A Trip to Chiswick Car Boot

Picture this: 

On Sunday morning my bladder woke me up (as it usually does after a night out), my mouth tasted a mix of vodka and chocolate, and sprawled out next to me was a half naked guy. For a split second I thought 'what and more importantly who the hell happened last night...', until realising it was dear Foo Foo.

After this slight moment of madness, we had some tea and headed to Chiswick Car Boot Sale with Joely! 

I've always been a massive fan of this Car Boot which takes place on the first Sunday of every month! Saying that, the last time I went was in February... the heavy snow and lack of stalls left my sister and I with nothing but frostbite! Faaail.

Sunday's trip wasn't much better in terms of items purchased...but the sun was shining and we had a lovely little time.

Highlights!

I was never a believer in love at first sight...until I met this teeny weeny teacup puppy at the gates...in other words, the CUTEST thing I have ever seen in my life. And did I mention that it was literally the size of a teacup?  

Joely was on the lookout for a shirt similar to one which I got from here a few years back...he has taken mine captive and even wore it on Sunday (see below). Cheeky bugger.

Whilst Joel tried on various pieces of women's jewellery and examined teapots...

Ferrari was busy taking selfies...and I quote, "I wish there were two of me so I could fuck myself". 

His vanity has no bounds...

and I was making up for the lack of sausage the night before...

Purchases!

Joely got this beautiful vintage mirror:

mirror mirror on the wall, who's the gayest of them all...

His PR selling/negotiating skillz came in handy as he got it down from £25 to £20. 

Well I say that, but it was actually down to pure luck. The old man selling it wanted me to flip a coin to determine the price... £20 for heads and £22 for tails. 

Luckily for Joel, the guy was a bit ditzy in the head...it landed on tails and he still exclaimed "£20 it is!"

SAAAFE DOOOE. 

Joel and I also got matching watch rings for £2....bargain. Little did we know that neither of them actually work...but at least they look pretty :) 

and I also bought this statement pearl ring for £1..yay!

Most Shameful Moment:

It has to be when I tried to purchase a real Prada bag for £1.50 rather than it's actual price of £150. The woman looked me like I'd been dropped on my head a fair few times as a child.

To be fair I probably was. 

I'm going to do a style post tomorrow- 1 Item, 3 Ways. 

Have a look innit. 

xoxo 

Carnival: A Lesson in History.

Today, the history geek in me shone through.

As I was daydreaming away about the weekend, I found myself wondering why Notting Hill Carnival actually exists...I mean if you think about it, it's a really random event. Why do thousands upon thousands of Brits annually take part and revel in what is essentially a celebration of all things Caribbean? 

So I took to Wikipedia, the mother of all knowledge, and here are a few things I learnt; 

• Notting Hill Carnival stems from an attempt to strengthen race relations in Britain and to promote cultural unity, as the Slave Trade/British Empire fucked that shit up. And the British were racist bumholes. 

• The London Hippies were key figures in organising the first ever Notting Hill Carnival back in 1966. Should've guessed! 

• The word 'Carnival' actually originates with the very first Italian Catholics who had their own festivities before Lent. In Latin, 'carnevale' means 'to put away the meat', so basically, they got as merry as Mary Poppins and as binged up as I do after a drunken night out, before  "sausage" and "beeeercan" became strictly off limits for 40 days and nights (terrible pun, I'm sorry).  

        Anyways...

 this little lesson has resulted in a very happy Nish for two reasons:

1) I am definitely all for celebrating the uniting of races! After all, I am a product of two past enemy races/cultures. Woop! 

2) Being a Catholic and all, it's only right that I follow through with the tradition of 'Carnival' and drink till I'm sick, eat till my heart's content, and most importantly, make sure I get enough sausage to last me the next 40 days! 

Only joking....or am I? 

Laterz for now. Style post tomorrow. xoxo