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Leopard print Lynch

{gifted jacket from ebay, hobbs blouse, chazzer shazzer skirt, m&s sunnies and sandals, orla kiely bag}

As I ran down the road in this outfit last week – come on, I didn’t run! Ha!, I was walking at a pace – to get some coconut water. Oh you better believe I have been sucked into that shit! I’m all over it like a tabloid scandal on a premiership footballer.  Affairs with family aside, I was fast walking and I caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window.  Staring back at me was not the stylish, young freak that I thought I had dressed that morning, but I saw Bet Lynch holding a carton of super hydrating flavoured aqua.

Although her blouse was no doubt Itv budget polyester {mine is, of course, silk woven by angels} and her nails stuck on with a glue gun, that shine mixed with a splash of rockin’ pink and her trademark leopard print  made me feel not ashamed but proud to be representing a northern barmaid who used to be married to a small bald man.  Hey! Haven’t we all been there?  That night Tim and I headed off to The Zetter townhouse for cocktails and bad service. Before we entered a very helpful doorman, from The Zetter hotel, led us round the corner to our destination and commented on our ‘costumes’.  I smiled at the Eastern Europeon, thanked him and wondered if he too was a fan of Julie Goodyear’s.

Posted in Chazzer Shazzer chic, Outfit city

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