P is for... Plymouth.

I retreated to Devon this weekend for some much needed R&R. Rest and relaxation was the plan (which in my defence, was achieved the majority of the time), but i decided to meet my friend Elle for an early drink in Plymouth Friday night and UNFORTUNATELY it turned into quite the night out! Plymouth's just one if those places that seems to make me ridiculously unaware of my limits.

H is for... Hilarious! (May cause offence)

I am rekindling my love for Jon Lajoie tonight with a few friends and thought I would share these videos for anyone who's not familiar. He's actually hilarious! You should definitely take time to watch these videos.

WARNING: All videos include satire adult themes and/or bad language!

J is for... Jack Wills.

The Jack Wills debate. Known to destroy friendships and escalate bullying. Can Jack Wills do no wrong/right (delete as you see fit)?

I have to say, growing up in and around (hate that phrase) Salcombe, I have always been some what on the fence throughout my time when it comes to whether Jack Wills is cool or ridiculous. In it's hometown I find it acceptable- certainly, if you're cold and need a jumper, there are limited shops where you can acquire one in small Salcombe, so by default, Jack Wills often becomes the shop of choice. Plus, their logos often pay tribute to the Salcombe Estuary and surrounding areas, which becomes novelty in the right setting.

W is for... Wedding crashing.

My friends and I crashed a wedding this weekend. Socially awkward. At least, that's what I thought, but it actually wasn't! My friend Jack had an invite, which read:
'Samantha English and Nigel Stewart kindly request the prescence of Jack, friend and dancing shoes to join them in celebrating their wedding at an evening reception'
Which Jack read and took to mean 'bring a car full of people we dont know to our wedding please'.

L is for... The Law of Fashion.

I've been having a great time reading about James Laver tonight. In case you don't know who he is (I didn't), he was a museum curator for the Victoria and Albert Museum in London from the '30s through the '50s. He was also a fashion theorist and historian and came up with this brilliant timeline of the rise and fall of trends in fashion...

H is for... House hunting.

Just spent the whole afternoon having an (executive) meeting with my friends Jack, Calvin and Cat in The Norwood in Cheltenham. After we crashed a wedding last night (blog post to come, awaiting photos), we decided we would grab some lunch, nurse our hangovers and discuss Jack and Calvin's newest venture; house buying.