Big Pimpin

One of my good mates in London is Dutch. If you don't already have a Nederlander in your portfolio of friends might I suggest adding one or two at minimum.They are good fun, will always tell you the truth no matter how much it stings and rarely say no to impromtu drinks. They also,as it happens, may over drink and then proceed to meet a man on a train who they pimp you out to. Pimping is illegal in Amsterdam (there are signs everywhere which say so) but not apparently in the big smoke. So as my dating pause comes to a close, my re-entry is marked by blind date with a handsome stranger. Watch this space for a play by play later this week.

Cease and Desist Nearing Expiry

Following one of the worst dates I have experienced in recent history paired with a lapse in judgement with Cricket Boy I declared a self imposed moratorium on dating. For at least a couple of months I needed a break from the scene. Time with me, that's what I needed. 1 Oct marks my re-entry into the world of the unexpected and I am welcoming it with open arms (no pun intended) and excitement. For all I know things may have changed while I was away, not likely, but you never know. I most certainly have picked up the bad side effects of not actively dating, about 5 kilos worth. So here's to an autumn full of turning leaves, dropping temperatures and exciting dates that involve firesides and mulled wine. Except, erm...now I am out of prospects.

Fashion Week

Fashion Week in London is always an interesting time if you run in the circles of press, celebs, champagne or night clubs. Or simply if you fail to meet to height to weight criteria that gets subconsciously imposed on every female within a 10K radius. Everywhere you look there are 6ft tall amazon women who look like they forget to eat their lunch and dinner for about a year. They saunter about fag in one hand martini in the other looking impossibly cool and pulled together. In reality they are coming home from last night's bender whilst I am on my way to work. And of course they are like 12 pretending to be 18. Never mind, I can hold a conversation. I'll rest on that.

New beginings

It's a big move, but I am making the leap to Blogger after 3 years with MSN Spaces. I have started a new job and thought the time had come to evolve the experience for my blog audience as well. Mobile blogging is more important to me now, so blogger it is.

For old antics, stories, mis-steps and generally cringe worthy moments check out my old blog. Bear with me as I get the design of LFL up and running, but expect the same adventures as before.

I'm closing in on 3 years in London and it's amazing to me how different my experiences are now compared to 1 or 2 years ago. Looking forward to entering year four with more sass and less sleep.