Wardrobe's open, tomorrow's outfit is picked, and apparently I'm the last thing on the hanger. Getting dressed can wait a bit longer, don't you think?
Wardrobe's open, tomorrow's outfit is picked, and apparently I'm the last thing on the hanger. Getting dressed can wait a bit longer, don't you think?
There's a whole convoy of Ectos parked up at the Red Dragon Centre today and obviously I'm going. My version of the uniform fits a bit different than the lads' though. Who you gonna call?
Cardiff Bay's already dressed up like a ghost train — cobwebs on every railing and lanterns still lit. Not another soul out here yet. You'd keep me warm on this walk, wouldn't you?
Cardiff went all out for Halloween tonight and I'm home with the fangs still in. The dress was never going to survive the whole night. Want to see what's left?
New horror game out tonight and naturally I'm playing it with every light off, because I clearly hate myself. The jump scares are hitting and so is the view from down here. Come sit through the scary bits with me?
New Final Fantasy landed and breakfast in bed has quietly become a full campaign. The duvet lost, I'm just committed. Come take the other side?
Yes, I'm going to see Westlife and I won't be taking questions. Pre-show wine is poured and the good bra made the cut. You'd scream every word with me, wouldn't you?
Two Halloween parties already circled in my calendar and the costume box is officially open. Devil horns felt like the obvious place to start. Too much or not enough — be honest?
Last night of Sŵn and I'm trading the wristband queue for the Night Market instead — street food and DJs on a balcony sound like my kind of Saturday. The skirt made its decision before I did. Tell me what I'm eating first?
Cardiff's got three different nights fighting over me and only one of these is coming home. This one's winning so far. Think it survives past midnight?