Five days post the spray tan experiment, and I am still glowing. I have experimented greatly with the scrumptious products in the goodie bag; I have dabbed, massaged and patted and am definitely hooked now.
When I first arrived in London, one sunny day in April 2005, three things struck me as far more bizarre than the usual craziness you’d expect from moving countries: Left-hand-traffic and its potential to provide for my untimely death. The diminutive effect on £550 if put towards a flatshare in Notting Hill. Streaky shades of […]