Monday, 26 July 2010
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...........
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Who's the girl in Tangerine ?
It's been over a week since my friends and I waved goodbye to civilisation, flushing toilets (sob) and heels and hello to hot cans of Strongbow, even hotter tents, noodles at 4am, chain smoking and black Hunters.
And just as our nostrils were beginning to adjust to the stench of the portaloos and our bodies used to the 11am drinking start (happy hour was every hour), it was time for us to pack up our 6 man tent that we spent an estimated 5 hours in and give a big old sigh and unwelcome hello back to reality.
The drive home needless to say wasn't as cheerful as the pumped up,horn tooting, cherry sharing journey down to Somerset, but with an endless amount of cider, pimms and vodka running through our veins, we made the most of what was left of our over-indulged weekend of music and sun.
This was my third Glastonbury and as cheesy as it sounds, for me, it gets better by the year. Regardless of my complete lack of bearings (it took a good two days to realise I could see the Pyramid stage from my tent and a further day to be able to manoeuvre myself to the toilets without getting lost) it's a bloody good festival to be at.
Even the heat was bearable as we invested in a tiger umbrella for the shade - it was usually in the possession of the person feeling the most fragile. We also gained a neat little gadget to spray ourselves when the heat was too much. Swanky little thing had two types of spray - one I might add, ideal for spraying crotches to give the effect of one's bladder loosing control. Priceless.
Amidst the drinking, smoking, singing and generally acting like idiots, I was quite impressed by the level of fashion I laid eyes on. Take away the 50,000 in England shirts, 10,000 topless (men), 10,000 'mums and dads' attire and you were left with a good level of quality dressed people. Bear in mind the heat became priority for most of us, my friends and I still managed to pull off a rather slick festival look.
Not as swanky as this lot...
( Emma Watson is actually wearing a D&G Corset top...)
Grey Hoodie Club
The drive home needless to say wasn't as cheerful as the pumped up,
This was my third Glastonbury and as cheesy as it sounds, for me, it gets better by the year. Regardless of my complete lack of bearings (it took a good two days to realise I could see the Pyramid stage from my tent and a further day to be able to manoeuvre myself to the toilets without getting lost) it's a bloody good festival to be at.
Even the heat was bearable as we invested in a tiger umbrella for the shade - it was usually in the possession of the person feeling the most fragile. We also gained a neat little gadget to spray ourselves when the heat was too much. Swanky little thing had two types of spray - one I might add, ideal for spraying crotches to give the effect of one's bladder loosing control. Priceless.
Amidst the drinking, smoking, singing and generally acting like idiots, I was quite impressed by the level of fashion I laid eyes on. Take away the 50,000 in England shirts, 10,000 topless (men), 10,000 'mums and dads' attire and you were left with a good level of quality dressed people. Bear in mind the heat became priority for most of us, my friends and I still managed to pull off a rather slick festival look.
Not as swanky as this lot...
( Emma Watson is actually wearing a D&G Corset top...)But we definitely gave them a run for their money.
Grey Hoodie ClubWednesday, 26 May 2010
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