New balls please…and a brain while you’re at it!

Suffering from writers block is very annoying. Or indeed article block as the case may be. The Fudge bar I have just consumed seems to have made no difference to my brain. Perhaps the solution is red wine, especially as I have a handy bottle sitting on my desk. This weekend I am heading to Henley for the Royal Regatta. First held in 1839, it has taken place every year since (except during the two World Wars). My old school Boater will for once not stand out, but fit in. And tonight I am off to play tennis in Wimbledon…Park that is. I hope to make an appearance at the actual Wimbledon tomorrow evening. Jelly Beans, Pimm’s and Pizza; here I come. 

Oh what a night...

If you’re sitting comfortably then I’ll begin. The weather was dire. Kate and I were in Fort William for the weekend and had spent most of the day up Ben Nevis getting soaked. To cheer ourselves up we thought we would consume some wine with our meal that evening. A glass turned into a bottle and on leaving the ‘Grog and Gruel’ we posed by the statue of their pig. Cool. Hearing music, we followed it down some steps into to a snooker haunt. After purchasing one of my new favourite drinks, Amaretto and Coke (A+C) we proceeded to break their Juke Box. After failing to revive it we made a speedy exit. We had eaten in the ‘Ben Nevis Bar’ the night before, and so headed back in that direction. We were in luck. Saturday was karaoke night. After another A+C each we hit the mic. ‘Don’t Stop, Believing’, went down as a massive hit…even if our singing had a lot to live up to, our dancing (which was worse) made up for it. The Hen Do girls were very enthusiastic…and soon stood up with a single of their own. While waiting for another drink, an Irish bloke, Tom, asked if we would help him out. The youngest member of their group, Daniel (21) apparently needed some persuasion to stand up and sing, basically we had to flirt. Heads held high, Kate and I took on the challenge. And succeeded. 10 minutes later ‘Mack the Knife’ was being sung, very well I might add, by the checked shirt guy. Because of this we became honouree group members and were offered many drinks. This lead to yet another Rosie and Kate number…which I don’t remember singing. Though I do remember that the Hen Do ladies joined in, and we must have been jumping as their fluffy headbands were bobbing away. The night ended with a group of us jigging on the dance floor, replicating some moves from the can-can and falling into a Rhododendron bush. Sadly, there were no beans in sight. 

On the road again...

After determinedly telling myself not to let work take over my life, I realise from the lack of blogging it already has. Also, from the pre-stress of work I forgot to talk about beans full stop in my last post. Outrageous I know.  At the moment I am trying to organise a Fashion Shoot for the new skiwear that will come out later this year. Now equipped with two photographers, a stylist, an assistant, and the Fashion Editor I just need to get hold of four models… I’m not sure that blank backdrops or lifeless clothes will cut it, for the advertisers or the readers. Since the half-marathon I seem to have developed a slight vendetta against running. Perhaps it was seeing pictures of myself taken during the event where my light pink top had become rather dark, my face looked like a red balloon and my straw-coloured hair clashed horribly with both. Grabbing the chance my Mum has since hired me as a part time stable cleaner, garden weeder and occasional tennis player. To get my ‘runner beans’ back I am joining in with a running club tonight. With five miles considered a piece of cake by the pros it’s going to prove an interesting evening. Or just an uneventful one if I don’t make it. 

The life of Rosie, not Riley...

June brings a new month, the Queen’s Jubilee and my job. Although the magazine can stress me out and take over, I still rather enjoy it. And anything that means I can put something into my now empty travel pot is great. Vietnam, here I come. The last few months have been wonderful. From the adventures in Jamaica, to skiing in Sweden and finishing it off with the Half Marathon in Edinburgh, there was never a dull moment. Especially when the shape of the medals given out on completing the race caused some controversy. Looking at mine now, I can see why the Scotsman wrote, ‘held in a certain way...it suddenly looks startlingly like the Kintyre peninsula or, more bluntly, a tacky souvenir from a raucous hen party.’ However, if that was supposed to put me off the slightly mad pink-feathered celebration, it failed. Since being back in the real world my work inbox is 4,000 emails lighter, on the other hand, my calendar is now however many meetings, events and interns heavier.  Still I will keep up the jogging, blogging and perhaps add something else into the mix. Lacrosse anyone?