Love A Bank Holiday

Carnival did not look promising. I’m not gonna lie. I’d heard things like “you can’t get home”, “you can’t move”, “the tube is horrendus” etc etc.

But after brunch with Luke, Lans and Es, the girls headed to Notting Hill to meet Whit and Fran for some carnival action. Lans didn’t have an umbrella or cardigan (typical) but we forced our way up Regent Street with the wind and rain howling and us yelling – Summer!!!! REally!!!!??? Reeeallly London!!?? My suede bag took quite a beating.

The festival was more like a massive street party. Hundreds of thousands of people were scattered about the streets of Notting Hill drinking and dancing to Reggae, Dubstep, and world music. Such a good day!! My calves are absolutely killing from busting moves.

Whit lives round the corner so we all went back to her place to kick on and I chatted with Russians (who made me shot Wodka – DIE), Germans, Pommies and Aussies and I ate way too much dessert (thanks John) and drunk way too many cocktails (thanks Fran). Whit and Lans cornered me and we had a chocolate cake fight – hot. No really.. it was all in our hair and I woke up the next day smelling like cookies.

I also wrote two songs over the weekend, went to Camden Markets, Brick Lane for drinks and Broadway Market for dinner.

Not a day goes by when I don’t appreciate my London family – Luke, Amy, Lans, Whit and Es, I love you guys. I’m so lucky to have you in my life, you make my days brighter. 


Next GIG: Monday Sept 6th @ 93 Feet East, Brick Lane, Shoreditch. 8pm. FREE

3 Replies to “Love A Bank Holiday”

  1. Awww babe!! You’re so beautiful, we’re all so lucky to have eachother 🙂 Now hurry up & be famous cos you deserve to be a star 😉 hehe. Love you xoxo

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