If any of you have been into a clothing store before, then you will be aware of the state of manic that takes over me when I see the word 'SALE' , which is exactly what happened yesterday afternoon. So despite constantly trying to budget for necessities such as food, bills and transport- I love that fact that I was able to legitmately justify to myself why I needed to buy like ten new pieces of clothing.
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| keeping it classy in the kitchen |
Jordan, Red Mel and I had decided to go out last night, therefore techically I was in need of a new outfit. My top is from a vintage store in Amsterdam. I love it - I think it is so, so summery and cute !
We went to a club called 'Fabric' which is supposed to be like one of the best in London, but unfortunately it didn't exactly float our boat so we left pretty early.
Yet again though, our lack of planning had failed to make us realise that all the tube stations would be closed at this time of morning so we had no way of getting back to our side of the city. After wandering the streets we found the 'Hire a Cyle' stand (and despite the warning signs which said "do not ride while intoxicated") we concluded that pedalling home was the way to go.
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| Clearly more intrested in taking selfies than in bike riding |
Apart from stopping off at the skeezy 24 hour kebab shop (which has nothing on FunCity Kebabs by the way), riding bikes around the city till 5am was the evening's highlight. It was actually so much fun and the city looks so pretty by
Let me just say though, that riding in a mini skirt is no easy feat and I have never been more grateful that Dad had insisted on us riding over the Westgate Bridge when we were kids and had actually taught me how to ride bikes well.
Today, we decided to go to the Notting Hill Carnival.
I would really like to reiterate the fact that all three of us are terrible at planning ahead so we were all looking forwards to going to what we thought would be a nice little festival with like fairy floss and face painting.
What we actually had gone to was the fourth annual Carribbean Carnival celebrating the independence of Tobago and Trinidad.
And apparently how 50 years of independence is celebrated in the Carribbean is by closing off streets for miles so massive trucks blaring Jamican music can lead a parade of people around throwing melted Cadbury chocolate at eachother.
I am deadly serious.
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| white meat only |
And seeing as I feel that my booty qualifies me for some sort of ghetto status, we decided to jump into the parade and be the only white girls in a swarm of proud black people.
Being in the in the crowd of 1,100 people in the parade was intense. Everyone were dancing like crazy whislt melted chocolate and coloured dye was being flung everywhere. The music was so happy to listen to and it was so much fun dancing through the streets.
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| easy there white chocolate, wouldn't want you to melt |
Sadly, Jordan lost her shoe and then we lost Jordan in the excitement of the parade so Red Mel and I continued on with the parade for the next 3 hours. I loved it so much, I seriously think I may have been black in a past life.
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| what a beautiful chocolate man |
By the time it finished, we had chocolate in just about every place imaginable (who knew my ears could hold so much melted chocolate!) and our clothes (great idea to wear a white shirt by the way) were caked in dried up chocolate handprints.
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| hasta lavista swartzaniggro |
Elated but exhausted we made the long train ride home and coped plently of stares from people who couldn't figuire out why we were covered in sticky brown paint yet smelt like we had been making out with Freddo Frog.
