Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Happy Halloween!

So what are you up to this evening? A group of us are terrorising the local pub but I'm questioning our dedication to get dressed up as it sounds as if we're just doing the mercy dash to Tescos to get kitted out. Zero ghoul marks for effort. 

In the spirit of all things spooky, I've just come across this seasonal cocktail from the fantastic guys at Chase Vodka! Like them on Facebook and follow on Twitter (@chasevodka) to hear their latest news.

Pumpkin Spiced Martini

1.5 Parts Chase Marmalade Vodka
1/2 Part carrot juice
1 Part Irish Cream liqueur
A handfull of pumpkin flesh cut into cubes
Pinch of cinnamon
Pinch of ground nutmeg

Add the spirits and pumpkin flesh into a shaker and muddle. 
Add the carrot juice and then shake hard with ice. 

Double strain into a chilled coupet. 
Garnish with a dusting of cinnamon and nutmeg.

Alternatively, hold everything and be a real Dracula bad ass 
and have your Chase Vodka on ice.

Credit where credit's due: Here

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Stay Safe

Thoughts are with you all across the pond. Stay strong, stay safe. X

Credit where credit's due: here

Go Hard & Never Go Home

So it's the not-so-big Two Six in a couple of weeks so I am mid-organising The Party. Really it's an excuse to get everyone together - and to cause a bit of a spectacle. So I have the most beautiful venue, a stunning burlesque girl called Giddy Heights ("I just need space to swing an ostrich feather") and party bags that would make Madonna blush. It's a little bit F.Scott Fitzgerald's the Beautiful and Damned, a little Studio 54, a little The Stones at Villa Nelcote. 

Salud, here's to a fantastic evening with truly fantastic friends. Guys, I can't wait to see you all. X


Credit where credit's due: Fashion Gone Rogue, Let Them Eat Kate, Tumblr, They All Hate Us

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Making Tracks

"I have a chameleon soul.....I am fucking crazy, but I am free..."


Wednesday, 24 October 2012


"What do you say about a man like that?"

So "the best Bond yet" premiered at the Albert Hall tonight – which one of you lucky bastards were there to see it first? 
Having a quick scrawl through the images, I have to say I think the guys won the style sweep stakes. Daniel Craig's dinner jacket was sublime and Aaron Taylor-Johnson had the whole staring-down-a-lense-setting-your-underwear-alight look down to a T. Naomie Harris and Berenice Marlohoe were true Bond girls – Camilla Parker-Bowles not so much. CanNOT wait to see this movie. In fact I'm  owed a cinema trip from someone. I think it's time to collect.

Credit where credit's due: Here

Saturday, 20 October 2012

Frankel Fever

"The Wonder Horse." Worth a "conservative £100million." 
"The greatest racehorse of our time." 
These are all epithets attributed to Frankel, the Sir Henry Cecil trained, Prince Khalid Abdulla owned thoroughbred which today will pace into the paddock at Ascot to attempt his 14th win in 14 starts. 
Even if horse racing isn't your thing, today sporting history is being written. This Saturday is also momentous as it may be the last time this Bucephalus of the modern age will race in front of a crowd of expectant punters. Tune in to BBC1 at 4.05 to have a heart-in-your-mouth, edge-of-your-seat moment. 

Credit where credit's due: Here & there

Friday, 19 October 2012

I have a Pacha for Ibiza

"People will stare – make it worth their while."

There are pinch-me moments in life and my holiday in Ibiza was one of those. Fabulous people in a fabulous location. I really am one very, very lucky girl. 
Thank you guys for the almighty pick-me-up.

Starting off on Dire Air, buying coffee and Jack Daniels, raising our eyebrows and having the first backgammon lessons. Leaving the cold and rain behind and arriving to sunshine and the world's most beautiful villa. Embarking on the weekend shop and filling five trollies with enough good, bad and bbbbaaaadddd rosé to fill... our fridge. Hearing about Kenny Powers for the first time ("See, in life, when you have talent all the other shit doesn't matter.") 
Welcoming the second wave of people, cracking open the rosé, unleashing the dares and turning the music UP. Cushions for modesty. Falling over and gaining serious bruises. Recovery games of backgammon. Long lunches washed down with more rosé at Es Xarco. Third wave of people and making new gorgeous friends. Meet and greet over too many Marlboro Lights ($5 a pack) and San Miguel beers. "Oh do come on." Starting the bbq and being delayed by a cigarette run and a karaoke sing song. Parties in the pool house. Swimming in heels whilst the sky is afire with lighting. Squashed into the back of hire cars, getting dead legs, dead bottoms and working up a thirst. Pacha and dancing by yourself. Xarco liquid lunch number two, tasting the local hierbas liquor. Laughing. A lot.  Being introduced to Chimpanzee Riding a Segway (You Tube it.) 
Going backless and painting on the glitter for a night at Lio. Getting blown away by the sexiest cabaret and the legs of the waitresses. Seeing some great friends put on a routine to rival the floorshow. Tasting the most delectable lobster. Watching Big Brown Bear really enjoy his massage and Nacho Libre not utter a word. Getting told off by waitresses. Discovering how gorgeous vodka and strawberries are. Dancing in masks. Fresh air. Meeting a hot blonde and the not-so-hot-definitely-a-man friend. Hitting KM5. Stroking a super beard. Leaping over fences in stilettos and getting drenched in the rain. After party number two. Chilling in the sunshine, swimming in the pool. Cuddles. Emotional goodbyes. Watching friends do a 10 point turn to negotiate a corner in the hire car. Falling in love with the white linen beauty of El Chiringuito and enjoying the tunes on the sand. Not enjoying the nudists quite so much. Choosing white sofas over go karting. Doing the corner in the Panda in one. Yes, in one. Rockstar farewells at Ibiza airport to more departing friends. Discovering great music in an understated bar in Ibiza old town. Dancing like a fiend. Knowing who your friends are when they prevent a bar dweller resembling Jimmy Savile filming your salsa moves. Hugging old men called Eric. Feeding the pony. Cheering every time our sober driver negotiated a roundabout, turn or signal during the drive home. Powering up some Adele for a final house party. Mishearing "Text Me." Waking up to beautiful sunshine and ensuring maximum tanning time. Deciding on one last lunch at Es Torrent. Experiencing a wallet-ectomy. Packing and the general gloom of going home. Lots of hugs, promises and maybe a few tears. 

Ibiza, you totally broke my heart. XxX

Credit where credit's due: Me, various friends cameras & Tumblr