At the end of the day, you finish work and the only thing you want to do is go home, take off your bra and chill the fuck out. What is wrong with that?
Sex education. Now. Where shall I begin? Not with Hollywood – that’s for sure.
Working your ass off to reach that next milestone on your social media. Posting multiple times a day, liking dozens upon dozens of photos and commenting on every Tom, Dick and Harry’s account just to get your account noticed. It is hard work, and I realised… it doesn’t have to be.
Now. This seems to be a bit of a tough topic when I discuss this with friends and family. But let’s just tackle this one together.
Whilst sitting in a VIP Booth – at a club night launch – I sipped on a glass of Passoa, whilst singing along to Girls Aloud and 5ive with my friend Amey, when we suddenly realised that not only were we probably the oldest guests there, we were pretty much the only ones following the traditional rules of club dress codes and it got me wondering – what has happened to club standards when it comes to dress codes?