What's up doc?

IT SEEMS spring has finally sprung — the season of sandals, short sleeves and skirts is finally here, and so let the shopping commence!
I have two events coming up which I need something to wear for. Potentially it could be just the one which I wear twice, but I know that’s not going to happen so there’s no point in saying it.
The first event is a whirlwind wedding which I’m very much in favour of. Hearing their story you may think it’s a bad idea, but if you knew them, you’d realise they are made for each other, so why wait! The second is a royal event, which I have been invited to for ‘services to journalism’. I already have the hat, thanks to nuptuals of last year so all I need is the rest.
And no it’s not the Royal wedding. I wish now Charles and Camilla would just be allowed to get on with it. When their engagement was announced I walked bang into a baker’s queue debate on the subject. Whatever has happened in the past, although perhaps it shouldn’t have, has happened and there’s nothing we can do about it. The romantic in me says it just shows that things are meant to be, however much we deny our feelings.
It seems it is also the season of the ‘break-up’. The last time we spoke my favourite ex was still single, despite the fact the lady in question was hoping he may not have got the text message she sent from Down Under, which made him sink down under yet again.
I’m currently awaiting an update. The fact I haven’t had one for a few days worries me that he may have fallen back under her spell and is too scared to tell me, as I’d previously warned him that if he took her back again, that would be it between me and him. I didn’t actually mean it — I couldn’t not know!
I’m starting to think that there’s something in the water causing people to break-up with their respective partners at the moment. I’m hoping that they don’t think it’s less complicated being single — if they do they obviously don’t read this.
It speaks volumes that I was still getting ready as I locked my front door on Saturday night, because of a date with the Doctor.
Doctor Who you might ask? — see what I did there?! “She’s funny. Why doesn’t she have a boyfriend?”
I’ve just heard on the radio that the leather jacket is back thanks to Doctor Who, according to the world-famous fashion house that is Littlewoods.
After only two episodes I’m completely hooked! It’s just so camp and cheesy, and gorgeous (Christopher Eccleston). And you know how I feel about doctors. It did my current health state a world of good to see that enigmatic smile.
I was out for a birthday soiree at the weekend with a few friends, and their friends. I had been due to be away for the weekend but I didn’t make it, and luckily my friend knew this and saved me from a boring night of Saturday TV.
I do of course mean after my appointment with Dr Wow, and the fantastic and cruel Strictly Dance Fever. Luckily it was to be an alcohol-free night for me or I might have been tearing up the dance floor with some freestyling later. All that was needed was the Dirty Dancing medley and I would have been on fire!
The sights you see when you don’t have a gun. I’m sure some of my fellow clubbers had their fashion sense completed exterminated at birth.
Some took the ‘boho chic’ principle a little too far, and some the ‘getting dressed at all’ principle not far enough.
There was too many bad hair extensions, too many blonde clones, and far too many pairs of cowboy boots for my liking. Not since the platform trainer have I detested footwear as much. The minute this fashion accessory loses its unbelievable appeal I will laugh in the faces of all those who bought them.
And there was not a leather jacket in sight. Or a hot young doctor.
Not that I actually made any pains to find out. Although thanks to my surroundings I felt confident, attractive and stylish, I also felt ancient. The fact that I was almost asked for proof of age was laughable considering all the ‘babies’ wandering about.
I’d best go — my favourite ex is trying to get me, and my nose and my heart is getting the better of me.