I was going to post about how excited I am about the Lanvin ♥ H&M collection which hits the shops on Saturday. Or Lahnvahhhhhn according to Elle Magazine's Joe Zee (you might recognise him from that stellar reality TV show The City).
But then my mother came home from a day out at a Swansea hotel for some posh event (yeah I know, posh + Swansea is about as oxymoronic as Cheryl Cole + talented singer) and told me that she had just been in the same room as Bonnie Tyler. Cue me shrieking (once) and then wondering what in the name of shoulder pads is Bonnie Tyler doing in Swansea?
Well, apparently she’s from there and she lives there. Everything makes sense to me now. I’ve always had a soft spot for Bonnie but had refrained from admitting this too much because I’d already filled up my guilty pleasure quota with other some other naff Welsh legends. This Welshness was important because then I could kid myself that listening to Tom Jones was part of my cultural heritage and was actually very necessary if I wanted to stay true to my roots.
But now everything has changed and I can embrace Bonnie Tyler on a daily basis, something I used to have to limit only to when drunk (Bonnie is the best when you're drunk). This new found expression of love isn't just because she’s Welsh, but because earlier on today she apparently walked into that aforementioned hotel bar in Swansea and declared:
‘It’s like being in Sex And The City in here, isn’t iiiiiit?’
Which is as about as brilliant as this song:
The misspelt lyrics and general crapness of this video adds to the classic naffness that is Bonnie Tyler. Plus Sony won't let me embed the official video. If anyone wants to join me in stalking Bonnie in Swansea, let me know. xoxo fellow Bonnie fans.
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