The end of summer was approaching and with it the weather was changing. Thunderstorms and downpours were becoming a daily weather forecast and the lack of switching off when the working day should be over since I had gone freelance was taking its toll on my brain. It was because of this new career move to be freelance that I had put off the idea of a summer holiday. Choosing to build my client list and work as much as possible to support myself instead of getting a tan. However when the offer came about at the beginning of september… View Post

  …Or just glastonbury?   Summer is all about the festivals. Is it even summer if you don’t get drunk in a field listening to your favorite bands? Whether you are glamping at Glastonbury, Loving life at Love Box, feeling sassy at SW4 or feeling more Field Day. The one thing that is for sure is that you want to be looking like the top festival goer! Here is where I can help… A couple of weeks ago I was in the studio shooting for Nasty Gal, it was here that the most sparkley, glitterly, stand out, look how cool I… View Post

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] I stumbled in to the kitchen grumbling about how I was fine it was just a precaution. Looking for my trusty tupperware box before realising it was in the car. I found something else which would be suitable. A wok.  I had gone to bed with this wok next to me, just in case I needed to be sick. It was 2 am and we had just got home from the works Xmas do. I wouldn’t say I was drunk but I think we had had our last drink too late and too close to the end of the… View Post

I’m not sure why I have never been to this part of the UK before… What I loved most about Cartmel, the village we stayed in, is that you literally couldn’t hear anything. Nothing at all! No cars, no traffic, just no noise. I also couldn’t get signal which, for a weekend…was heaven. It meant living in the moment, no distractions and it didn’t even bother me in the slightest. For the two days we went away, I came back feeling much more … well.. just at peace with the world. I wish we had been able to stay for… View Post

“HE’S MUGGING US!!” “MY PANTS ARE DOWN!.” ….What an earth was going on I hear you ask? Ever heard of European sharking? Yes apparently its an actual thing. Men in Europe (Not all of them I’m sure) partake in an activity in which they pull down women’s trousers/ pants and run off. Its slightly ruder then that but I think you get the point.  There we were, 4 of us. Stood trying to remember the code to get in to our weekend apartment. I saw a man crouching down, I grabbed Becci closer to me and shouted he’s mugging us!… View Post