anyway thought I'd leave you with a tune- quite appropriate for the sales i think...
The Kinks - Dedicated follower of Fashion ( Orig. Promo)
Have to say it's fab to be back in Lond, I've missed the Queen & Harrods!
Anyway thought I'd leave you with a tune- quite appropriate for the sales i think...
The Kinks - Dedicated follower of Fashion ( Orig. Promo)
Friday, 17 December 2010
Ewan McGregor i love you.
I'm going all oUt on the motivational fuck it speeches-no bonus points for guessing where this one's from it's too easy...
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
Do it.
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Sunday, 10 October 2010
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