Still Breathing

Last time I posted anything, I was knee-deep in wrapping-paper, cellotape and festive "cheer"- so, too long ago. Not great. If you can travel backwards & remember this post, where I promised details of a crowd-pleasing cuppa, thatll probably help explain the blogging hiatus, but to save you clicking elsewhere, all I said was Id managed to score two internships... So, this is an update on that.No top-tea tips to speak of just yet. Disappointing for the tea-enthusiasts among you, but not so disappointing for the ethnic cocktail that is yours truly, because I am truly hopeless at knocking up a brew. Instead of the "bottom of the food-chain" type jobs Id expected as an intern, Ive been tottering around the city, getting roped into things I really hadnt expected... like sitting in the make-up chair of Lan Nguyen, getting product-after-product painted on my face, & having my hair pulled so tightly, Id rather surgery relieve me of my age (not for a few decades at least...). Who knew playing mannequin would be so awkward... Can you see me squirming? Can you...?! Cos I bloody well was!Aside from that, I dont want to kill yours eyes with (tiny) word, after word, after word... so Ill point you in the direction of Vauxhall Fashion Scout & IDOL. Theyre the big-bees telling me whats what. Nice folks. If youre actually looking to kill your eyes with an incessant stream of tiny words, you could always check out my Twitter. Cant promise a timeline absent of transport woes/ tech woes/ woes in general (hashtag first world problems, were this Twitter. Which its not.). Until next time... which will be soon/ this weekend.