Gwen Stefani @ Wembley

When I was a teenager, I used to want to walk around barefoot with a microphone, have a hot bassist as my best friend, and wear bindhis day in day out. Just like Gwen Stefani.

So guess who was an excited lil' missy when she heard that Gwen was performing in Wembley.

As soon as the Sweet Escape show started, a Harajuku girl was standing right in front of us. Like 5 feet away.

Then Gwen Stefani runs into the crowd and runs right past us. Looking amazing after jumping up and down for an hour.

Long live Gwen.

Robin Thicke @ Koko in Camden... and Pharrell!

Saw Robin Thicke @ Koko in Camden last Thursday.

Scores for the night:

1 - The gig was @ Koko, one of the most gorgeous venues on this side of the coast.

2 - Robin Thicke was soul and honey, all in one drink.

3 - PHARRELL came on!!!

TPN

TPN = Twin Peaks Night

Twin Peaks is a cult series from the early 1990s, made alive by David Lynch.

A scored DVD Set 1, with episosed 1 to 4. So last Wednesday night, A and I jump on the couch everytime Laura Palmer's mom comes on screen.

So blimmin' terrifying it is totally engrossing.

Done in the 90s, Twin Peaks details the lives of the denizens of a little town called, you guessed it, Twin Peaks. 10 mins into it you realise that in this seemingly small town with normal, nice people, every single person is a little eff-ed up.

The real world is totally unlike TP. Totally not. I think?

Metra, Leicester Square

The New Yorker is in town. We head to Metra in Leicester Square, which was surprisingly full at 10pm. Londoners sure start partying early.

New York gets totally sloshed, vomiting by our shoes. This is after taking a shot of Canada. Bad photos are taken. Hugs and kisses fly all over.

Can't wait for hungover yum cha tomorrow morn... I mean, afternoon... I mean, late afternoon...

Guanabara is Brazil in London

Some places you enter, make you feel like you are in a whole different continent. Guanabara makes you feel like you are in the middle of a club in Brazil. Like that scene in City of God.

Everyone looks Brazilian (except us).

Everyone dances like their feet's on fire.

Every girl has nice legs.

Every guy has good moves.

Every night in London is every night remembered.

Ladyboyz @ Mango Tree London

We were @ Ladyboyz this evening, the tranny beauty competition, held at Mango Tree each year. I love the way they quiver their lips when they lip sync. And boy, would I give for those legs.

All in all it's been one of the weirdest weekends I've had in London so far.

After Ladyboyz we headed to C-town for some DMCs (deep, meaningful conversations). A pretty sweet way to end your weekend if you asked me.

TG

Censored.

World Press Photo @ Royal Festival Hall, London

Was at the World Press Photo exhibition with Canada on Saturday afternoon, and once again saw more photographs of the war, of death, of pain and suffering. Is that all that is newsworthy these days? 98% of the news is bad news.

So freakin sick of it. We didn't stay long, didn't agree with it. There are pros to displaying pain and suffering, such as enlightening the wider society on what is going on in far parts of the world. But the photos we saw on Saturday did not portray that. All I saw were pictures trying to win awards. Surely they could do better than that.

Warhol vs. Banksy

Who wins? Andy Warhol, pop icon of the 20th century, and the underground graffiti artist known only as Banksy.

Last Saturday we headed to the Warhol vs Banksy exhibition at The Hospital.

Andy Warhol, famous for his works of Campbell Soup cans, Marilyn Monroe, Edie Sedgwick of Factory Girl. Famous for shooting a film that lasted hours and hours, of him n*ked.

Banksy, famous for his left-wing, anti-est*bl*shm*nt, anti-gov*rnm*nt graffiti art, sculptures and hanging up his works himself, at The Met (NY), Tate (London), Museum of Modern Art (NY).

Both artists have some things in common. Their works leaves an imprint in our minds in some way. Their works are recognisable from miles and miles away.

The question was asked, Warhol vs. Banksy. Who will make a more lasting impression in modern day society? PLEASE ADD A COMMENT, I would really like to hear what you think!

Brick Lane + Baking = Happy Day

Did the vintage hunt today after an awesome brunch @ Providores, the closest thing in London that you would get to a NZ Sunday brunch on Ponners Rd.

Scored some good finds on Brick Lane, then headed over to a gf's place to do some home-baked chocolate chip cookies. Dropped some off at my neighbours' place, wondering if they would have any. Who knows, I could be a psycho b*nny b*iler. Well 12 seconds later I get a knock on my door. It's Flat no.9 with a half eaten cookie in hand and smile on face. Sweet as!

SouthWestFour, Clapham Common

SouthWestFour, another dance event of sweaty people jumping around with their tops off.

It was already a sweltering 28 degrees (Celcius... er... that's 82 degrees in Fahrenheit for the Americanos). 28 degrees is fine on a normal day. Blimmin' marvelous if you ask me. But if you were in a tent with no ventilation, a few hundred other people that was jumping around, sweating off their faces, you pretty much want to pass out then and there so you wouldn't have to mentally endure the torture of being hot and so not bothered.

Also if you add to the fact that your mate, had his ex gf there who was throwing evils all around town, you would want to be out of there too.

Gordon Ramsay @ Claridges

For Dee's bday we went to Claridges, one of Gordon Rams outfits.

Apparently one of the best restaurants in London, Michelin-starred, with a waiting list for a table 3 months long. So you'd think it would be good. Divine. Amazing. Flawless.

Who am I to critique?

(Whisper: It was quite a-v-e-r-age).

When a chef is passionate about the food he is preparing, you can sense it when you taste it. I didn't feel no passion that Saturday afternoon did you?

G-A-* Bar, Soho London

Had more fun in G-A-* Bar tonight than in crusty Mayfair clubs.

I love Whitney.

Oooh... Wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody
Yeah... wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me.

Closer Than Ever

Went along to my mate's play last Friday, called Closer Than Ever.

He was brilliant as always, and after the show we hung around the theatre with other theatre peeps. Reminds me so much of us, we were just like that.

"Do you miss it?"... One gulp to answer. Yea.

Hyde Park, London

Was a beautiful day yest, so was hanging out with my mate in Hyde Park, a treasure.

Then headed to Queensway for some really good Chinese. I told my mate, who is local Chinese, that I'd take him to Canton Cafe in Auckland, for 10/10 Chinese food! A bit too far for a long weekend though, so maybe on my next trip home...

In the evening we headed to the Great Eastern Dining Rooms in Shoreditch where we (they) had flaming Sambucas and this guy nearly had his lip set on fire by his girl. Def not to be tried at home.

Headed to Soho to meet our other friends and ended up staying at the Lazy Dog Lounge till... yea.