Link to my new blog:
www.danceswithballoons.blogspot.com
It’s prettier and aqua blue. See you on the other side!
I'm about to embark on a wintery trip to Vienna and I just had a brainwave. It came to me as I was going through security in Gatwick.
You know how there's two types of travelers? Those dressed for style and those for comfort. There should be a new type, extreme comfort.
With the impending bitter cold, no one wants to go outdoors. And forget style when it's so cold your proverbials have frozen off.
So to put puffy jackets and ugg boots to shame, behold-the doona suit.
That's right, comfort to the max. Its an adult version of romper set made with pillowy featherdown. Complete with poop chute flap.
It doubles up as a sleeping bag if you add a hood.
What do you think?
I might be the only person wearing this.
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This blog started with my first move from Sydney to London. It's been through continents, two long term boyfriends, countless travel adventures and fun times with friends. And not to mention, an almost sinister obsession with photographing food before it's eaten.
The increasing and annoying presence of ads from LJ is driving me towards a new host. I've started a new blog in alpha version and I'm testing out a new name. It sounds silly, but life is silly so that's why it stuck.
PS-I can't figure out how to export my journal entries to Wordpress so I'll be very appreciative if someone can explain how it's done easily :)
http://danceswithballoons.wordpress.com
See you on the other side!
They make their icecream on the spot with liquid nitrogen. The point (aside from the awesome-ness factor), is that the icecream freezes so quickly, ice particles can't form. The icecream comes out amazingly smooth and oh boy, is'nt liquid nitrogen is ever so fun???
We ordered by choosing a base flavour, vanilla or chocolate. Then the magic begins...
Pour it into a bowl with icecream mixture. Mmmmm...smell those Madagascan vanilla vapours!
Let the Kitchen Aid mix it up.
After a few seconds, fresh whippy icecream's ready.
Add toppings and this is my finished product.
I choose sea salted caramel and popping candy as toppings. It's tastes as decadent as it looks and the tantalising popping candy sensation lingers. Eating this was the best part of my day!
By 2am, my spirit broke. I couldn't tolerate the Angry Drunk CHAVs or the more PC term, Intoxicated Urban Ferals any longer.
It felt like I was flying with the scum of the earth and I'm not talking about the airline. A policeman accompanied a distressed looking flight attendant checking boarding passes. It was a dry flight so there was no alcohol and clearly no fun for anyone.
When I checked into my hotel, it was sunrise and my friends were coming back from Space.
The next few days I engaged in a happy lifestyle where night is day and working is to dance. Woke after midday and hung out at the beach until the early evenings. By then hundreds of people were there dancing and drinking in their swimsuits. Just like a beer commercial.
There are no curfews in Ibiza including the planes which fly over Bora Bora where we stayed. A guy beats bongo drums outside our room at 6am. Thank goodness for exhaustion and ear plugs. Ibiza is a non-stop party town.
On the last day we went to Formentera island where the beaches are uncrowded and crystal blue. You can take a scooter or quad bike from one side to other as it's that small. I had an amazing chargrilled steak at a restaurant facing the beach, in my swimsuit. Life was so easygoing!
Was sad leaving Ibiza but instead of crossing it off my list, it stays on and I'll be back.
Partying with white sunglasses abuse.
Doof doof doof. Bora Bora's daily open party.
The water's so warm, it's like a bathtub that stretches out to infinity.
Relaxing but I would'nt do this in Oz. (Sunbathing that is, not the reading.)
Clinging-to-the-last-years-of-our-youth shot. And isn't the water pretty?
Farewell Ibiza. I will never forget you.
In contrast to my previous photo.
I guess with all of my travels, it was bound to happen. A cheap fare and a ridiculous delay. Could Monarch be worse than Ryanair???
People are wondering around Gatwick like lost souls. And those who aren't, must have popped their pills too early. I'm avoiding them along with the super skinny, over tanned and in-your-face-boobs girls.
So I'm laid along waiting chairs, entertained by a flashing ATM and Take A Break magazine (abandoned copy). My earplugs are wedged in to thinly veil screaming children and I kid you not, a jackhammer.
On the plus side, these chairs give incredible back support.
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It's caressingly warm for 6.30pm. I'm using my new picnic rug and not-so-discreetly picking caramel out of my teeth. Next to me is half a box of Toffifee and a coffee. My bare feet are hovering over a reflective pond and I'm staring into the sky.
It's a lazy Sunday. Slept in, had a quiet breakfast and a late spaghetti amatriciana from my favorite dinky Italian in Kilburn. Bought a swag of delightfully cheap stuff from Poundland. (And now enjoying two items.)
The birds are singing praises to summer. The breeze is tickling the leaves. Blackberry brambles sprawl rampantly with immature fruit. Foragers had come and gone already.
I'm at a spot I call Bunny Kingdom. When it's idle, spring bunnies come out to sun bake. I noticed once when I woke from a nap and they were everywhere. Quietly basking. Their wee noses twitching. But once spotted, they scatter into the bushes.
Secretive little creatures. Did'nt even bother reaching for my camera. In a blink, it was like they were never there.
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Ran the JP Morgan Corporate Challenge. There were thousands of people in Battersea Park and the weather was cool. No hayfever like last year but I was battling a cold. Ranked fastest female in my company!
Helped paint a mural in a South London playground. Was perched on a step ladder trying not to drip paint on people's heads. It was for Rockcorps where you volunteer and get a ticket...
...to a rock concert at Wembley Arena. Saw Eliza Doolittle and Kelis but left early and missed P Diddy.
Walking through Hampstead Heath where wild raspberries and blackberries are flourishing. Can you spot the bunny?
Reunited at drinks in Waterloo. Years ago we shared a flat in St Johns Wood and we're still great friends.
Basement Jaxx vs Metropole Orkest. At the Barbican Centre which is mecca for the arts. It was an orchestra concert that had the audience out of their seats dancing. (Including me!)
Bought a quirky colander from the charity shop. Talked to a flamboyant volunteer who was Scottish, spoke three languages and offered Chinese medicine advice when I said I had a cold. How bizarre and wonderful! On the way home, I raided the damson tree outside my old building.
Also bought this canvas print and fitted the hanging wire myself. Total cost was £4.80 but the feeling of satisfaction is priceless. Now I'll always have flowers in my bedroom.
Found a new hang out in Hampstead where the coffee is decent and cupcakes are divine. I love the marzipan strawberry.
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