YADI YADI YADI

I freaking L.O.V.E. this woman.  Around a year ago I went to a night called Play All the Things, a regular, London based, not quite open mic night run by To Kill a King (a ridiculously awesome band that I'll be posting on in the near future) and the beautiful creature that is Yadi was performing.

It became clear about 10 seconds into her opening song that I was doomed. Doomed to purchase every EP, single, album and demo I could get my hands on.

Not So Naughty Noms.

Rice Cakes.

The epitome of jibe inducing food. The second you whip out a rice cake near another human being you can practically see the thoughts forming... 'oooh looks like someone's on a diet!' 

Shove off love... what if I just happen to really like rice cakes? Eh?

N.V.A.A. Nail Varnish Addicts Anonymous. Does this exist? It bloomin' well needs to! I have a serious problem. I cant freakin' help myself I swear! I just have to have the ever so slightly paler shade of blue, that shimmer top coat with three different sized gold flecks not two and I most definitely couldn't live without that nude that's nearly identical to the nude I already own but look at the brush... that brush is way better than the other brush... it'll be easier... a time save... aaaaaaand oops. CHECKOUT.

THE ULTIMATE Over the Shoulder Boulder Holder

FUNBAGS. BAZOOMAS. HOOTERS. BOOBS.

I know that for many women, these supposed objects of desire are actually a huge source of bodily dissatisfaction. Too small, too big, wait is that one bigger than the other one? Why the hell is there a hair coming out of my nipple!?!!! You know the drill.