Break out that sticky blue booze, dress your thirteen year old in a miniskirt and don’t forget the faaackin’ scratchards. I’ve pawned all of my Elizabeth Duke and we’re off to Lanzarote tomorrow.
I joke of course – the place we’re going comes highly recommended by The Guardian, we’ve offset our carbon and actually, chav-chic is the new heroin-chic. With extra heroin. Dahling.
So (fingers crossed) tomorrow’s post will be coming from a warm beach. But first poor Katie has to slog it out against the coalface in meetings in Nottingham before we fly off. Today she’s wearing Red or Dead leggings from Tights Please, a dress from TK Maxx, Temperley cardigan and French Connection shoes. Catch you tomorrow. xx