If only it had been looking a bit more like this weekend!
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Thursday, 31 May 2012
A Day at the Races
So a couple of weeks ago, Gill, one of my nearest and dearest, had a bit of a brainwave idea for her birthday... a day at the races.
Most of the week before was spent with me excited but quietly dreading the event as the weather could be described as nothing but typically British. I had visions of being freezing cold, standing under and umbrella as the rain ruined my frock and hair while my heels sank unsophisticatedly into the grass.
Luckily, I woke up on Saturday morning to blazing sunshine.
Several outfit of amends later - obviously I had planned a wet weather outfit - and I was out of the door and off to Ascot.
The journey was a slightly traumatic one. This can probably be summed up in one word.... Twickenham.
Yes we decided to go to Ascot on the one weekend of the year when the trains are beyond packed with thousands of drunk Rugby fans (or people that want an excuse to dress up in 70's outfits and hit the booze at 10am). I got to the platform in time for the first train to Ascot to be rammed full of Rugby fans, with no more space for us Ascot goers dolled up in hats and heels. But, after a half and hour wait, I finally made it onto the train.
I thought my drama had stopped there.
Turned out it was the wrong train. So I ended up having a nice alternative route to some town I don't remember the name of and then finally jumping into a taxi with some other peeps (again how very 'British' that some gentlemen offered me a ride in their cab to the races). I may have been about an hour late, but finally I had made it.
Before I went to Ascot, I had decided that I would put a limit on how much I spent with a pocket for the winnings and a pocket for the losses. Within about 1 minute of me being there I think this theory went out of the window as I realised it's actually really not that easy to win anything at the races!
I thought that I would pretty much definitely come away with something, but how wrong I was.
I'm proud to say that I won a whole £2.53 across the whole day thanks to this little beaut (carefully selected due to my extreme knowledge of horse racing, and definitely nothing to do with the four leaf clover they had clipped into his hair). In comparison to the rest of the group actually wasn't all that bad, some lucky members managed to walk away with a grand total of zero.
Luckily, despite all the loosing, peeps were still smiling and we had a pretty good day out... Happy Birthday Gilly x
Most of the week before was spent with me excited but quietly dreading the event as the weather could be described as nothing but typically British. I had visions of being freezing cold, standing under and umbrella as the rain ruined my frock and hair while my heels sank unsophisticatedly into the grass.
Luckily, I woke up on Saturday morning to blazing sunshine.
Several outfit of amends later - obviously I had planned a wet weather outfit - and I was out of the door and off to Ascot.
The journey was a slightly traumatic one. This can probably be summed up in one word.... Twickenham.
Yes we decided to go to Ascot on the one weekend of the year when the trains are beyond packed with thousands of drunk Rugby fans (or people that want an excuse to dress up in 70's outfits and hit the booze at 10am). I got to the platform in time for the first train to Ascot to be rammed full of Rugby fans, with no more space for us Ascot goers dolled up in hats and heels. But, after a half and hour wait, I finally made it onto the train.
I thought my drama had stopped there.
Turned out it was the wrong train. So I ended up having a nice alternative route to some town I don't remember the name of and then finally jumping into a taxi with some other peeps (again how very 'British' that some gentlemen offered me a ride in their cab to the races). I may have been about an hour late, but finally I had made it.
Before I went to Ascot, I had decided that I would put a limit on how much I spent with a pocket for the winnings and a pocket for the losses. Within about 1 minute of me being there I think this theory went out of the window as I realised it's actually really not that easy to win anything at the races!
I thought that I would pretty much definitely come away with something, but how wrong I was.
I'm proud to say that I won a whole £2.53 across the whole day thanks to this little beaut (carefully selected due to my extreme knowledge of horse racing, and definitely nothing to do with the four leaf clover they had clipped into his hair). In comparison to the rest of the group actually wasn't all that bad, some lucky members managed to walk away with a grand total of zero.
Luckily, despite all the loosing, peeps were still smiling and we had a pretty good day out... Happy Birthday Gilly x
Saturday, 28 April 2012
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.
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.
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.
Sunday, 22 April 2012
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...
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.
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...
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| Charlies ocean marine theme |
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| Laura goes seasonal |
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| Hannah makes Charlie look like John Macenroe |
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
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
Thursday, 22 March 2012
4:48 Psychosis
The other day I went to watch the lovely Bateman and the rest of her Fourth Monkey crew in 4:48 Psycosis, a play written by Sarah Kane. Before going to watch I have admit that I was bracing myself for a bit of emotional turmoil throughout. The lines that Charles commonly quotes around the house such as 'at 4:48 it will end', 'you don't need a friend, you need a doctor' and 'fuck the lot of you' and some of the psychology books that she's been reading meant that I wasn't expecting it to be particularly uplifting and was scared that I may leave theatre with a scarred soul.
However, Fourth Monkey theatre company, who Charlie has been spending every waking hour with recently, did a phenomenally thought provoking interpretation of a script that seemed near impossible to work with at the beginning of the process.
Under what sounds like some directional genius from Steve and Dave, the spectacle produced was incredible. I've always been a fan of Miss Bate (and who wouldn't be) but she has flourished in this company, producing some of the best work I've seen her do, and I'd like to think I've seen her do quite a lot having studied drama at uni with her. The whole cast worked beautifully together to produce some stunning ensemble work (my fave was flash flicker guys, it was worth the pain) that really bought such a complex psychological exploration to life and to a point where the audience is able to understand and engage with it.
This teamed up with costumes and make up that all worked seamlessly with the interpretation, enhancing the sterile and clinical nature of the piece whilst still incorporating the fantasy world of Kane's Psychosis met for an all round brilliant piece of work.
I can safely say that every member of the cast is one to watch for the future, and having partied till the early hours of the morning with them last night, it couldn't be a bunch of nicer people.
Watch out for the monkeys... They'll be in Edinburgh this summer... I'm booking my ticket now.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
Shit People Say in Clapham
To quote Hannah "I think I have said, or heard someone say every single line in this video"
It's so shameful, but so true... we heart Clapham
Confession time...
1) I have been to The Grand
2) I have been to Infernos on a few (several) occasions
3) I have bought a gym pass on Groupon
4) I have rejoiced about the Salisbury's being open
5) I have been told to go to Hot Power Yoga
6) I have been told about Boot Camp on The Common
7) I have thought about Clapham High Street not being a station
8) I have been shocked to see what Infernos looks like in the daytime
9) I have a friend that had to go back and collect a coat from Infernos
10) I have a friend that has dated post Infernos
There's only one thing left to do
Go and witness the fitness on the common
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