Halfway through a cocktail masterclass at Blackfriars and I'm already more interested in the bartender's hands than what's going in the glass. Buying me my next one or do I have to flirt my way to it?
Halfway through a cocktail masterclass at Blackfriars and I'm already more interested in the bartender's hands than what's going in the glass. Buying me my next one or do I have to flirt my way to it?
ABBA by candlelight tonight and I can't stop humming Dancing Queen in the worst possible way — stretched out with nothing on, still dripping from the shower, nowhere near ready. Come help me pick an outfit or talk me out of wearing one at all.
Got in from the Baltic and kicked my heels off first thing — now the dress wants to follow. What are you up to tonight?
Tuesday jam at Billy's and I'm the loudest cheerleader a stranger's guitar solo has ever had. These bar lights are doing things to this top I didn't exactly plan for — come find out what I mean.
Three samosas deep at the Mela and dancing to something I can't understand a word of. Best decision I've made all bank holiday. Come find me before I eat your share too.
Sundays at Gosforth market are my weakness — coffee in one hand, zero self-control, and absolutely no intention of behaving. What are you up to?
Noughty 90s at Leazes later and I haven't even found clothes yet. The morning's got me in one of those moods where I'd rather stay right here. Want to come wake me up properly?
McFly at Leazes Park tonight and I'm already arguing with my wardrobe before the city's stirred. Bank holiday weekends exist for bad decisions — making any with me?
There's seven different things on this weekend and I've somehow narrowed it down to eight. Sitting on my kitchen counter at stupid o'clock arguing with myself about which night to ruin first. Which one are you dragging me to?
Morning light through the window looked too good to waste, so I set up the camera and then completely forgot about it. Some shoots just direct themselves. Want to see the full set?