Vintage fashion here we come!

We knew it was going to be a long day, so decided to get to Vintage National at Brighton Racecourse late. What we didn’t bank on was the Kemptown Festival.

Arriving at around 4.30pm, we headed straight for tea and cakes which was served on vintage crockery (naturally) and admired all those who dress up for the occasion.

Time for tea

After our scoffing cream tea and sandwiches, we checked out the market. Dangerous for someone like me, and ended up buying another full skirted prom dress for a very reasonable £35. There were real fox furs (with its face still attached), gloves, prints, jewellery to hunt through. We headed for the entertainment and enjoyed listening to a fabulous soul singer and watched people rock’n’roll.

Dancing the day away

We took a trip down memory lane while walking though the homewares and interior market:

Life before computers

Women! Know your place…

The typical British weather reared its head, and although it was sunny, the cold coastal wind meant that we didn’t want to venture outside too long and didn’t make it to the beach area.

Back up in the rock’n’roll room, we watched a bit of burlesque courtesy of Proud Cabaret.

Shake your tail feathers…

Sadly empty (we’re putting it down to the Kemptown Festival) it didn’t have the buzz we thought it would have. Still, it meant not having to battle though hordes of people while shopping. Next time we’ll go earlier .

Later that evening we went down to the rather wonderful Brighton Ballroom and stepped back in time to the 1920’s Prohibition and watched naval offices, RAF pilots and flapper girls dance the night away.

What era am I in again?


Monarchy? What monarchy?

As the nation gears up for a massive celebration this weekend, I’ve been thinking about the monarchy. It’s very hard to ignore all the newspaper supplements, tacky souvenirs, bunting and flags over the past few weeks. The country has gone blue, red and white crazy – and why not? This weekend will bring together neighbours, communities and strangers to celebrate the Queen’s 60 years on the throne.

But how has the monarchy affected my life? I am, after all, one of her loyal subjects.

The short answer is they haven’t. To be honest I don’t have a strong view of the monarchy at all. Every time Prince Philip opens his mouth, I hold my head in my hands, admire Charles for sticking his oar in when it comes to the environment – someone has to look out for our green and pleasant land – and enjoyed watching two people in love get married.

The royal family have been there in the background of my life. They’re as part of Great Britain as bobbies on the beat, the original Mini and cheddar cheese. Our history is famous world over, and the royal family are a tourist attraction in themselves.

My brother and I are the same age as William and Harry (I’m the oldest) and our lives are very different. However, we do share the same similarities – partying, heartaches, doing some pretty daft things and the sense of responsibility. Thankfully for my brother and I, our lives are not splashed across the tabloids every time we draw breath.

The Queen is merely a figurehead. The people who run this country are in Parliament – they’re the people who I’ve voted for and are making (poor) decisions on my behalf.

If there’s one thing the Queen  and the monarchy have done in my life, it has been to bring the country together. Let’s be honest, the last few years have been terrible and we haven’t had much to cheer about. If for one day we put aside out differences, celebrate together as a country and smile, then good. I’m not knocking it.

Innocent orders the wrong Queen masks

Happy Jubilee everyone!