Somehow a bag lady found her way into my house. Dishevelled, incoherent and smelling of stale booze, I felt compelled to prepare her Joe’s Patented Panacea Milkshake.
Ingredients:
1 gallon of icecream
Dash of milk
Half a tub of banana Nesquik
Ovaltine / Horlicks
Glenmorangie (optional)
Blend up all the ingredients and gulp so quickly the cold makes your brain freeze.We’re ordering Chinese. Today has been a struggle.
OK, so we’re a bit late posting today, largely because everyone is a little tipsy after an ongoing impromptu party at our gaff.
Catch you tomoz. I’ll be feeling rough.
X
P.S. We blame Heather and Peter for buying us a magnum of bubbles.
P.P.S. Also, we blame Monika for being utterly mental.
Doesn’t Katie look innocent? You’d never tell from that innocent little face that she is in fact growing a chronic super strain of Yemeni khat right under the noses of the gentle ground-staff of the Geffrye Museum.
She wears a French Connection poncho coat, New Look sequin blazer, TK Maxx shirt and Fenn Wright Manson skirt.
Katie took this pic herself. It’s rather good, eh? And those scraggly flowers are from our wee garden. We’re houseproud. Although we do have rising damp. Fortunately the damp proof guys handled it with Extreme Prejudice earlier on today.
The Katie wears a vintage dress (a present from Alice), TK Maxx tights and Swedish Hasbeens from Sarenza. Eye-hurtingly silly.
This is what happens when Katie gets to do a self portrait. She’s now watching Mary Portas PRing the arse off of Mary Portas on the Mary Portas show. I met Mary Portas last year. I thought Mary Portas was the loveliest. Mary Portas was probably just PRing me.
Katie wears House of Holland tights, a Toast skirt over a Wheels and Dollbaby tutu and a manic grin.
I’ve not been feeling very well so have spent most of the day in bed sleeping and DVDing. And then Katie came home early to make me something healthy to eat while I wait for University Challenge (I’ll probably only be well enough to get 95% of the questions right).
Amazing Katie outfit today – TK Maxx fluffy coat thing, Sarenza shoes, S’Nob skirt and a vintage blouse. I might have another sleep.
We’ve caught up on X-Factor and then been for a walk around our new endz to see the butcher about my dinner. Now time to watch Four In A Bed while pretending to do some work but actually looking at places to go on holiday to kill time until more X-Factor.
Doesn’t Katie look happy? And not at all like she’s been out on the smash for three nights in a row. She wears a vintage skirt from Bedroom Boutique, Manoush bodywarmer and a very cool necklace given to Katie by a very nice girl called Cherie Collins way back when the blog first started years ago.
After a very late night last night (it involved Katie singing a lot of karaoke) we’re off out again tonight for another friend’s birthday.
We’re running late, so no time to chat. Please tweet me X-Factor updates throughout the night!
P.S. Isn’t the pug bag awesome?!
We’ve just been hingin aboot all day (K = hungover) after birthday drinks at the Charlotte St. Hotel last night (which were followed by an amazing dinner at Hakkasan and then more booze at Shoreditch House). It was lovely. I’m a very lucky man.
We’re off out again tonight to celebrate our mate Chris Gallery’s birthday in Clerkenwell. This could be a ruinous weekend.
Katie’s sitting trying out a sofa in the window of SCP wearing her hangover clothes.
Woooo! In celebration of Katie’s 29th birthday, here’s a special WKW photo special.
The birthday girl wears a spectacular vintage Moschino sequin jacket (a loan from Bruno’s mum); and the little jewelled bear is a birthday prezzie from me, from Browns.
We’re off somewhere secret to celebrate later. Now be nice and sing happy birthday to the missus in the comments below.
X
Joe writes the words. Katie wears the clothes. A different outfit every day.
