Wednesday, 21 July 2010
Wimbledon Calling
After a horrific Glastonbury depression felt by all, it suddenly dawned on my friends and I that on the rare occasions we can all be together we should probably spend it getting drunk and celebrating our 'meaningful' existences.
Translated: maximising our time together by listening to bloody good music, complimented by booze (purely all day sessions) good humour and dancing. Perfection.
On Sunday we travelled up to Wimbledon to see a few bands and banish the belief that drinking cans on trains is only for depressed middle aged men caught up in the rat race at 6pm on a friday evening.
Basically we had a lot of fun. And this being a fashion orientated blog, I must point out we looked pretty dapper. Even Stuart managed to fix up after we'd talked him out of wearing his heels.
Here is what we did (drink) and what we wore...........
Translated: maximising our time together by listening to bloody good music, complimented by booze (purely all day sessions) good humour and dancing. Perfection.
On Sunday we travelled up to Wimbledon to see a few bands and banish the belief that drinking cans on trains is only for depressed middle aged men caught up in the rat race at 6pm on a friday evening.
Basically we had a lot of fun. And this being a fashion orientated blog, I must point out we looked pretty dapper. Even Stuart managed to fix up after we'd talked him out of wearing his heels.
Here is what we did (drink) and what we wore...........
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