The glamourous start to a glamourous weekend.
Me and mieke and my sash, I felt like a old Miss America.
Hen’s at breakfast.
The Lemon, look how classy.
Getting another clue!
My new garter. For Jamie’s eyes only and maybe everyone else if I drink too much champagne at the wedding.
Looking for my clue in the bookshop, it took me ages, well like about 3 minutes but it seemed like ages.
In the world’s longest champagne bar waiting to get on the train to Paris with Georgia and Mieke.
Me and Ang on the Eurostar, Centre of London to centre of Paris in 2 hours and 5 minutes. Amazing.
Jaime and Rose on the eurostar on the way to paris.
All dressed up and ready to go and see boobies.
Look what awaited us when we sat down in the burlesque club!
Mieke wearing the man's cape, he gave it to her she did not steal it and she had to give it back. Also did you know France is now smoke-free? wicked. London is smoke-free but all the pubs still stink like smoke and a litttle bit like vomit.
Me, Rose and Mieke outside the Burlesque club. We may have had a few glasses of champagne by this point.
Our balcony, Billie Holiday also stayed at this hotel.
Buying yet another crepe with Jaime and Emily. I could not stop myself. I was a crepe eating machine.
Posing on the river with Mieke and Zoe, do you notice my fake rayban sunglasses and they only cost £2, Bargin! You will also notice that I am still trying to work the Posh spice pose. I promise I will stop.
Look how sophisicated we all look!
The tower on a bootiful sunny day
Walking in Paris, Georgia, Mieke and Emily.
