a run in with the cheeky girls, a randy cab driver and far too much champagne - where shall i begin?

i can honestly say that i’ve just experienced a weekend like no other. it began with a trip down oxford street where i decided to pop into the new primark that had just opened, not because i wanted to buy anything but just because i was intruiged as to what all of the fuss was about. big mistake. for those of you who are priveliged enough to not know what primark is, it’s basically a low priced clothing store. to my horror, not only was it full of smelly people just like the normal primark stores, due to it’s size, there were more smelly people and the queues went on for literally miles. never before have i been in a store and had my feet swept up with the rubbish. nice.

to make up for the drama, we decided to go to harvey nics for a glass of champagne. it’s fair to say i felt much more at home there and could have stayed there for hours - i love nothing more than people watching, working out who were the regulars and which people were tourists who came in just to be able to go home with a harvey nics receipt to leave on the side for their friends to see.

we decided eventually that we should make our way back to the hotel to get ready for the evening. as we got out of the lift on the ground floor we were faced by two stern looking girls who refused to move out of our way. not only did i think to myself that they were really rude, they also looked familiar, but i couldn’t work out why. that was when it struck me. it was the cheeky girls.

anyone who is british will understand that these girls are purely known for the fact that they are twins and have cute butts - but certainly not for anything else - so it was quite amusing to find that they obviously thought they were better than us. (meow - I know!).

later that night we decided to head back to covent garden for dinner and more cocktails. the night started in browns with margheritas - always a good starting point. from there, i decided i was going to show off my local knowledge of london town and lead the way. the problem came in that whenever i thought something looked familiar and therefore we must have been heading in the right direction, this actually turned out to mean that we were walking another mile from where we needed to be.

having walked for miles and ended up in the middle of nowhere, we found an italian that served food and didn’t have neon lights in the window (always a good sign!) so we decided to have dinner there. as by this point we had no idea where we are, having eaten dinner we decided to head back to the hotel bar to continue the champagne cocktails.

the cab driver that picked us up was really friendly (at this point i had no idea that he was also very randy!) and was asking us about our evening. i was explaining that we had gotten completely lost and had walked miles in the process. he asked whether my feet were hurting at which point i totally and utterly humiliated myself by saying “not at the moment, but ask me in the morning”. this was a total mel-oquism, something only i could say completely innocently whilst sounding so rude to everyone else. well it’s fair to say, my friend was in stitches, i was blushing more than a tomato and he’s saying it’s the best offer that he’s had in ages.

i then have to sit in the back of the cab whilst he’s telling his pal on his mobile about the great offer that he’s had before offering to take me out - not that he thought i was easy at all!!! i’ve never been so embarrassed.

a good time was had by all though and let’s be fair, my life wouldn’t be the same if i wasn’t embarrassing myself in some way or another would it?

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