'LONDON'S CALLING'

Dress - Bank Sale 

Nails - Accessorize

Heels - H&M

Rings - Topshop

Excuse the thousaaaands of pictures of my nails...I couldnt get a single picture that really showed off the look. For some reason my camera is mega crap with shiny things, I think Mr. Panasonic needs to make a 'shiny setting'...or maybe I just havn't found it yet.

This weekend I went to Leicester Square with my girlfriends for a night out. It was all a bit strange actually, there were just SO MANY MEN. Now normally one wouldn't complain, but when they're all either slightly too old for you, clingy, pervy or not even that good looking, one has to object. It was a good night, but I think next time we'll venture to a place with more studenty-type people.

 The dress I wore was a size 8, which is usually fine, however this was so extraordinarily tight it literally grazed my body as I put it on. It also made my shoulder look like that of a rugby player or something, not a good look!
  If I could have one wish, it would be that all shops had like...universal sizes. If that makes sense? Would save SOOO much hassle of returning things, or trying on a pair of size 10 jeans on in a certain shop and not even being able to fit your calve in the thigh section. Those shops deserve to be burnt down, they always make me so depressed! You come out being like 'IM NEVER EATING AGAIN' ... but a day later your scoffing yourself with pizza, chocolate or whatever your indulgent-cies are (I should have a dictionary of my own words)

 Reading that back, if I did have one wish I highly doubt it would be that. It would be much more selfish and cliche, like lifetime happiness, all the money I could ever want, lose 2 stone in weight, blah blah blah.

The nails were a NIGHTMARE. Seriously. When I bought them I hardly paid attention and thought they were like foils. Nope. They were bloody stick on! I ended up losing two on the night, then when I replaced them the next day, another fell off. They did look amazing but they were just so impractical and such a pain. They also were a nightmare to do things with, and actually meant I was walking around London with my bum hanging out because I couldn't pull my dress down. Oh ... the classiness.

 Apologies for hardly ever posting. I go on to my dashboard and see so many people's updates and I'm like hmmm...still slobbing it in bed. I have been watching Secret Diary of a Call Girl though, which is a pretty good excuse considering it is AMAZING. Worrying too...how being a prostitute becomes oh so appealing. Hmmmm.