Our Moment | One Direction's Fragrance

And they're back again! With a never-ending range of products to rival the likes of your local IKEA, One Direction have officially launched their debut fragrance 'Our Moment', to add to their already overflowing sales CV including makeup; stationary; uh, cardboard cutouts and in true pop-star spirit, collection dolls.  

Being the 1D enthusiast that I am, I (shamelessly) jumped onto this band-wagon before I'd even checked what it smelled like. Having gotten a bit carried away by their pretty little faces on the box, I'm relived that it actually smells nice! 

You know the drill, a celebrity will release a perfume under their name and it doesn't really matter if it smells any good, because they will sell millions of bottles anyway (I'm looking at you, Justin Bieber.)

Eye Spy | Holiday Edition

It's that time of year again. You've planned it for months in advance; perfected the sit-and-zip suitcase method; matched all of your bikinis with a pair of sandals and wailed Cliff Richard's 'Summer Holiday' the entire way to the airport. We've all been there, every year is the same old malarky which leads up to the week of sizzling in the sun to cure all of our jet-lag related worries. I've recently just returned from a week in Portugal, and I met a (slightly sunburned) Irish lady who nailed it in a sentence: "It's like being a celebrity for a week or two." Or twelve, if you consider her marvelous tan. 

But despite our love for travel and treats, take away the burning ball of fire, the crushed up rock and the slurring accents which make you weak at the knees and we're left with an awfully familiar game of Where's Wally. There's always that one person who turns up on your every holiday. They may have changed their name, hairstyle and nationality but they're there. Sometimes there's even multiple of them. And they're in an airport near you. 

The Thompson Airways Glamour Girl - As the saying goes, the holiday starts in the airport. We all know her; strutting her stuff (with a slight limp) down the runway/toilet queues with the highest heels known to mankind. We couldn't wear them on a night out, but that girl owns them even on the go. A face full of makeup and the occasional trip over her own suitcase, and the package is complete. For me, I think flats are my go-to companion, but you have to admire her almighty balance skills.

Week in Pictures | Come Fly With Me...

I'm back.
The mere two words send me into suppressing many heavy sighs. I'm back. Back in England. Better yet*, back in the rain.
*It's absolutely not better at all.
After a sunny week in the city of Albufeira, Portugal, I'm left feeling pretty defeated (and pale).  There's just something about coming back to reality which isn't nearly as elating as waking up to the view of the crystal blue ocean and bright red men in Speedo's sunning themselves beside the pool - really, you learn to appreciate it given the circumstances.