Where romance, Bollywood, prison and Prince Harry combine.

I’m appalled, but not shocked. Failure to blog is in my top 10 New Year’s resolutions list.

Things have been evolving in my little spot of south east London.

After  naked-sleeping with my flatmate/ex-boyfriend (more than once) and a month of avoidance when I decided it was the best way to approach things, he spilled his guts. He missed me, he couldn’t live without me (maybe a slight exaggeration). Instantly that scene and song from Miss Congeniality rang through my head; You think I’m gorgeous… Long story short, we’re back on and it’s wonderful.

My Mum came to stay for a month and we hit the sights of Paris and Athens and then spent  a week on Crete, swimming, drinking cocktails and improving our tans. It was complete bliss and after having Mum here in London for a month-long visit it was the best way to spend some quality time together.

I attended my first Indian (Bollywood) wedding two weeks ago, and it was amazing. It was like everything I’d ever imagined would be included in an Indian wedding; bright, beautiful, jeweled dresses, live fire with smoke hitting the ceiling, Bollywood dancing, a DJ that made the place feel like a club in Ibiza and a cake taller than the bride and groom.

I’m currently engrossed in;






Finally, a photo I came across today;

Harry photobombing Kiwi boxer at the Commonwealths

Hazza for King.

Where romance, Bollywood, prison and Prince Harry combine.