Despite its capital-city status, Cardiff has yet to experience a good, hard fashion-scrum. The Anya Hindmarch ‘I’m not a plastic bag’ wasn’t even delivered to any Cardiff- based Sainsbury’s stores and, let’s face it, no one really gave a toss about the Madonna line for H&M. But with the high level of anticipation surrounding the Kate Moss for Topshop line, surely even the sleepy Cardiff fashion scene would get a little excited about one of the year’s biggest fashion events.
One thing is for sure; the amount of press coverage of the collection has been immense, and clearly cleverly orchestrated to attract a certain level of hype. Since the mini- preview in April’s Vogue, pieces of the collection slowly trickled onto the pages of various fashion mags, designed to get the fashion- savvy moss fans salivating.
British designer Giles Deacon brought his ‘Gold’ range to New Look earlier this year. Unfortunately we thought most of it was hideous, most notable the main piece of the collection, the red polka dot puffball dress, which looked a bit bargain basement.
Much was expected from Deacon, but despite his intention to bring his designs to the highstreet and see them worn by women everywhere,’ he actually seemed to have lowered his standards to match the usual tat found in New Look. This collaboration always seemed a little doomed: die-hard Deacon fans would not be caught dead in New Look and New Look regulars would not be able to tell Giles Deacon from Marie Antoinette. Fronting this dubious collection was Drew Barrymore, a fairly irritating choice as it is unlikely that Barrymore would actually wear any of the items. All in all, we were not terribly impressed, but don’t take our word for it – the Gold collection is still available.
Saturday mornings are the best of the week. When you wake up, you know that there’s something to look forward to. Whether it is a 600 mile round trip to Carlisle, or the relative walk in the park of travelling from Cardiff to Bristol, when Saturday comes, my week begins.
The most favourable mode of transport, for my money, is the car. For a start, you actually get to the point where you recognise the ‘top notch’ service stations. You could argue that it’s an indication of a sad state of affairs when you get genuinely excited at unexpectedly discovering a service station that has yet to be visited, but it is moments like this that keep you going after a 1-0 defeat on a Friday night in Tranmere.
The task of writing a review of the latest edition to Cardiff’s gay nightlife proved a little harder than expected. You see, when Team Gay walked through the doors of Pulse on Churchill Way, we noted the swanky Ikea wall paper, the novelty of lockable toilets and the buzzing environment, but we also noticed that drinks were stupidly cheap.
After several £3 doubles, the editors of Quench’s gay section were somewhat inebriated and most of what Pulse had to offer was wasted on us.
Gay guys are sluts. Not all of us, of course, but with the combination of men generally hating commitment and loving sex, the gay scene can often spell disaster central with maximum cock and minimal emotion.
Boy arrives at X, boy meets other boy, a night of VK Blue-infused passion ensues and all we have to show for it is a ‘we hooked up’ relationship on Facebook. Is this really all we have now? Can’t gays find an ultimate soul mate and run away with them? Is romance officially dead?
Ingredients
A brilliant dish isn’t an expensive dish. Quite the opposite; most dishes you pay a lots for in an expensive restaurant cost as little as possible – Gordon (Rambo) Ramsay didn’t become a millionaire by throwing money at his food.You don’t need top of the range kit or loads of ingredients.
Dining in the sun – Restaurants and cafes
Las Iguanas, City Centre
Last month, I noticed my jeans were filthy and baggy, so I decided to give them a well deserved wash, and while they were washing I decided to see if I could give up my beloved denim for a whole week. So perhaps it wasn’t the greatest challenge known to the human race, but believe me it was bloody hard.
Jeans offer so much versatility: skinny-fit, boot-cut, low rise, high rise, boy-fit and flared… I could go on. But not only are the styles incredibly varied but the colours are too. Both guys and girls can dress them up, or dress them down. But perhaps the most important reason why jeans are so central to my wardrobe is the all important fact: THEY GO WITH EVERYTHING.
The first thing you’ll notice about the Brecon Beacons is the clichés; rolling mountains, imposing clouds, plunging valleys…and sheep, oh yes, lots and lots of sheep. You might have noticed, “Going Out” is taking its name rather seriously this week and as the usual signs of spring; daffodils, crying Welsh rugby fans, pound a pint Tuesday at the Taf, all start to present themselves, we have broken forth from our sedentary student lives and ventured into deepest darkest Wales….
Now where was I? Ah yes, sheep. If ever there was a place where the stereotypical sheepshagging Welshman would feel at home, it’s in the Brecon Beacons. As your intrepid reporter navigates the road taking you from the Welsh Valleys up into the heady heights of one of Britain’s first National Parks, you find yourself in a continual game of chicken with about half a million sheep, no fences, barriers or ditches here, just faith and gratuitous horn use to keep the fluffy buggers from becoming permanently intimate with your bonnet, it can be quite the hair-raising experience.
Are the voices of the lesbian, the gay, the bisexual and the transgender being heard?
The official website of the LGBT history month lays down its manifesto, an “opportunity for all of us to learn more about the histories of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people in Britain and Northern Ireland.” It involves “claiming our history, celebrating our present, creating our future!” It all sounds good, doesn’t it? Sadly, we are not convinced that this is entirely true.