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I like Whistles in the same way I like French Connection, but I find Whistles a little less heavy handed, a little more thoughtful and definitely more understated (especially with their advertising, seriously FC ditch the assault and never advertise on Spotify again). So, I’ve got to go to what I think will be a pretty chilled out wedding in August and I’m thinking Whistles is the way to go. I’m in love with the first dress.

goes my heart. Condor Potenza. Quickens the pace, right?

I just think it’s pretty.

Yea, what’s not to like? I am in love. With some blogs. Some animal blogs. Blogs where little animals look cute, and I defy anyone not to love them too. (Admittedly the bunny blog can often be freaky as opposed to cute, but hey, bunnies are animals too.)

So, if you have a heart and you want it to pulse with the exhaling of ‘Ahhhhhs’, ‘Awwwwwws’, and ‘Ohhhhhs’, then these are for you:

The Daily Puppy
The Daily Bunny

Yo, did you know you can win the amazing The Vamoose necklace on a giveaway from Westervin? Well, you do now. Hmmm, I think I talk about The Vamoose too much, but this is the first time I’ve mentioned Westervin, but I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last.

Enter here

Because I like this and because Monday is generally not a day full of likes.

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Seriously, I lost bad. Real bad. If you want to see a film where the girl is a philanthropic thicko who fucks up everyone’s life then ‘Dear John’ is for you. She’s like Florence Nightingale but only if Florence was dropped on her head when she was a baby and part of her brain shut up shop while the another part went mad, philanthropically mad.

So, synopsis:
Soldier on leave meets what’sherface girl at beach, they hit it off (cue lots of lifting her up, gazing at the little moon, eye-watering and some punching). Then he goes to war and she goes to school but they keep writing to each other over the year (this is 9/11 time but her fashion styling is bang on 2009/10). She is a girl who builds houses for hurricane victims, hangs out with autistic kids and rides horses – she doesn’t drink, smoke or swear but she tells us she has vices (yep, she’s a mental case). So, long story short he loves her, she loves him, he is doing war stuff for longer than initially thought, she dumps him and marries cancer suffering friend and becomes mother to his autistic son, he gets shot, his dad dies, he is at war for fucking years and then he comes home to bury his dad and goes to meet her – she cries about how hard her life is (she dumped him, his dad died, he gets shot, he inhabits war-torn countries for years) but her life is a mess because he stayed at war. So, he still loves her, ends up making an anonymous donation which allows her to take care of her dying husband in his last few months, while he goes back to war. Cancer guy dies, he comes back from war and they look at each other through a cafe window. The end. (Thank fuck.) THIS IS NOT ‘THE NOTEBOOK’. Not even close. Also, at the end he’s locking up a seriously girly bicycle, like an Electra Cruiser.

That’s it. It’s shit.

Or, as I said to Janey, because watching these kinds of films is the girl equivalent of getting a kicking a la ‘Fight Club’. And we all need a good kicking from time to time.

So, does that mean I lose, or I win? Let’s find out…

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