don't get your knickers in a twist

I think I've died and gone to heaven. But I've actually just gone to London.

I love the energy in this city, the people, the fashion, the accents, the British magazines, the pubs, the entertainment and the pulse.

While Paris sings you a seductive love song as you walk down the streets, London plays an upbeat pop song, and puts some bounce in your step.

In London, punk music is still cool, a pub is never empty, fashion is open to anything, and people actually smile in the streets.

"Y'alright love?" Yes, I'm absolutely fabulous.

Last night I shook my body left and right to "Let's get in oonnnnn..." In the theatre where we went to see Dancing in the Streets, a Motown show.

Men in yellow silk shirts did several pelvic thrusts while singing like angels and dancing like gods. I was in heaven. If there's anything I love, it's motown. And beautiful black men that can sing.

I'm in the arms of indulgence: I've had my hair done, I've eaten Italian, Indian, and even dragged my dear mother out for Chinese food in Chinatown near midnight last night.

After so many months, I finally feel on holiday. Who knew that gin and tonic could taste so good after drinking wine all year?

Cheers London, I've been needing this.




*Not actually my wine, used as prop as my G&T was finished...