Long poos, long face
The final two days of pouting, quiff-sporting male model impersonation are nearly over.
Studio life
Student life
Clothes rail, clothes horse – same difference. My quiff got a bit of performance anxiety when it saw the camera.
Lightning move
Lightning struck
And today, a touch of the finger-in-the-electricity-socket. Just never got the hair right, did I.
The food was more successful. Yotam’s fishcakes came up trumps for Wednesday’s dinner and last night Dan Lepard’s bonfire sticks incited the oohs and ahhhs we missed out on by being fireworks night scrooges. That’s a naff analogy and a half. Oh the clevernessless Fridays of the weary blogger, tired of the sound of her own tone of voice.
Bonfire sticks
Bonfire logs
You know I’m not talking about wooden logs, don’t you?
Never mind. All the tastiest dinners look like turds.
Conclusions:
- I’m very busy at work today so there’s not a great deal of time for drawing conclusions
- Instead, please accept this TOWIE-style catchphrase, which I’m hoping will catch on: “Have fun til Mon”
- It’s supposed to be a way cool way of saying “Have a nice weekend”
- Doesn’t really work, does it
I've always found it funny when people write letters to the Guardian's Weekend magazine complaining that the recipe ingredients are too middle class and the fashion only looks good on thin people. After all, it's just a magazine. Or is it? I decided to follow its recipes, fashion and lifestyle advice as closely as possible, to see if the aspirations promoted therein can really be achieved by the average reader who is not especially wealthy, not necessarily model thin and is obliged to work regular office hours. This blog has no affiliation whatsoever with the Guardian but I link to the Weekend magazine website for the purposes of illustration. 
Guardian Girl 
oh my god i hadn’t checked your blog in awhile and i just spent an hour laughing out loud. GENIUS WOMAN.
awwwwww, I miss you too much MK.
Totes worked babes. Well Jel I can’t cook like you.
AMAZEBALLS.
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