London Bound..

Busy day today! So, I’m dressed, I’m ready. I’m still a bit tired, but I look like the most perfectly, untired doll of ‘Diva.’ Big hair, a stylish, yet somewhat conservative burnt salmon/coral pencil dress, everything is winky and pouty and i’m packing an overnight bag, as I head off to London.

I’ve worked hard all week and I’ve finally managed to get away from Yorkshire for a moment, to shimmie to ‘The Capital.’ To be fair, I was away for Easter with ‘the swirl.’ Yet more and more, as each day passes and my blog life gets more fruity, I almost pray every day (if praying meant ‘bitchin and moaning‘ 😉 ) to get myself out of a swivel chair and ride deliciously magical carpets through the starry skies of opportunity…because now they are all around me and waiting.

As soon as I get to London, I won’t have time to check into my hotel right away and instead i’m gonna head across town in m Greentomato car (which is like an uber, yet environmentally friendly) and go see Jack Parsons, who is the CEO of Yourfeed UK. He’d asked for me to venture down to his offices, so i’m incredibly excited to meet him. He’s doing so well with his business, that i’m hoping some of his magic rubs off into Wunna land. (Why does that sound rude?)

Straight after that meeting, I’m THEN going to check into my hotel, chill for a bit, get something to eat, have a few drinks and then get ready for the UK Blog Awards which is at the Park Plaza Hotel, Westminster. (Ruby was conceived in the Leeds version of that hotel. 🙂 )

So, I have a big glamorous night of award ceremonies and celebrating the art of blogging with some of the best digital content creators in the nation. There’s 8 people in my category. I won’t win my category, but I should. 🙂 I’ve taken a look through everything and reckon I’d come THIRD.

This now means that i’m going to commit to drinking, as soon as I fly into the venue, with kitten *can can,* laughter and a smile that could warm the coldest winks. The idea is to network and to celebrate how far blogging and vlogging has come, i’m doing it in a green, sequinned mermaid dress. LOL.

I’ll be snapchatting, tweeting and facebooking my time, AS I AM THERE.

I need to hurry up and get myself off…

I’m not wearing the peacock dress simply because I didn’t want to lose in it, crying into a wine, in some lonely Blog Awards corner….DRESSED AS A PEACOCK. :)I’ve been dressed as worse. I mean fuck it, I saved LA guy bestie, Brandon’s LIFE, by climbing onto the roof of his apartment building, when he thought he no longer wished to do life anymore, with two mango margaritas in my hand and a bit of wunna wisdom. We were sat on this roof, under the LA moon, as he contemplated his loneliness, his sexuality and all sorts…with a mango margarita. What a way to go! Lol.

I WAS DRESSED AS A SLUTTY CAVE GIRL. It was Halloween in LA.

 

That night he couldn’t decide it he was gay or bisexual, so wanted me to *kiss* him to find out. Lol. We were kids. I did. He’s gay. He even married and divorced an Italian gu who stole all his money. Lol.

Bottom line…he lived through another evening that night and never got back on that roof again. I swear it was the margaritas!

Double B: ‘AS IF YOU’RE NOT WEARING THE FUCKING PEACOCK DRESS! I LOVE THE PEACOCK DRESS. I WANTED YOU TO WEAR THE FUCKING PEACOCK DRESS AND ACTUALLY WALK A REAL LIFE PEACOCK IN WITH YOU, ON A LEASE. THAT WOULD’VE BEEN SO KANYE OF YOU!’

I have the greatest chick friends. *DYING.*

Wish me luck!

Off to London…

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