Home and Away

To celebrate my 21st birthday with my Mother (yes, I'm still, over a week later, celebrating it. Awesome), Mr. Bobby and I were treated by the former to a lovely lunch in a pub in the Northern Beaches. I'd love to show you some food porn but unfortunately by the time I thought to snap some photos my plate of scrumptious salad was half destroyed. Silly fork.


Post beer and such, we drove up to Palm Beach for which Bobby was quite the excited little boy slash fully grown man. In the car, I had to listen to him sing the Home and Away theme tune about a billion times. Okay, according to Bobby, clarification is needed here: It was probably more like three or four times. It was JUST AS PAINFUL. Apparently, because he's English, the fact that the show is absolute rubbish remains an unrealised fact. But what can I say, we're all different G-man, aren't we? Anyway, it was sprinkling and windy and, all in all, not the most pleasant kind of weather for which to be hanging out on the beach, hence we left rather promptly. It was, however, really beautiful. The clouds created such a dramatic atmosphere. It's a pity I'm not The Flame (geddit? Because then I wouldn't have been so cold? No? No, me neither really.)

Robot Rock

Top: Customised from an Eastbourne charity shop find. Black wet look leggings: Primark
White leggings: Pay by the kilo vintage store in Berlin, I cut the holes myself.
Patent shoes: From the flea market in Mauerpark, Berlin. Necklace: Ipod

Okay so I thought if maybe I looked like a robot and wore all robot-y things then this might not turn into a blog post about cats. Yeah, well I was wrong. Today I had to go to the doctor to kindly ask him for lots and lots of Codeine and along the way this black cat started running across the street and meowing at me. Like, really meowing. So I sat by him and pet him for a few minutes (but then I had to go because the call of the Codeine was louder than the call of the cat.) And, honestly, the way this cat came running up makes me pretty sure that I'm becoming notorious amongst the Eastbourne cat society for scratching cats behind the ear. They all know me now. If this is the last you hear of me you might want to just assume that I got consumed by a herd of meowing, nuzzling cats. Seriously.

Also, being a robot for a day was totally awesome and, although Mr. Ford did compare me to someone out of Starlight Express (not exactly the high point of my fashion career), it still comes highly recommended.