Tuesday, November 30, 2010


From time to time a day comes along that you expect to be standard and then it is all loveliness.

The other Tuesday I realised that the voucher I had for for a teapot of cocktails at a South London speakeasy ran out on the Sunday. And there was no way I was traipsing in to to Town on a Sunday. As if the Gods were smiling on me MonsieurB was venturing to the Smoke on the Thursday. It was decided. He would come with me for cocktails out of teapots and he'd enjoy it. God damn it.

Upon arriving at Waterloo MonsieurB had arranged a brass band in my honour. It seemed rude not to dance through the concourse in appreciation of his efforts. (The first sentence is a lie. The second sentence is not). Having tangoed to the underground we made our way to South Kensington. We hit Lamborghini but none of the cars took our fancy so we made our way to Sloane Street for secret speakeasy shenanigans. As we made our way down the road we passed The Conran Shop. In the window was a full on Swan Lake type ballerina who was dancing around. As soon as she saw us she did a wave. And then I did a wave. And then the posh lady opened the door for us to come in. And we continued walking because we are very, very poor.

We went in to an innocuous apartment block and found a black door with a large lantern outside. In we slid and rang the bell. A pair of eyes looked through the door. Saying the magic words ("We have a reservation") in we went.

Once we had our fricking massive teapot of cocktails it was present time. I love presents for no reason. Whilst wasting time MonsieurB had gone to Lucy In Disguise. I love Lily Allen. I think if we met in real life we'd be best friends. But we have never met in real life. And so we are not. But what I do have is the most beautifulest top from Lucy In Disguise in the most beautifulest bag ever. As if that wasn't enough the teapot cocktail came with teacups to drink out of. As if that wasn't enough they were HENDRICKS FRICKING GIN TEACUPS! Alas, I can not find them on the internets to buy and insist that everything I drink from now on comes out of them. Perhaps it's for the best. People may not appreciate Fosters out of teacups.

And then we went home. And I went to work the next day. Ah well. It was nice whilst it lasted.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

What's my name again? I mean, date again?

I actually walked around with this in my hand for 20 minutes today. Then I decided an art postcard based calendar may be a bit too much for my office. They think I'm quirky because I drink tea out of a teacup and saucer. Whatever would culture and art do to them?

Sunday, November 21, 2010


This is the illustration for my star sign in this month's Vogue magazine. It is a scarily accurate depiction of a night out for me. I have actually ended up in a bin before. Ridiculous tights and clashing shoes? Standard.

Still to come: A story about teapots, gin teacups, surprise brilliant presents and getting a bit overexcited on a school night.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Hmm. I wonder if I can put blind people's lens...

...in to these. Because I really, really want them for Phili. Although I'll be piss poor when I arrive if I pur-chase them.

Rules of Attraction

It went something like this:

I saw this film at the cinema and it remains one of my favourite films. I purchased it and someone stole it. Alas, I can not remember who they are or I'd have hunted them down and killed them slowly, I mean asked for it back, by now. Anyway, I have now borrowed it from MoneyB. Yay. This is my favourite scene (I can't embed - how sad). I'm not sure why.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Oh Comely

I commute. A lot. I commute A. LOT. This means that I spend a lot of time doing one of these things;

  1. Listening to a vast array of podcasts from all sorts of different sources which I have amassed over the last 3 years;
  2. Listening to music (at the moment Warpaint is being listened to at least once a day);
  3. Reading books I buy from charity shops or cheaply at the supermarché; and/or
  4. Reading magazines because sometimes my brain needs to go, "bleugh", all over tat.
Around a month ago I came across Oh Comely magazine in the station Smiths. It had nice paper pages and wasn't filled with total tat so I thought I'd give it a whirl seeing as it was 2 weeks before the new Elle hit my doormat. I heart it so much that I hearted it on FB. And now I have purchased the 2 issues I have missed direct from the website. One issue arrived today. With free stickers of teacups. I know what you're thinking. I'm thinking it too. IT'S MEANT TO BE!

In other news: I have started working at a different department. Hopefully this means I won't be on the brink of insanity for the next 6 months like I was for the last 8. Hopefully this also means I'll be more inclined to blog again. Being on the brink of insanity means you can't really draw that much humour from day to day happenings. You just mentally scream FML. But no more! Normal service to resume. w00t w00t. Kisses.