When my sister comes home from London she tells me to bleach my moustache.
Then she insists we go shopping. This involves her telling me everything I choose is horrendous while she tries on sunglasses and says: Do I look like John Lennon?
Thankfully, she has a lovely friend called Ella who came along with us on the most recent outing (last week).
After an HOUR AND A HALF in H&M the pair were distracted by Arm & Hammer giving away free toothpaste. They were not even ashamed to try it out (even though Ella looks a bit ashamed in this photograph).
When we had been out for far too long I decided going for a cocktail was an alright thing to do, as it was the evening. My friend put together what I believe is a variation on an 'eggy-weggy,' while I laughed at names like 'Knob' on some expensive bottles.
Some bartenders don't have a taste for this kind of humour. But I know my friend was laughing inside. I walked home afterwards via another bar then went on twitter after I'd had too many gins. I courted celebrities, one of whom kindly laughed at my sister's joke concerning high-sixing people from the Forest of Dean.
