Recently, I've been working a lot of early shifts. And early means EARLY - starting at 4am, so waking up at 3am. It's ok once you're in a routine, the shift is fun, and generally I really don't mind it. I have to be in bed by about 8.30, but at least until then I can have a social life.
One thing though that does take a backburner is the old grooming. Getting up that early, I can only really face a shower, washed hair (not dried - too loud and also means getting up 20mins earlier....er no) and obviously warm clothes and UGGS. I won't lie - I hardly look like a dazzling style symbol. In fact, most of this week at least one item I have worn has been inside out.
Now, the upside to starting early is that I finish early. And it is normally after work that I indulge in my grooming habits, and so one would think that given that I am done by midday I would be looking particularly groomed.
But when it is cold, and you are tired, that last thing I really fancied doing was going to my local beauty salon (Sajna, off clapham high street - brilliant. It is open til 11pm, it is cheap, they will always fit you in, and it is even open on a Sunday) and having a brazilian bikini wax.
But on Wednesday I bit my lip and went. And this is when Sajna comes into it's own. In I went at 1.09pm. Had a brazilian bikini wax (OUCH) and got my eyebrows threaded (amazing, definitel worth doing, and a snip at £3) and was out by 1.24. I spent £15, but felt (to be cliched) a million dollars. Sorting out your eyebrows works wonders for your face, and having a bikini wax always makes you feel a little self-righteous.
I then went and got myself a pedicure (45mins of BLISS) and then the ultimate indulgence of an eyelash perm. If you have never experienced this wonder then find the nearest beauticians to you that does this and go NOW. You will love me forever for introducing this phenomenon into our life. You can throw out those gunky eyelash curlers, and everyone will comment on how well you look.
And that is the extent of my beauty regime. It is pretty basic, but it covers the essentials. And the eyebrow/eyelash treatments are the cheapest way to revolutionise your face.
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Friday, 12 February 2010
Sunday, 14 October 2007
Infernos
On friday I experienced the joys of Infernos. A black box situated on Clapham High Street, I had been warned of its horrors by all and sundry, and yet curiosity got the better of me and I had to find out for myself.
So my housmate and I (a broad northern lass, from town of pie-eaters, Wigan) decided that in the name of research we would go.
First pleasant surprise was that it was free for girls before 10 (we then realised this was solely an attempt to balance out the massive majority of male clientele, but we did save a tenner).
Next surprise. This nightclub is carpeted.
As my wiganer pointed out "a bit of vomit on tha' and tha'll stink". So true.
Surprise number three. There are fish tanks EVERYWHERE. With real fish!
This we felt merited a photo. And provided a uninterrupted hour of fun. there were big fish and little fish and black fish and blue fish, and my personal favourite, a fish with a moustache.
So anyway. we were in. And despite the seriously bad decor, the carpet and distinct lack of other females, it is not too bad.
We have a little dance to some seriously cheesy music. Then we have a bigger dance. Then the wiganer tells an irishman that his irish dancing is poor, and to learn from her. And before we know it we are having a lovely time.
I'd be missing out a lot of the evening if i didn't admit that there were a lot males that enjoyed following us. But while some of them were downright weird, the majority were actually normal.
we spoke to two army men who had just got back from managing troops in Helmand. I spoke to a whiskey salesman that specialised in whiskey from Islay. And another that worked for vintage publishing house.
All in all, our night in infernos was a good'un. yeah, the music was dominated by 80's and 90's cheese, with the odd bit of rnb thrown in, but it was not too hot, offered sufficient dancing space for the wiganer to throw out some shapes, and is right on our doorstep.
And at the end of all that, we came home having change from a tenner.
So my housmate and I (a broad northern lass, from town of pie-eaters, Wigan) decided that in the name of research we would go.
First pleasant surprise was that it was free for girls before 10 (we then realised this was solely an attempt to balance out the massive majority of male clientele, but we did save a tenner).
Next surprise. This nightclub is carpeted.
As my wiganer pointed out "a bit of vomit on tha' and tha'll stink". So true.
Surprise number three. There are fish tanks EVERYWHERE. With real fish!
This we felt merited a photo. And provided a uninterrupted hour of fun. there were big fish and little fish and black fish and blue fish, and my personal favourite, a fish with a moustache.
So anyway. we were in. And despite the seriously bad decor, the carpet and distinct lack of other females, it is not too bad.
We have a little dance to some seriously cheesy music. Then we have a bigger dance. Then the wiganer tells an irishman that his irish dancing is poor, and to learn from her. And before we know it we are having a lovely time.
I'd be missing out a lot of the evening if i didn't admit that there were a lot males that enjoyed following us. But while some of them were downright weird, the majority were actually normal.
we spoke to two army men who had just got back from managing troops in Helmand. I spoke to a whiskey salesman that specialised in whiskey from Islay. And another that worked for vintage publishing house.
All in all, our night in infernos was a good'un. yeah, the music was dominated by 80's and 90's cheese, with the odd bit of rnb thrown in, but it was not too hot, offered sufficient dancing space for the wiganer to throw out some shapes, and is right on our doorstep.
And at the end of all that, we came home having change from a tenner.
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