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I’ve devised a concentrated list of the things I’ll be taking this year.
You may have already seen my ‘Festival checklist for girls‘, and I stand by it, and have used it religiously, but this year I’ve found myself in an all-new pickle… PUBLIC TRANSPORT.
(Not so much a blog as a reference point from another blog, but all you need to know – hopefully)
What do they look like?
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It’s almost Christmas which means one thing – you the time to find that perfect dress for the office party is running out! We’ve tried (and failed, a few times) to lose those last few stubborn pounds before the festive period, so it’s now all about finding a flattering ensemble.
It’s been around for generations, but as festival culture rocketed in the noughties, so did sales of dry shampoo. Then something awesome happened. Girls realised that we could use this magic spray to add texture to hair, and out came a million new hairstlyes. Now, there’s literally hundreds of types of dry shampoo on the market. It’s as flooded as Glasto 2005 (which by all accounts was bloody flooded!).
It’s that time of year again; the sun is peeking out, nights are getting longer, and the wedding invitations are flooding through the letterbox. Dread. I love weddings as much as the next girl, but we all face the same annual dilemma: What on earth will I wear?
As a girl, there are a few things I look forward to each month: My monthly Oxford Street payday blowout and my monthly hair and face rescue sessions are just two of these things. However, nothing gets me quite as excited as when my Glossybox hits the doormat each month.
For those of you who don’t know what a Glossybox is, let me explain….
We all know that feeling the morning after a heavy one… did you really throw up? How did you get home?What is that stamp on your hand?
Well imagine that ‘throwing up’ was spinning around a pole in a transvestite laden robot/biker club, ‘home’ is the sauna of a two-man tent you’re sharing with an equally sweaty boyfriend, and the ‘stamp on your hand’ is actually a moustache from said club. I can’t quite rmember what had happened to the ‘quiet one’ we’d planned (I suppose I shouldn’t have been so naive/stupid to think that was even a possibility).
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