Bloody Hell, I'm Late!

Hello blogosphere,

So much time flown. Still, I've spent a raging summer indoors and now have a Masters Degree and a distinction to show for it. Yay the Wigmore.

However, your congratulations are the chittering of pigeons and peasants to me. I have but one question to ask of you blogosphere:

WHAT THE FRICK SHALL I WEAR TO THE EMMYS?

I've left it little late what with them being on another continent, starting about now and me being in Norwich in a brown cardigan. Still, the helicopter is warming up, Rachel Zoe is making me a 'special' smoothie, I have access to style.com and important decisions have to be made. Which? which which?

Supa-tough rotting goth Spectacularrrr

by Meadham Mirchoff?

Dark hands on Dynasty side-boob by Proenza Schouler?


My armpit bleeds for no-one but you
by Modernist?


I'm blocking James Spader's view of the stage
by Christian Siriano?

Lilac simplicity with giant lion head
by Josh Goot/ Nagi Noda (RIP)?

Fuck it. We all know I'm wearing the monkey dress.

Christopher Kane, you rock my world. This dress has been all over the blogosphere but I don't care. I'm just so glad we're all on the same page. Frankly, I'll be bitterly disappointed if I wake up tomorrow to find that the Emmy red carpet ISN'T crowded with perfect hair, shiny teeth and damn dirty apes.

I don't care if you're Creationist or Richard Dawkins - it's hot and it's right now.

Anyway, goodnight, it's good to be back and gooooooooo Mad Men! Yay 30 Rock! (and nominate Battlestar Galatica next year, wouldya?)

Love,
Becky.