WHAT WOULD DAGNY DO?
After a "coffee" with Ellen on Wednesday evening that turned into two bottles of wine I happily walked home through the London night. As I got into my flat I didn't think that my tipsy state was that obvious, but when I tucked into a pack of Philadelphia cheese Ise suddenly froze, pointed at me and shouted "YOU'RE DRUNK!" while Fran tried to take photos at the same time for evidence. Good times.
Anyway, the crux: when I woke up on Thursday morning, feeling a bit.... out of shape, I realised that ah, yes, I'm going to Peterborough today and need to look like a fresh breeze, effortlessly chic Kate Middleton style. So how exactly do you make that happen? Well, when in a situation like this you have to think "what would Dangy do?" Dagny is the expert. So I realised that Dagny would have bought a Powerade. So I bought one too. Dagny would probably have wanted italian food for lunch, but since that wasn't an option I had sausage, eggs and two oranges and juice for breakfast (screw the nuts and seeds for now) went to get a pedicure, packed tons of clothes that I probablt won't even need but just in case, and got burger king for lunch at King's Cross. All done. Thanks Dags, Powerade really DOES work!
