Come on England - Rooooooney!

How embarrassing will it be if we don't get past the group stages! Very. Surely they can pull it together for 90 mins. It just seems very unlikely after last Fridays performance doesn't it! Gerrard with his dodgy foot hitting the ball off somewhere into outer space, Rooney looking like a 5 year old who'd been told he wasn't allowed a Maccy Ds for his tea and the rest of them, well, the less said the better. Utter rubbish. Please, please, please be nicer to the boys Fabio, your X management tactics are clearly not working. Tell them you'll love them even if they lose (don’t mean it obv) and I'm sure they'll be good little boys. Roooooooney!

So what's the correct response to 'i'm just looking at your belly'

Surely every girls worst nightmare, you've seen your 'live in' casting slightly too long a glance at your stomach area in the past week or so, when confronted with the question 'what are you looking at?' (in a non agressive tone I might add) the last thing you want to hear is 'your belly'. Shocked, I push it further 'what do you mean my belly?!' why did I do this to myself? I get a response along the lines of it's fine, I like it and I've put on weight too look. This is coming from Mr Terminator who has not an ounce of fat on him! Typical girl response, I can't help it it's in my genes, I want to cry, curl up in a ball and never leave the comfort of my own bed ever again. Instead I somehow manage to hold back the tears (well done me) run to the bedroom and put on a top to cover what I now imagine to be my humongous grotesquley obese stomach. Feeling pretty shit about myself I now have to sit through a day of being an internal emmotional wreck and trying not to think about food which, let's  face it, when you have a desk job, is the only thing getting me through to 5:30! Pretty sure my time would be better spent on important issues such as how to solve the BP oil spill, providing aid to children in Africa and how bankers should be penalised but oh well, that's just me!

Souk Medina, Covent Garden

So at the wknd I found a nice little place in Covent garden for dinner. This, for anyone who lives in London will know, is quite a feat as usually all eateries in this area are subject to being waaay overpriced, full of tourists and generally just not a nice experience. I have to say I’m a bit of a one trick pony and once I’ve found something I like, I generally stick to it, I’m just a bit boring like that! And for that reason pretty much every time I go to Covent Garden I go to Wahacca, which btw is amazing. It’s cheap, tasy and most importantly does amazing tequila and my absolute favourite – salty beer. I think it’s official Mexican name is a chellada, fresh lime juice with official Mexican beer with salt around the rim, delicious – truly. But alas I think I have finally found an alternative, is this what happens when you try new things?! Souk Medina. It‘s hidden on Short Street (I think) just by the Chicago theatre. You’re greeted to very authentic Moroccan/African décor and the enticing smell of burning incense, friendly staff and if you’re lucky, a belly dancer. The food is decently priced, I went for the Chicken, chickpea and harissa tagine, £12, tasty, decent size, brilliant. Everyone else was suitably happy with the food, particularly the veggies among us (those crazy fools, how could you refuse the sumptuous offering of bacon in life?!) so all in all good experience. I now have 2 Covent Garden eateries in my repertoire, marvellous.

Took a little trip to Polo in the park on Sunday in Fulham

Took a little trip to Polo in the park on Sunday in Fulham, very posh I know. Didn’t really know what to expect as I hadn’t been before, all I was sure of was that there would be ponces a plenty and I wasn’t disappointed. There were boys in deck shoes with severely goofy teeth and floppy hair, the classic red or yellow chino trouser (seems to have transferred from Sweden – they were ten a penny in Stockholm), lots of long blonde hair – slightly backcombed, stupid hats, ridiculously slutty dresses which rich people seem to make look posh (if they went to a council estate and saw that much flesh they’d think it was a terrible show and down right common) much to the boys delight I might add. A strange comment from F along the lines of ‘there are so many defined calves here, it just shows you that these girls live in the gym’ - er what?! Plenty of Pimms and Veuve Cliquot , obligatory. To be honest I found the people watching the most exciting. It was quite amazing and much like a trip back in time to my Uni days at Oxford Brookes, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the poor souls but went with the first option in the end. Polo players were looking pretty tasty so there was something for the girls too. Managed to get a close up of one………

All in all a good day, worth the experience for sure!