Vogue's fashion playground.

Vogue like to host events in partnership with The Village in Westifield White City every so often. I've been lucky to attend a few times now and the other night, I found myself there, yet again, with many other happy shoppers, sipping on free champagne and cocktails.

After one-too-many vodka cocktails later, I was busy enjoying the circus themed fashion playground event, which differed from the previous year. Contort and mime artists, magicians, circus performers, fortune tellers and jugglers surrounded and performed for everybody most of the night. There was a circus atmosphere with little touches and wonderful freebies such as the mini-burgers which were absolutely delicious, candy floss, popcorn, ice-cream, carousal horses and balloons.

Each store in The Village participates in the event. You are able to shop (champagne in hand) and some stores even offer great discount offers for the night; Ballantyne, Aquascutum, Furla, Zadig & Voltair, The Kooples, Toywatch (to name but a few) and wonderful prizes.

There was a photobooth in Pal Zileri and a Vogue photoshoot to do with friends to see what you would look like on the cover of Vogue!

The girls and I with Alexandra Burke.

It was a wonderful evening filled with fashion, fun and freebies. What more could a girl as for? It makes that shopping trip much more special and exciting. 

Plus it is always fun to do some celebrity 

spotting. Look out for other Vogue events like these, held at The Village in Westfield, as it is free but exclusive to certain readers.

Hopefully see you at the next one!

Love and hate sex.

"Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power." Oscar Wilde.

To be honest I could write about sex all day. The thought of sex, the thought of not having sex, the act of sex, the act of not having sex, bad sex, good sex, never having sex, having sex all of the time... Oh, the list goes on. Sex, sex, sex. Even when you say it backwards 'xes' it sounds the same. There is no escaping it.

One thing I want to briefly say on the subject of sex today is, though there are different ways of having sex (and I'm not just speaking of positions), I mean ending up in that situation in the first place. Dating to have sex, lying to have sex, getting into a relationship to have sex, doing nothing but just having sex anyway...

I do want to say there are two distinct types of sex which some people have not focused on or thought of before. One is love-sex and one is hate-sex. I do not mean a 'love-hate' relationship as that is slightly different. This is referring more to the sex itself.

Love-sex is simple. You are in love with someone and they are in love with you or you are falling in love with them... You are in a relationship and the sex or 'making love' is pure, beautiful and oh just lovely.

Hate-sex is not the complete opposite of love-sex though the words 'love'/'hate' might lead you to believe so. What I mean by hate sex is that you hate this person or more likely, you'd love to hate this person; but you just can't. You either hate them so much, or you hate yourself, because you can't get away. Either way you are hating. You hate being sexually attracted to someone, who is either horrible to you or so repulsive, either in looks and/or personality, that you do not want to be in a love-sex relationship with them or you cannot because they do not want you like that. You would never consider them as a friend or someone you can relate to in your everyday life, but in the bedroom, the chemistry is present and you find this ugly, hatred and angry sex quite literally ticks off your buttons and you hate that you love this sex. Maybe you wanted a relationship with this person, but it just could not work, yet you can't help but still love the sex. Maybe the sex is wrong/taboo, so again this is why you hate it, but at the same time, this is what makes it exciting.

This can also be post-break up sex, you now hate this person and everything about them disgusts you, as they have hurt you so much or is the initial reason why you split up, yet the sex is still amazing, if not more amazing. It could be that they lie to you or even that they're in another relationship... Or you just cannot see yourself loving and being in a relationship with that someone, yet there you are, undressing them. One night stands, fuck buddies and so forth come under this category.

Men might disguise feelings to not get into a relationship with the girl, as being a commitment phobe, just enjoying the bachelor lifestyle and/or not being ready yet. But normally they just hate the thought of you being the last woman they sleep with or you're just not the only one they want to sleep with. Maybe you're annoying, not funny, cannot hold a conversation, talk too much, ask too many questions, boring, a psycho, a stupid female, gold digger, a whore, a bitch, there's no-one else available, but hey hoe, you're a vagina and he wants to have sex with you, but just doesn't want to cuddle or want you to stay (unless it's for round two)...

Women might pretend and force loving feelings to exist, but in reality they just want to have sex with you, as there is an attraction, however big or small it may be, but they hate the idea of being with you forever. You being the father of her children and introducing you to her family and friends is embarrassing and laughable. You might be ugly, not have a decent job, think you're funny but you're not, can't dress for shit, short, fat, stupid, her friends detest you, maybe you're a whore, a chav, you treat her like shit. The reasons are endless but hey hoe, she does not want to change her Facebook relationship status to be with you, she just wants your penis to be in her.

If you are reading this and you do not fall into either category I.e you're not in a loving relationship but you do not hate the person you are sleeping with, then you are either a) delusional b) you're one of the reasons above (sorry but hey hoe...) c) unaware of the love perhaps not yet discovered or d) have mediocre feelings and therefore you are somewhere in-between. If you are d) I feel sorry for you. Mediocre feelings normally equals mediocre sex, clearly they are not shaking you to the core and you are just sailing away. Once you stumble across love or hate sex you will leave mediocre sex and settle for that instead. Trust me.

Hate and angry sex does not necessarily mean it is bad sex. Sometimes that wild ugly passion is a huge turn on and makes you do crazy shit. Don't forget, it is sex after all and well that's just great, but hopefully for your benefit, you settle for love sex, because you are guaranteed to have it more often. 

Oh and you might just live happily ever after too.  

Men have radar.

I'm starting to seriously believe in my old age and with the philosophical wisdom that I have acquired over the years (ha). That men have a sixth sense of some sort. A magical power that I think is a bizarre kind of radar. I am only basing this on my own personal life (I can be self-conceited seen as this is my own Blog) and my friends' lives.

Whenever I am single, lonely and longing for attention. My phone is DEAD. Nothing. Not a peep, ping, pitter, patter or phone call. Silence. I do not exist. I am a nobody, in no-man's land (pun intended). You know when you constantly look at your phone or imagine and could bet your life that you heard and/or felt your phone vibrate and check it to see but there is nothing? Yea that. Those typical romantic comedies where the (pathetic) woman checks her answer phone and 'no new messages' is said in such a condescending tone. You become so bored that you play games on your phone, look through old messages, contacts that you'll never actually contact. If you have BBM or WhatsApp you look at photos, statuses and may message people, as you're that bored, but really you're just hoping that special someone contacts you first.

You see your phone flash red (well I do as I have a Blackberry) and get excited that they've messaged you but then you see it's actually an e-mail from some sort of SPAM or a SMS from your Mother, telling you not to forget you're baby-sitting on Friday night, as you have no plans. Or you do actually get someone other than your mum messaging you and though it may be interesting and funny with what they're saying and they are making plans with you on the weekend (so much for baby-sitting) you still have that sunken feeling that it's not him messaging you. How annoying, that two or more people messaging you (even if they are guys), are not equivalent to that one. You may change a status/photo to attract some attention which may or may not work but this is also sad.

Those people that change their status to 'busy' and/or a picture with a black icon like some emo shit. I have never understood and have come close to deleting these people. If you're THAT busy you wouldn't have time to change it to BUSY and you're just being an attention-seeking annoying cunt, with the black photo, so someone can ask you what is wrong but oh yea, you can't reply because you're so FUCKING BUSY. (Random rant I know but I had to vent there sorry).

But here is the radar theory... As soon as you're not single or you're genuinely busy with life your phone does not stop. Phone is flashing red like someone is having a heart attack but you can barely check the phone and you take an age to reply which angers people (excuse them, you have a life now). Ex's or males, who are suddenly interested, are bombarding you with messages and you have absolutely no interest what-so-ever.

WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE WERE SINGLE AND BORED ENOUGH TO SLIT OUR WRISTS?! It is like your nose twitches and you can smell that we're now taken and happy, so you want to pest and bother us. Perhaps it is a want what you can't have, or suddenly we have become desirable, SOD's law some of you may call it, or some guys actually know you're in a relationship and just want to fuck with your head, for their own ego boost, so they can brag 'yea this bitch has a new man but still wants me' (seriously what is wrong with these men?) Whatever it is.. I call it a radar. Ex's are especially good with this radar even if they are unaware of it and it just happens to be timing, chance and coincidence. It's like they don't give a fuck all that time but then their radar goes off and WOAH. The girl is happy without me, let's go fuck up her life, mess it up and see what happens...

I'm not saying girls do not have this radar because we do as well. You boys may not call it this but may suffer from something similar. Perhaps you're not crying to Toni Braxton, whilst praying that your phone flashes red (not that I judge you, if you were), but you may be hanging out with your friends and they may be going on about some 'chick' (or chicks in some cases) and you either a) remain quiet b) lie c) mention the past. For the time being, there are no girls on the scene and you may be unbothered by it but let's not lie, you like and miss the attention and if you were getting some on a regular basis, you're also missing that.

Yet, just like how it happens to us girls, as soon as you get one girl you like who likes you and it could just be the early days of flirtation or even something more serious... Regardless of what it is (I'm not asking you to define it to me- calm down)... As soon as you do receive that attention, all of a sudden, you are bombarded with girls and you don't know what the hell to do with your life. Suddenly your James Bond and you probably think you're a 'playa' (please) but do you guys not find this strange; like how I do? Where were all these girls when there was no-one? It's like something has slightly changed that we're unaware of or maybe because we are receiving that attention, we have that air of confidence/ego boost and are starting to realise these things more or we have suddenly become more appealing. I still have not worked out why or how this radar works... 

Now, if you are already taken and are receiving attention, there's one thing like accepting it as a compliment and ego boost and perhaps a SLIGHT flirtation; nothing more. But there's another thing with getting ahead of yourself and being inappropriate, whilst trying to have your cake and eat it too. Because sooner or later you'll be back to square one. Alone. Checking your phone every five seconds. Crying to Adele. Ordering Take Out every night. Cleaning out your room and organising all of your paper work. Checking your phone again. No red flash. Not even a fucking cake to eat... Or too (whatever that means). Nothing.