I’m lying in bed with my laptop on my chest, full of cake and hangover, but smiling through the pain. Thanks to my family and friends for indulging me, spoiling me, celebrating with me this weekend – feeling very loved and overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity.
So how does one turn 30, Imo-style? Well.
I went down to Glasgow to scope out my new local area…
… continued filming How I Killed Your Father with the delightful David Fernandez…
… got the surprise of my life when Irene came over from Denmark to surprise me for my birthday…
… celebrated the shit out of said birthday, by having a Tarantino co-party with other July baby Agapantha…
can I just point out, the reason I look knackered is too-clever shading and contouring I did so I would look like I had been up all night taking cocaine with Vincent Vega. Not actually so hag-faced in real life, I swear.
Many thanks to resident pastry chef (and fellow Adelaide girl) Keva for the raspberry and white chocolate cheesecake – yummm. Check out her blog here and I challenge you to NOT lick your computer screen.
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Colin as Stuntman Mike. Scar by me.
Ian getting tatted up a la George Clooney in Dusk Til Dawn
… and ripped all my clothes off and jumped into Loch Lomond with Faye, because why not.
This coming week I’m ordering all the kit to start my course next month, but even more exciting than bruise wheels and liquid latex is this – my adventure down to London with Chloe for the David Bowie Is exhibition at the V&A. Giddy up!
ain’t she just the best
So just this once I’ll deviate from the usual hair metal that only I give a shit about, and leave you with the great man himself. A new version of this song is being used to advertise a mobile phone at the moment so here you go, get educated.
You can substitute the lyrics to be “blue, blue, electric blue, is the colour of my poo” if you like.
Until next time, be good. Xx
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