Let’s drink whisky to keep warm.
The London dark gnawed at me.
I was primped to within an inch of my life: blow wave sleek, nails shellacked in inoffensive beige, Hobbs heels on, hair hidden under an equally beige hat, dressed modestly, lipstick lacquering my lips. The only hiccup was my name badge: Miss Alexander E. Alexander. I was about to go rub modestly-covered shoulders with London’s best coiffed and I was going to do so as an Alexander.
Welcome to a world where the only way into the club on Saturday at 10pm is a £400 bottle of champagne.
Of Christmas spirit(s). Oh what fun…
Sober September backfires. Hello N-overindulgence-ember.
Date: 26 October. Location: Couch. Everything hurts. And here’s why. Yesterday Bunky and I particated in Melbourne’s Great Amazing Race to raise money for the Royal Children’s Hospital. That last […]