Blue and orange – one of my favourite combinations.
Harper’s Bazaar March 2010
Styling: Vanessa Coyle
Photography: Mark Pillai
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Is it Tuesday already? So far this week I have achieved my first proper sunburn of the year (whilst wearing SPF50 and sitting under a parasol – I despair) and not much else, which can only mean that it’s all up from here.
I missed yesterday’s Tuesday Tune. I am a bad girl.
I’m having a few personal problems at the moment, which is why posts are rather patchy; I’m hoping to try and at least post a Tuesday Tune every week while I get on top of things.
For now though – a kid with a grooowl:
“Why don’t you do a Tuesday Tune song from Broadchurch?”
“Or one from Hallam Foe?”
“Or one about sunshine?”
“Or something about how fucking cute I am?”
Go on then…
I was going to make some quip about violins making this song acceptable listening, but I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t play the original on repeat whilst I was unpacking.
Folk-rap meets Gypsy band? Why the fuck not.
Went to a bar, drank wine, and danced to this:
Perhaps I am normal after all.
Ain’t no mountain (of unpacking) high enough, ain’t no valley (of unpacking-induced desperation) low enough, ain’t no river (of unpacking-induced tears) wide enough to keep me from getting to you, babe.
p.s. Yes, I am still unpacking; interspersed with plenty of Zooborn action to keep morale up.
Baby prehensile-tailed porcupine, yes.
I have two flats to clean, 24 years worth of toot to unpack and a shit-load of vital admin to do before tomorrow, and, somewhat inevitably, I find myself stuck in a recommended videos adventure on YouTube. I therefore recommend to you the following:
Fun fact learnt at Bournemouth Oceanarium: a group of otters is called a romp. A ROMP!