As if my hair needs anymore ooomph...

I haven't done a product recommendation in quite a while - I thought I hadn't discovered anything particularly new or exciting recently.... until I remembered a little gem that I found the other day.

VO5 Give Me Texture Oomph Powder.

I would be lying if I said I didn't have a ridiculous amount of hair, and not much need for giving it a bit of 'ooomph' but even I have been sucked into an odd bit of backcombing prior to a night out, followed up with a lot more of it in the toilets at the club... totally unable to understand how it can have gone so 'flat'.

Well, I have a solution ladies. Try VO5's oomph powder. It works a treat. Just shake the powder near the root of your hair, give it a bit of a scratch with your finger tips & the powder will take on a kind of glueish texture giving you an instant result similar to a good 10 mins of back combing.

The best thing is that unlike backcombing this stuff doesn't fall out... just 'shish' throughout the night and the powder will spring back into life, meaning that you never have that flat feeling again.

I've heard about products like these before, but usually they're v expensivo. Luckily this ones under a fiver and lasts forever, definitely cheaper than buying a million bottles of hairspray in an attempt to give your hair a bit of vavavoom and ending up with a straw mess.

Perfect.

The Tardis does Easter

Another seasonal occassion, makes for another big event in the Tardis.

Of course there was no way that easter was going to happen quietly, particularly as there was a Bertram involved.

I thought that Tardis Easter would just be roast dinner, east egg hunt and an all important egg toss... but no. It turned into an art and craft eggstravaganza (YES got the token pun in). You can always rely on Mont to pop into the 99p store and come back with some delight (Valentines day bought us slap and tickle sets and fluffy handcuffs) and Easter bought Easter bonnet making sets and terracotta pot decorating kits. WE ARE TOO COOL.

Charlie really got involved as you can tell...

That's the bonnets... we also have pots for our herbs...



Charlies ocean marine theme

Laura goes seasonal



Hannah makes Charlie look like John Macenroe

Following our eggcellent (yes I did it again) creativity the evening divulged into us lot in the garden chucking eggs at each other and turning the whole house upside down on our egg hunt. The Easter bunny takes no prisoners when you're older & decide to make the egg hunt into a proper comp. I reckon it took us about an hour to find all of the prizes in the end... and we had to give clues...something tells me that we may be a little bit competitive in our house.

Run London, Run!

Having now moved up to London, I'm trying to cross off as many 'London' events from my list of 'things to do one day' as I can.

So today it was the London Marathon. I'm afraid running the London Marathon does not feature highly on this list, but going to watch one has.

Luckily I woke up (all be it slightly hung over) to a lovely sunny morning, perfect weather for some marathon watching. Sun glasses in tow, I was off down to embankment ready for some whole hearted British clapping and whooping.

We found a nice little spot about a mile away from the end just by Big Ben and Westminster.

I was sooo impressed with everyone that went past us. I only saw one chunder and a couple of limps, (oh and a mankini) but for 25 miles in I thought that was pretty impressive. Walking 26 miles seems daunting enough to me, so running is probably just a bit mental. But, good on the peeps that did it.

I was impressed with the peeps that were running it, but I was even more impressed with the crazy fools that decide to take on the fancy dress costume.

I saw people carrying cave man clubs, golf clubs, flags and god knows what other props STILL at 25 miles. I would've gotten rid of that idea about 0.5 miles in.

 And then there were those others that went for the full on outfit...

The costumes did not disappoint.

Only disappointing thing was that I failed on my mission to spot a famous person, damn. Next year... I'll find one