So I have returned to Newcastle.
Having had to endure the whole journey home on the train (3 hours on a two-carriage train that is practically a tin can on a track), I finally arrived in NCL to be greeted by my lovely boy, and got home to a Marilyn black and white portrait waiting for me (I was sorely missed). Marilyn is like my idol, so it was a much-loved gift.
However, once again I am back to daytime-tv watching, and I have to admit I'm wondering whether I even bothered to return to Newcastle early (both houses I came back to view were SICK), as I'm now lacking Living TV, and subsequently America's (and British) Next Top Model. Admittedly Elle is no Tyra, but nevertheless I heart watching the runways and the shoots. And as much as I prefer the American version as it's so much more exciting as it's so much more OTT, it consoles me massively that when it comes to elimination the British girls fly the fashion flag and always seem to have amazing wardrobes and sense of style, unlike the American love for lycra. That's probably the reason why the Topshop in NY is so expensive as they're paying for the privilege of our high street in order to get some style. It's literally twice the price over there - it made me feel much better about paying more for AA clobber over here knowing that some American beauty was paying $50 for a Topshop tee... And even though I'm lamenting the loss of Living now, I did at least get to watch the re-runs of Cycle 10 until the finale, and I was bitterly disappointed (again, having already watched the series) when Whitney won. Yes, she is beautiful and a good model, but Anya's ethereal beauty capitvated me, and I backed her until the end. But oh well.
Back to Britain's, I was mighty jealous of the chocolate shoot. Take away the nakedness, and I'd do anything to have melted chocolate poured all over me and have some fit photographer take my photo. Joy is my favourite, although Kirsty pulls the pictures out of the bag every time and looks like quite the babe. Even if she did interrupt Elle...
So now I'm watching Friends twice-over, as Virgin TV has nothing else on offer at this time of night. In fact, the only good thing about Virgin is the on-demand Come Dine With Me, which is one of my favourite programmes ever, but even still, there's only so much CDWM I can take in one day...
One thing that does excite me is the fashion shoot I'm helping shoot tomorrow, and the vintage jumpsuit ending on Ebay tonight. It's like me in jumpsuit form, and so I feel it's destined to be mine. Fingers crossed!
Having had to endure the whole journey home on the train (3 hours on a two-carriage train that is practically a tin can on a track), I finally arrived in NCL to be greeted by my lovely boy, and got home to a Marilyn black and white portrait waiting for me (I was sorely missed). Marilyn is like my idol, so it was a much-loved gift.
However, once again I am back to daytime-tv watching, and I have to admit I'm wondering whether I even bothered to return to Newcastle early (both houses I came back to view were SICK), as I'm now lacking Living TV, and subsequently America's (and British) Next Top Model. Admittedly Elle is no Tyra, but nevertheless I heart watching the runways and the shoots. And as much as I prefer the American version as it's so much more exciting as it's so much more OTT, it consoles me massively that when it comes to elimination the British girls fly the fashion flag and always seem to have amazing wardrobes and sense of style, unlike the American love for lycra. That's probably the reason why the Topshop in NY is so expensive as they're paying for the privilege of our high street in order to get some style. It's literally twice the price over there - it made me feel much better about paying more for AA clobber over here knowing that some American beauty was paying $50 for a Topshop tee... And even though I'm lamenting the loss of Living now, I did at least get to watch the re-runs of Cycle 10 until the finale, and I was bitterly disappointed (again, having already watched the series) when Whitney won. Yes, she is beautiful and a good model, but Anya's ethereal beauty capitvated me, and I backed her until the end. But oh well.
Back to Britain's, I was mighty jealous of the chocolate shoot. Take away the nakedness, and I'd do anything to have melted chocolate poured all over me and have some fit photographer take my photo. Joy is my favourite, although Kirsty pulls the pictures out of the bag every time and looks like quite the babe. Even if she did interrupt Elle...
So now I'm watching Friends twice-over, as Virgin TV has nothing else on offer at this time of night. In fact, the only good thing about Virgin is the on-demand Come Dine With Me, which is one of my favourite programmes ever, but even still, there's only so much CDWM I can take in one day...
One thing that does excite me is the fashion shoot I'm helping shoot tomorrow, and the vintage jumpsuit ending on Ebay tonight. It's like me in jumpsuit form, and so I feel it's destined to be mine. Fingers crossed!
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