London calling

  

This weekend I had the pleasure of popping down to London and catching up with various buddies. However Master Jack Cullen was the main feature and I was made very welcome in his (and Jenny's) Finsbury Park flat.

The first night we toured Brick lane, attempted some drinks at 'the BIG CHILL' and various other bars/clubs...my attention to detail here is as hazy as you'd expect. We bumped into many old Oakham faces - it appears London is one big 00 fest so that was an added bonus.

Here are some of the pre-drinks - outfit camera testing - strutting around to Kelis - snaps.

 Topshop dress

Primarni Heels

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Jack's/Naomi's fabulous room

And now for Jack himself...

Follow him and his life at http://www.jackcullen.blogspot.com/

For Saturday daytime, I met up with Lydia and dragged my hungover self round many of the vintage markets near Spitalfields. Lydia was spoilt with my boozey/blurred wit and struggling body...apologies ;) NOTE for the London tourist like moi, Spitalfields is CLOSED on a SATURDAY...bummer, still lots to check out around and about the Brick Lane area.

Night two was always going to be a struggle for me and my one hit wonder hungover going out stamina but it was great. Jack and his pals Paul, Rob and Marie took me to G-A-Y and then onto Heaven to see the Saturdays sing....cough cough, well that was the idea. Anyways who knew how bloody hot gay guys are - good lord! Seriously, they all strip off at about 12am and the bods on these pretty boys are unbelievable! But yes, regardless they are still gay....you lucky chaps! I have now lost my gay clubbing virginity...what an experience!

Urban Outfitters body
Zara white high waist shorts
Chunky black heels


G-A-Y ready

the graduation wardrobe

This week has been "grad week" at my uni (University of Sheffield) and I went along to Stefan's ceremony to celebrate his 2.1 and the week long festivities whilst pretending it was my year to finish (one more still to go!). For those graduating, the enormous draping capes and the ever-bizarre mortar board created some awkward wardrobe dilemmas. However as a guest it was even trickier. Obviously it wasn't my big day (and I think I was just invited as a bit of arm candy) so the 'what-to-wear' issue seemed more taxing than usual. I don't own many daytime, smart,wedding-goer dresses and most of mine I've realised are indecently short for a family do! So this, coupled with the English temperamental weather, left me with my summer staple blue shift dress (a Spanish number at a splendid €8 sales price), an old white Zara jacket and some sensible black heels.

Me trying out the mortar board

Stefan all kitted up and ready to go in










Celebrations in the sun at the Dam House