Ah, it’s Thursday. And I haven’t posted yet. The shame.
Here’s the deplorable reason: it was my best friend’s birthday last weekend. And we went to a Roller Disco. And I couldn’t walk for three days… It was one of those things where you go “Oh. Well. I’m not sure whether I would go to a roller disco out of choice, but for you? Oh, OK then.” So I did. And then at 2am, birthday girl turns to us all and goes “Who wants to go home for tea and toast?” Best. Plan. Ever.
So yes. My excuse for new-post-absence is recovery from roller-skating limb damage. : )
Not to worry ma belles et beaux, I’ve got some fings wot you will LOVE.
Look what I found in Brick Lane yesterday:
Yup. The most beautiful dress you ever did see. It was in some unnamed, extraordinarily trendy pop-up shop and I thought going in would entail 1) trying on, 2) getting sartorial lust, 3) buying regardless of price.
I did not. Now I wish I had. Iwantitiwantitiwantit!
I also think it would go rather smashingly with these cute little furry boots:
Delicious!
On another note, my new friend, Nicky has been bringing these SWEET things near me and reducing me to a jelly-like, knitted pool of admiration.
See more of her wonderful creations that began as humble pairs of socks here
Right at the opposite scale of Brian-From-The-Last-Post Passivity -> Slutty Provocativeness sits Mam’selle Gaga. The nut job.
Here’s her latest proffering to the grand and over-dressed world of Camp-Pop-Dance (genre-mash-chic). I’ve decided the run-down I gave Madge’s last single was pretty concise and got the job done pretty ace. So I’m doing similar for Gaga. As she’s arguably the newer model Q-o-P* Go her.
So you decide. Bad Ra-ra-ra-romance is:
1. A dystopian (get your literary terms out) look at the negative effects of overly sexy undies and metal-jawed alpha-males
2. Sexy dancing
3. Product placement. (Oh, alright Nemiroff!)
4. Yet more conclusive evidence that Gaga is part of the illuminati.
Whatever your conclusion, I’m sure you will agree that it is so extremely super cool that you will erupt in joyous robotic dancing. Maybe.
Yes sir.
You are all nice. Love Bim x
*Queen of Pop. Get your acronyms, now.
PS – Did you cop a load of those crazy ballet boot type shoo-shoos in the vid? Oh my life. Nice one, McQ
Tim: “It looks like CG but in real life…. Sometimes I wish I were I girl.”
Recently, I’ve discovered a passion for Jamie At Home (see it on 4 On Demand). Well, Tim showed me one episode and now I’m royally hooked.
The reason?
No, not the food – that’s too obvious.
And it’s not Jamie. Although he is pukka.
It’s Brian.
There’s not many things that please me in the same way that Brian’s placid demeanor does. Chomping away on leaves and sleeping in with the cabbages, speaking to the ants.
