May 2010 Archives

The sun is out, which means so are our legs.
If you want to look stylish in the summer but you're looking a little pasty still from the winter months then it's time to hit the bottle.
And I don't mean the alcoholic kind (although have a few too many vinos and you won't be able to see your legs never mind what colour they are), I mean that wonderproduct I can no longer live without, fake tan.

Yep! Add a thin layer of that sunkissed look to your limbs and you'll soon be more than ready to bare those sexy pins (did I just come over a little bit Gok?).

But ladies, and indeed gentlemen, be warned!

Most of us have or will do it at least once in our lifetimes. It's up there with some of the most humiliating, eyes fixed on the ground, head hanging moments. And many of us, despite not finding it particularly comfortable, will go on to do it again, looking back on that last moment as "amusing".

Ladies and gentlemen, I am (not so) proud to introduce to you all, the 'walk of shame'.

Definition: That moment, however long or short, after the night before when after realising you've woken up in a bed/house/flat/sofa/floor/dustbin (please delete as appropriate, and go on, be honest - at least one of you out there has a tendency for garbage ridden beds of artificial wastage... no?) that is not your own, you have to walk home, in broad daylight for all and sundry to witness.... And in the same outfit you wore out last night, having slept in at least half of it, with either no, or half smudged make-up, and hair that no longer resembles that 'just-got-out-of-bed' look because it now, actually, is genuine.

So, by the end of today, Thursday May 6 2010, Britain could be heading for a well hung parliament did I hear someone say? Oh my....
All this recent talk of our political leaders credentials during the general election could almost get a little too intense for an impressionable young voter to bear.

First we watched the Cleggster growing on the general public during the first live televised debate, after which we saw our Mr Smooth aka Tory David Cameron and the current man on top, old Gordon Brown, rather quickly rise to the occasion on realising there's rather more substantial competition in this election than there were perhaps banking on.