Rocking out at Rokit

At the Rocking Rokit Christmas Do! the combination of blasting Christmas tunes, a snow machine on full and cheap red wine made me feel totally festive. After perusing the vintage wears we left when they run out of wine and rocked up with a trolley of Foster. Foster!

Becky the Bike

After a quick warm up drinky in the Red Lion Theatre Pub or as I like to call it Thub, Rebecca Damm(say it with conviction) and I wondered down to Bobbins Bicycles Boutiques for their official store opening party. For the first time the product was better than the party. The cheap wine and wife beater beer was forgiven as we perused the bowler hat helmets and reflective tweed-covered spats. Bobbins is single hadedly making cycling not hot only but a must do activity. I cant wait until I get my hand on the Skeppshult V-bike with a leather satchel style pannier.

Hat-tastic (Photo courtesy of R.Damm)

Monday I'm in love

I woke up this morning in the eighties. Having rolled out of my red racing car shaped bed I slipped into my new uber comfy elasticated waist, stonewashed jeans told my girlfriend (who I made on my Commodore 64 with a dial up connection) to learn a new gymnastic routine and was ready to face the day.

Bootylicious

I arrived at The Really Really Great Garage Sale held in the car park of Selfridges and was not on the list. Shock horror! I joined the back of the 800 strong queue with not a hope in my heart. 35 mins later I was knocking back mulled wine whilst rummaging random celeb old clobber as they sold their souls for charity.

A number of wines later I was loving it. The reindeer however were not.

Party Planner

Its that time of year when you need to drop a stone in four weeks and find the perfect outfit get attract everyone you want to rut at the office Christmas party.
With over 2000 people in my office I need a super great outfit this year.

Inner monologue - Get rid of that awful tash.
I agree.

Bang Bang Clubbing

Moving on the Punk of SoHo Square to see some good old friends The Bang Bang Club.

Urgh. Im eveill.

Sod shoplifting, verbal abuse or wife beating I did the worst thing in my life ever on my way to work today. I got a strawberry milkshake from Krackdonnalds. Urgh.

Wanksy or Banksy?

Did he really steal it or is it a fake? Who really cared if the alleged Banksy piece was genuine? It was once on the Shorditch Bridge and now is residing above the Green Frog off Carnaby St. I cant wait to see the film that has been made telling the piece's story and see if it actually sold to the highest bidder.

(Photo courtesy of N.Farley)

Happy Halloween

My Halloween was a house warming/Halloween party hosted by Hannah and Barney (personal friends). I went as Jedward. Having to stand by the mirror whenever someone entered was not as much of a mission as I thought it would be. With a Lady GaGa, The Queen Mum, Prom Massacre and the Ghostbusters in tow the party was totally kicking and lasted well into the next day.

Colin is my Dad's name.

At the Jameson's Film Club screening of Colin (the English zombie flick made for £45) held in The Union Chapel the drink flowed like the River Jordan. I know I say that a lot but this time they had poured it into glasses and put them on the massive bar for easy consumption.
The film was great. Amusing and a bit jumpy. Not only did it portray the "journey" from human to zombie but focused on how different groups of people handle a zombie infested city with sometimes hilarious results. Refreshingly brilliant.

See of booze