I was wrong.
Not warned by the fact that the show itself isn’t of a great standard, nor by the fact the group of women who produce it seem unable to take a decent group photo, I forked out €20 for the promise of lots of beauty goodies and fashion galore.
I can sum it up with the following sentence:
Fake Tan, Roysh?
I swear it was D4-city: population, Oompa-Loompas et Moi!
The visiting women were horribly OTT. Heels and hats everywhere …I felt decidely poor.
Oh, and I got one lame-ass goodie bag from from some fashion supplement in some Sunday newspaper.
Littlewoods were the fashion highlight.
Although I did spot some Chupi …just a pity it’s not my style.
Oh whatdya know …I did get a full post out of the horror that was the mere 20 minutes I could spend in the RDS.
On a lighter, brighter note, my weekend cinema-going was a roaring success.
Coraline is just pure gorgeous and was pretty scary despite its PG rating!
Wolverine was also amazing and completely surpassed the third X-Men installment!
So there you go!