On my last day of high school, my principal read his rewrite of the classic story Oh. The Places You’ll Go! to include the names and quirks of our graduating class. Considering there were only 16 of us, this was an easier task than you might anticipate. When he got to my turn, he gave me a serve.
Oh look, here comes Megan Kate. Head in the clouds, she’s always late.
I’ve mostly worked on my issues with punctuality, but that doesn’t quite extend to the newsletter. Failing to prepare? You better believe that’s preparing to fail. I am finishing this before making a dash to the airport. Over a 31 hour journey, I will be living through 31 October twice as I make my way back to the UK. Flight or fright? Honey, I chose both!
Uhhhhhhhh. Ok. Let’s get this over with. In every conceivable way.
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Jacob Elordi’s airport lewk
I always feel a little disappointed in myself when I realise that I’ve fallen into the trap of a Hollywood Hunk, but I must say, Jacob Elordi, I have recently found myself quite fond of you. With his humongous body and his handsome face, I fear I’ve caught Elordi Fever. And it’s terminal!
It’s his style. He is so well dressed that it’s genuinely hard to believe he’s from Queensland. Even if I don’t love every item of clothing he wears, everything fits his gargantuan frame so immaculately that it’s hard not to feel a little pitter patter in my sweet heart.
Here he is, dwarfing everything at Sydney airport, fitted TF out.
Beautiful. Not bad for a Nudgee boy.
Canberra
After six days in Canberra, I have to say, I have fostered a strange kinship with the city. It’s completely enigmatic, a total mystery through and through. It’s a place where the city's Lockheed Martin outpost sits next to The Salvation Army. Where, despite being the 8th biggest city in Australia, it has the highest rental costs. It feels extremely regional, yet it has an impressive — and expensive — culinary scene. Perhaps owing to the fact that it’s Australia’s political hub, there is a mesmerising lack of attractive and well-dressed people.
I find myself utterly unable to get a grip on the city’s overall vibe. There is wealth, but there is no glamour. There is a sizeable youth population, but there is no palpable culture. I, for one, love Neuron e scooters, so it’s fine by me… For now.
Chilled red
I’m back on the wagon (gone alcohol mode) and I’m doing it up with the chilled reds. That’s all. Nothing crazy. Not to be all ~Real Housewives of Clapton~, but if you like red wine and you like cold drinks I think this is a good one :) :)
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Mia Wallace costumes
Every October I find myself STUNNED to see another sea of people dip their toe into the Mia Wallace oeuvre for Halloween.
Living at the perfect intersection between lazy and uninspired, I fundamentally understand why it’s a go-to costume. It says “I’m hot!” and also “I don’t care that the character I’m playing is mid-overdose! I’m too busy being hot!”
As a visual signifier, it has become almost completely detached from its original source — like ‘witch’ or ‘princess’. The costume is not so much Mia Wallace, the costume has simply become ‘recognisable costume’.
Easy for me to judge, seeing as I am not dressing for any parties. Instead, I will be dressed up as ‘Jetlagged Bitch’. Also I wasn’t invited to any. I wonder why?
Ugg girl
I bought knock off platform mini Uggs, and I am sad to report that I am obsessed with them. They have bewitched me, body and soul. They’re unflattering ✅ They’re not made for outdoor terrain ✅ They will reek of wet dog doo doo if they’re worn in the rain, even once ✅
Yet, when my friends asked me if I wanted to get breakfast the other day, my first question was “Can I wear Uggs?” I used to be a real person.
Mixologists
You guys don’t need to be doing all of that. I see you there, in your waistcoats, with your furrowed brows, lighting little fires for meaningless smoke and slapping leaves on glasses. While I understand feeling the need to look busier than you are at work, it’s completely unnecessary. Thank you though!
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