backlash

Is it just me or is anyone else fed up with monster mascara? I reached the breaking point a few weeks ago when a misfire with Lancome Fatale left me looking like I'd just suffered a fatal blow. And if I'm honest, even at the best of times, under ideal application conditions, these lengthening mascaras have a tendency to clump like a country cousin going up stairs. So I picked up a tube of Great Lash by Maybelline at Boots and am loving the low-key look. As a bonus, it's much easier to take off at night.

Pleather

Whilst under the influence of this week's spring-like weather, I picked up a new handbag. It's a lovely light brown item made from pleather. Very ethical, very light, very nice. But very, very slippery. Unlike its counterpart, pleather blissfully slides off the shoulder, slips off the lap and in general shimmies all over the place. It's kind of annoying.

Singapore Sling: The Original Alcopop

Am stuck in the hellacious midlands on a work-related jaunt. Hotel room is beyond grim, so I stopped at the local M&S for a little light refreshment. The shop had run out of my first choice--g & t (nasty but nice once you knock back your second)--so I plumped for a Singapore Sling instead. I'm on my second and it tastes pretty delish. But if I'm brutally honest, it is a bit of a chemical cocktail, literally!

Wiki tells me the drink was created in the early 20th Century at Raffles Hotel in Singapore. I kind of knew that somewhere in the deep dark drink-related recesses of my mind. I love this pic I purloined from the net--very art deco. Am feeling somewhat soft-angled at the moment. Should move from the couch to the bed in case I pass out. But first, a toast to Charlotte Church and Gavin whatisname, aka Mr. Scrummy. May their child be fortunate and fair!