Mr P and Natasha Poly for Vogue Russia



It's guys like Mr P that make misogyny worthwhile. Hot.

See the whole shebang right here.

Today at work we got sent a sack of these Hard Candy lipsticks. We've already established that I'm into anything free, so, y'know. Win!

This stuff is amazing. The colours are fine. Good, some might even go as far as to say. The shade I'm rocking is Peroxdide because I love frosted pink lipstick but, tbh, they're all pretty sweet. It's a light shiny lipstick, that wont last all day. But whatevs, for a nice colour injection, they win. They all come with a mini sword stuck into the lipstick, so whenever you apply it you get that 'I'm pulling a sword from the stone, am I King Arthur?' excitement. And believe me, that is exciting.

The most exciting part isn't the sword, though. It's the fact that this stuff smells, and indeed tastes, like creme caramel. Amazing. I've been sat at work French kissing myself all day today. If you think that sounds hot, you'd be right.

My boyfriend Andrew WK is playing in London this September. Buy tickets! Are you mad?

I would've posted about this earlier in the week, but I was too busy buying all the tickets. Sorry.

PS Is he sitting on the steps of Beyond Retro's Soho store? Is he? Is he? Shall I go slide down the steps nude to impregnate myself?

I'm currently in Sheffield, visiting the mama and the mama-in-law.

In case you miss me, here's some Sheffield-based music for you. This is the best song Pulp ever did, and if you think otherwise you are incorrect. Sorry?