that song about working by dolly parton (plus shaggy fur)

gasp, pant.

that's the sound of me dashing to a computer, after two days without internet access.

two days? i hear you cry.

i know.

i don't know how i ever did it. forget scaling the summits of mountains or freezing myself in ice (hah, i'd forgotten about david blaine..) 48 plus hours sans wireless is what i call pushing my mind to it's limit.

but panic attacks aside, i've been wanting to update with what is going on in my life (no worries, this isn't group therapy..!) This weekend I coached it up to London (train fare=vintage dress) where I will be staying for the rest of the summer doing work experience.

the first two weeks of august will be spent at rigby and peller, a premium underwear company (corsetiers to her madge.. the one on the coin, not on justin timberlake's crotch..) and for the last fortnight I'll be hanging out with the topshop online team, which I'm so excited about because I feel online is very possibly a sensible way to go careerwise, and well because it's the raddest brand on the brit high street, non?

so this all means that between reading shakespeare on the tube for college and running around and making as great an impression as possible (it's all about contacts, after all) during the day, replies to comments will be few and far between. not much i can do about that, but i'll try my best to keep up.

and posts shall continue, along with some inside snippets of whatever i pick up on my placements.

.EDITORIAL

one of the best around at the moment.

AUGUST NUMERO

ANGELA LINDVALL