Chance – A Moral Dilemma

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  1. You find £100,000 in cash in a bag on an empty street in the middle of the day. Do you:
  2. a)    Hand the money over to the police
  3. b)    Take £50,000 of the cash for yourself and give the rest to charity
  4. c)     Keep £70,000 of the cash for yourself and hand the remaining money to the police station
  5. d)    Keep all of the cash for yourself and never tell anyone

 

Introducing Chance –  a new psychological thriller. Starring? Your morals.
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Kung Fu Courthouse

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I did  Kung Fu in an old courthouse. Correction; an old, haunted, courthouse. A friend of mine has bought this historic building, Old Sessions House, in Farringdon, and it’s about to become a wine bar, restaurant, roof top pool terrace, food court; place I wanna be! I got a grand tour of the building on Saturday, and seeing as my friend is a bit of a Kung Fu aficionado, we busted some moves (I still have bruises on my legs) in the area where the judges used to eat, feast, gossip. We also meditated, sang some country songs and talked about Tantra camps in India (how is this not on everyone’s travel itinerary?) Continue reading

Sexy Valentine’s @ Blakes

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For Valentine’s Day, I mean (you are so dirty! Behave!)

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Perfect Skin Season

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Bad skin and I? We don’t mix. Ever. Wanna know one of my many, many, skincare secrets? Regular facials! Read on for YOUR SPECIAL OFFER on a QMS facial 🙂 

Yesterday, I went to a pretty fabulous facial. Below are pictures following the procedure kind of step by step. I normally don’t post this kind of selfish selfie cavalcade, but you know, in the interest of good skin, I’ll make an exception. There are absolutely no filters, no edits and NO MAKEUP in ANY of the photos Continue reading

Midsummer


P1100630The most idyllic of feasts, Midsummer, was upon us once again last Friday. My wonderful cousin Louise and her man decided to organise a supremely awesome lunch in their garden, in order to honour the sacred tradition of drinking copious amounts of Snaps and slurring singing Snaps-Songs. Traditionally, a May-Pole (pretty much a giant phallic shaped pole) is… erected, and danced around. We didn’t have any such pole, but figured those who really wanted to could perhaps head to one of London’s more sophisticated strip clubs Continue reading

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