September 3, 2010
By now those of you who follow this blog will know how happy a moustache makes me and whilst I was away I spotted the ultimate tasche. Taschetastic, tasharama, tashilicious. THE GRANDE TASCHE. The mafioso of tasches. Speaking of the mafia…. with that pose and that belly he wouldn’t look out of place in an episode of the Sopranos now would he? Or at the Terry Carreira concert a few posts below. That reminds me, the gig’s tomorrow. Better pack my overnight bag and get that flight to Funchal pronto. See you there at the front of the stage for knicker throwing.
Mr Mafioso
August 31, 2010
I’m back in the UK. Hoorah. I missed London and all it’s wonderful people. Most of all I missed you. Yes you over there with the purple hair. Hello.
I managed to take a few fun snaps of People On The Street in Madeira for the blog and I hope that you enjoy them, I shall add them this week at various points after i’ve caught up on my real work. I reckon that most of the locals would’ve been papping me though with my lobster skin and prickly heat. I look wicked.
But here’s one for starters – This lady knows hows to co-ordinate her wardrobe. I love the matching yellow bag and shoes to go with her top. I also like to match my accessories, she is a lady after my own heart. After spotting her at the airport, I then spotted her during the holiday.
Yellow Submarine
Her husband looks like Axl Rose. That’s Axl TODAY sadly not the amazing beauty of yesteryear.
Welcome to the Jungle
Leaving on a jetplane...
August 29, 2010
I pass this man every single day on my way to the tube and have never been able to pap him until now.
Words are unnecessary just let your eyes feast on his greatness. Leather mmmmmm.
August 27, 2010
Waiting for the bus home yesterday afternoon after another scorching day spent at the Royal Savoy nabbing their 5* pools, I spotted this marvellous lady.
She was sucking on her ciggie trying to get every miligram of tar possible from that bad boy. I gave up smoking over a year ago now and occasionally I still miss it but after watching her guzzle hers down it’s made me feel rather smug that I’m not doing that anymore. (Don’t worry I’m not one of those awful anti smokers….)
Just take the beauty of this picture in. The pose, the outfit, the Trinny and Susannah disaster. Not to mention the greatness that is Tony Carreira. I’m seriously considering staying here for another week just so that I can see him perform.
August 26, 2010
Wanna stroke my calves?
At first I didn’t spot the man sitting diagonally opposite me because he seems vaguely normal. But his socks caught my attention. You know how I love a coloured sock. Then I slowly looked up, took his entire outfit in and almost chocked on my raspberry and white chocolate muffin.
stroke my corduroy
No your eyes are not deceiving you. Yes they are pedal pushers. Male corduroy pedal pushers. Part of me totally loves the fact that the bloke is utterly at ease and oblivious to what a strange item of clothing he is wearing. The other part of me wants to vom all over his fake Burberry shirt.
August 25, 2010
I’m currently sitting by a pool and overheating in the madeira sunshine. It’s been a strange holiday. Some of it has been horrid. Think giant cockroaches, pervy builders and inedible food. And some of it has been ace and holidayish – dolphins, boats, swimming in the ocean and lots of Magnum ice cream.
I’ve got a tan for the first time in 10 years and for that reason alone it’s been a success.
Soooo, when I boarded the plane I was surrounded by grey hair and crocs. Oh how I HATE crocs and why are they mainly worn by nerdy dad’s in gross colours like fushia?
But once I arrived I found that it’s not only popular with oldies. Although this pair didn’t disappoint. I think they’d popped of their cruise ship for the afternoon. I love the fact that they’re wearing matching hats. And he’s got thick white socks on. Hooray for Brits abroad.
Back next week with some quality Madeira snaps for you all.
August 23, 2010
A person after my own heart – a colourful sock lover. And a chequered one at that. Result.
I often wear bright secret socks with my pumps to add a dash of colour to an otherwise drab wardrobe. My boyfriend particularly hates it when I wear my purple ballet pumps with bright pink socks. What would he know? It’s a strong look I promise you. Try it, if it doesn’t make it you smile, it will make me smile when I pap you.
Just a dash of colour thank you.
Ohhh my hands are CRAZY
August 21, 2010
Growing old gracefully.
This man is exactly what I picture an older man to look like. The little moustache, the receding white hair, checked shirt and warm jumper, I bet it’s a cashmere mix from M&S.
And I bet he’s friends with Richard Briers. And if he’s not, he should be.
August 18, 2010
You may remember my waistcoat post from a few weeks ago. I am pleased to announce that he has found a new waistcoat, no more halterneck madness. Let’s just hope that he reads the label before washing this one.
Hmmm does this waistcoat look better?
Getting my freak on.
Waistcoat Traveler – If you are reading this why not opt for a different colour. Perhaps a neon orange to match your sandals? I reckon that could be a strong look.
August 16, 2010
The Secret Photograph and her boyfriend run to catch their plane.
Even I need a holiday and finally the time has come to say goodbye to the tube/thameslink and scummy buses of London and to say Olá to the little volcanic island that they call Madeira. Get in mofo’s. I may never come back…. But don’t fret. I have very cleverly scheduled some posts whilst i’m away to hopefully keep you amused and not too distraught by my two week absence.
Yes i’m gonna be a tourist. I’m off to buy a fanny pack, neon shell suit and a whistle incase I get lost.
A gaggle of tourists.
Adeus.
