So the last time I wrote here I had lost a girlfriend and gained a fiancée. As wonderful as that moment was (and it was), we spoke about our potential wedding for days/weeks and the stress began.

Let’s take you back – we attended a beautiful wedding last year in a grand setting that was an event that simply could not be topped in grandeur and beauty – so we decided not to even try.

You hear it all the time from couples – “We didn’t have a moment to rest. It was full of stress just making sure everyone else was having a good time”.

If we were to have a wedding in the UK you can rest assured everyone would be having a good time because I’d be taking to the decks at the reception for Seb White’s Garage And Grime Power Hour™ – but an hour (even a Power Hour) doesn’t make the rest of the time stress free.

As a fan of Americana and American pop culture, there was one place that we both wanted to get married outside the UK and that was the famous Little Wedding Chapel in Las Vegas. So that’s what we’re doing.

You can find out more about the wedding (AND GIFT REGISTRY *WINK WINK*) here.

It’s a funny thing, eloping without the secrecy – there is host of other, different stresses. If people ARE coming, can we entertain them? How do you fly the dress across the world? Can you organise it all without being there, or even without local knowledge?

Having organised it all on my own (I’ve got a binder and everything) it’s been good to see how it has all come together. Considering I’ve only had to organise flights, hotels, transfers, car rental, chapel, wedding license and honeymoon – it’s been rather stressful. I don’t know how anyone organises a proper wedding.

The biggest revelation has been researching Walt Disney World – how complex it is. You have to book dining reservations 180 DAYS (yes, one hundred and eighty) before you arrive and FastPasses 60 days before – so you have to look into everything and plan your days way before you go.

For some I can see that it might ruin the magic – but as a bit of a stick in the mud at times (I didn’t wear novelty stag horns on my stag do, we met another stag do where the groom was wearing a full nurses outfit) it’s helped me get really excited. Doing the research into what’s available and how WDW do what they do to make your stay/time in the parks extra magical.

So I did all this prep in March and April, and then it was all booked up and I didn’t have to think about it. It’s not been thought about once in months, until a few days ago when the countdown reached 10 days until we leave…

OMFG – I’m getting fucking married. Fucking ring on my fucking finger.

It’s exciting and scary. It’s a scary adult thing to do. Does this mean I have to grow up now?

It’s a weird thought because I was just about to type “I get to be with the person I love for the rest of my life”, but I would have done so without the piece of paper – but this isn’t just a piece of paper. It’s a public display of my commitment and dedication to the one person in my life that means more to me than anyone else and that makes me so happy even on the shittest of shit days.

So bring it on, the next few weeks are going to be amazing. Absolutely outstanding.

31/10/15 – ∞

The Middle Finger

About 6 months ago I had a conversation with my girlfriend. FIANCÉE. with my fiancée, then-girlfriend, about getting engaged. It wasn’t stressful at all, we love each other, lived together, spent ever waking moment with each other and had no arguments (none serious enough to remember what they were about 10 minutes later, anyway). We both agreed it was the next logical step, one we were both happy with, and spoke about what she might want for a ring (aka what was definitely ugly to her) and that was that.

Then the stress began.

When people talk about getting engaged, they talk about how magical it is. How lovely it is. How cute and romantic it is. The movies and TV definitely portray that (let alone put pressure on to get it perfect).

No one ever talks about how stressful it is. How much of a ballache it is to plan and get right. You think about all the possible options… Do we go away? Do I take her out for a dead posh dinner? Do I get a mate involved, go to poundland and buy ALL of the battery operated fairy lights and batteries and set up a night time winter wonderland picnic in Hyde Park? Do I talk to my friend who does PR for the London Aquarium and see if I can propose in there whilst surrounded by tealight candles and have a singer serenade us as I get down on one knee? (Sorry for wasting your time talking to you about this Amy!).

Fuck anyone who says this shit is easy.

But it is, really easy.

There is no need to stress, no need to panic, no need to plan it to within an inch of it’s life. The truth is that as long as it happens, that’s all that matters. Did I finally get so stressed about when to do it that I tried to take the girlfriend for a ‘spontaneous’ walk down the southbank at night last weekend whilst she was ill, just because I wanted to get it over and done with? Yes. Did I? No. (Only because she wouldn’t because she was too ill.)

So how did I do it I hear you ask? Pretty simple actually. After work on a cold Tuesday night in December (aka Yesterday) I pulled my then-girlfriend to one side and said put your coat on (you’ve pulled – but that joke didn’t work because we were in our flat and you know, we’ve been dating for years). Then she started asking loads of fucking questions like “Why? Where are we going? Do I need to redo my makeup? Should I wear some nice shoes?”. CAN YOU NOT MAKE THIS EASY FOR ME? I answered with a simple “Don’t worry about any of that, just trust me, don’t ask any questions, put your coat on and come with me”.

Obviously the next 3 minutes were filled with Questions and grumpiness about not being told what was going on. MAKE THIS EASY WOMAN.

Then we finally left the flat.

A short walk away (about 50 yards) and we come to a bench. A bench outside the flat I’ve lived in for 10 years, a flat I lived in with my father, who designed the bench. A bench of which is dedicated to my father, by the community of our little estate for all the work he put in to the estate in his memory.

We sat down, and I got all soppy, said all the cliché things that didn’t sound cliché at all when I was saying them. Words that will remain private between us forever. I could tell that she didn’t know what was happening. She probably thought I was just sad about my father, or just feeling soppy.

Then it happened. I whipped it out.

After clearing up a case of indecent exposure with the police, I whipped the ring out. THE ENGAGEMENT RING.

She must have known it was coming, but we both cried and she said yes.

The Ring

Fuck me that was stressful. Wait, no it wasn’t. It wasn’t at all. It was wonderful. No stress, no fuss. Just the two of us, saying we want to make a public declaration that we intend on remaining together for the rest of our lives.

What people really don’t say when you are thinking of proposing is that it’s fucking stressful. I don’t think I could have coped if it was a full surprise. Trying to plan something so overwhelming that she’d be bamboozled into saying yes before thinking about it properly is a risk I wasn’t willing to take. I needed assurance she was going to definitely say yes before seriously thinking about it.

SO. You get engaged. What’s next? We announced on Social Media (because we’re so new age) and we’ve got over 400 interactions from people saying congrats or liking a picture of whatever – it’s overwhelming. The fiancée had to have an early night last night because it was so much so.

But we got the bus this morning and it’s exciting to have something new to think about, but we’re the same couple, still on the same life trajectory, with the same ambitions and life plans. We’ve just overshared a little and made that soppy public declaration of love.

Now we carry on, plan a wedding (I hear Don’t Tell The Bride are looking for couples of a new series) and then sign some paperwork which means we’re husband and wife. WIFE. not even FIANCÉE. WIFE.

Yeah, none of that sounds stressful.

In the meantime, if you want to see the status of our relationship, feel free to go to for no reason. You know what the status is. We’re engaged.



TL:DR; I asked a gorgeous woman to marry me, she said yes. I essentially pulled off the heist of the century.

For those that have read previous blogs/tweets of mine or are friends might know that my father passed away a couple of months ago. For the last couple months of his life he was looked after in the wonderful St Joseph’s Hospice in Hackney. They are just brilliant.

Towards the end I noticed that the hospice had put posters up advertising their upcoming event to raise money for them and the Hackney Empire called Dame Dash. Seeing this I thought it was a great way to help raise money, wear a dress and do something funny for money (as I was never one for the physical exercise.)

Since the end of August I’ve been asking for money to try reach my target of £1000. I thought I’d raise around three, maybe four hundred and never thought I’d make it to my total so stupidly said that for every £150, I’d add an inch on to the height of the heels I’d be wearing until I reached the maximum of 7″.

Thank you to everyone who gave money towards my complete humiliation, and because I managed to raise over my target goal of £1000, I wore these massive 7” heels…

Thanks for the heels,

and of course, OF COURSE, 50 yards down the road from the Hospice (I was still adjacent to it) I fell over!

After that little tumble the walk was easier, after learning not to be so cocky. The hardest part in the heels were the cobbles outside Hackney Town Hall where the finish line was located. Carnival drummers and a host of people were there to congratulate me and the other dames.

The Speaker of Hackney handed me this nifty medal! (N.B. Funny story, the Speaker of Hackney came to my father’s wake as they worked together and he was fond of my father. We spoke for a good 20 minutes. I had to tell him who I was as he didn’t recognise me en femme.)

Afterwards there was a photo call for all dames on the famous stage of the Hackney Empire. Once the official photos are released I’ll be uploading to my Facebook but until then, have a look!

I’ve heard there is a prize for best dressed and heard a rumour I might have won. If I did, it would have only been because of the ridiculously high shoes so thanks a bunch for that </sarcasm>.

But seriously, from the bottom of my heart… Thank you so much to everyone who gave to these great charities. I promise that I won’t hassle you for money for charity again (unless it’s equally silly and stupid).

The last few months has been really hard, and ever since my dad’s passed the Dame Dash has been something to work toward and I’m really happy to be able to give back to St Joseph’s Hospice who do amazing work and really supported me when I needed it as well as taking great care of my father in his last couple of months.

If you haven’t donated, you still can! Just because the event has taken place already shouldn’t stop you. if you’ve enjoyed seeing my complete public humiliation then please click here to give money. Please.


So my first try at being a proper blogger HAS to be a #WIWT, or a ‘What I Wore Today’ post. So here is what I wore (and am wearing) today:


from top to bottom:
HAT – Primark (£3)
SHIRT – Burton (£25)
TSHIRT – Primark Atmosphere (£6)
JEANS – Peacock (£15)
SNEAKS – Converse (£36)
WATCH: Amazon (£12)

One of the biggest victories of this outfit was the fact that I found the tshirt in the women’s section of Primark (I wasn’t just there, I was following @kleebelle about). It’s a size 20 and fits perfectly! If you’re a bit of a chubby guy and love coca-cola as much as I do then know that I normally wear an XXL tshirt and it fits perfectly – so start wearing women’s clothing now. Wait, what?

Another gem from this that you might not see very well is my watch. I’ve wanted a Mondaine watch for years and years. I feel in love with them after seeing one in a magazine as a child. I don’t know about you but I don’t want to spend £300 on a watch. The way my brain works, it tells me that it’s half of a return to New York. So I scoured the internet for a lookalike and after months, found one. It’s currently sold out on Amazon (the only place I can find it online) but I love it and for only £12? Yes please.

The last detail of this outfit is the hat. I don’t usually do woolly hats, more of a snapback kind of guy, but I do love this hat. It’s warm, and the little details on it are lovely.


I can see me wearing variations of this outfit over the next few weeks until it becomes properly cold and a winter jacket has to be bought.

Hello there! It’s been a while. 10 months seems like ages.

Before that it was ages as well. I don’t know why but life has always gotten in the way and I’ve always been so busy writing blogs for other people, brands and companies that I’ve always neglected mine. No longer.

My father recently died and I’ve not got many pictures of him. I don’t know as much as I’d like about his life before I arrived and it’s a shame. I think if he had a blog, I’d read through it. I might do a blog post about the last couple of months in my life, I might not, but I think that having this kind of diary could be invaluable to someone in the future. Pretty niché audience I’m now writing for, but hey. FINE, I won’t just write for my future children/grand children. I’ll make it accessible and all that.

I’ve also been dating my wonderful partner Klee. She’s pretty darn cool and blogs which is another reason for me to start again. It seems like fun, doing outfit posts and blogging about life – so I’m going to get in on the act.

See you about,