Rise and shine it's Ascot time....

Rise and shine, it's Ascot time!

As some of you may be aware, I attended the Royal Ascot Races held on Saturday 23 June. Out came my glad rags, fake tan and the biggest hat known to man kind. I was up at 5 30 am and was off on the tube at half 7 to get to the races at a respectable time. The first glass was consumed at approximately 11 am. The last, well, it is all a bit hazy after half 12.

Just joking. I am a classy girl, none of that drunk nonsence.

I had an absolutely fabulous time which started and finished with champagne and celebration. I got to watch Black Caviar win her 23rd race in a row and I can tell you- it was quite exhilirating! Although she comes from Australia, as a New Zealander I felt I could claim her victory.

Anyway, I'll leave you to look through the photos... please be warned that a lot of champagne was consumed and subsequently, the quality of photo taking dimished slightly. Still it was a grand occasion and I even saw Her Majesty the Queen.

 

 

 

Giant hat!

Black Caviar!!!!

Sneaking in wine....classy as per usual

Go Black Caviar!!

Right at the fence!

The beginning of the end

The world is mine

I have two words to say to you all.

David Guetta.

One thing that I said I would do when I decided to move to London, was to take advantage of the big named artists that perform over here. I mean, lets be honest. New Zealand doesn't really get that many big names performing, whereas London, it is almost a weekly occurance.

The other thing that I said that I would do when I moved to London, was to always say yes to an invitation and make the effort to go out and meet people. Now I know that you're all probably thinking that that sounds like something I would do anyway. But let me tell you- it is easier said than done. You see, London is a lot harder to get around and it can never be as simple as heading out for a few drinks and then catching a quick cab home. A quick cab home for me would take roughly 30 minutes from central London and up to an hour from North London. Therefore, if I want a night out, I have to plan it with the upmost care and caution to ensure that I;

 a) don't get stranded and b) don't end up spending my rent on a cab fare.

With all that in mind, I have been really good at heading out for a drink or two in the city and then catching the tube home before it closes. Last friday however, I was offered an opportunity that I just couldn't refuse. David Guetta.  For only fifty quid, I got myself a ticket to watch David Guetta perform at the infamous Alexandra Palace. For those of you who don't know who David Guetta is (mum and dad), I strongly suggest you google him. He is kind of a big deal.

After a tough week at work, I was really looking forward to going out in London and seeing Mr Guetta live. He did not disappoint.

I had an absolutely fabulous night and a brilliant start to the Jubliee weekend. I would go in to more detail, but pretty much I spent the whole night jumping up and down and well- dancing my socks off. Needless to say, my shoes had to be thrown out the next day. That's how hard I partied. Boom.

PS: Did I mention that I got a new phone? All of you out there with Viber and Whatsup- call me.

Adieu for now!