Live and let die.

I always thought of casinos as impossibly glamorous places. Kind of a whole James Bond/Danny Ocean type of thing. Fancy dresses, tuxedos, secret missions - you know, they're pretty swank. And then I visited one in the first week of a new job, got very drunk, tripped down the stairs and ended up with a purple, probably broken foot. Probably should have gone to the doctors about that one.

But actually, even though it was in a rather grimy part of Coventry, it was still super fun. I played roulette - well, I watched my friend play roulette and gave him bad advice about various other casino games, and medicated my swollen foot with a lot white wine. Basically, I'm reminiscing about nights in casinos because I keep seeing all these super swanky dresses (kind of like the VoH one I posted about on Friday, which is so fancy I don't know when I'll get the chance to wear it) and have decided that a) I need to buy them and b) I need to go to swanky places where I can wear them which leads me to c) I must become a secret agent and hang out in casinos a lot.

SO! If I was a secret agent plus gambling mastermind, here is what I would wear. I would also wear my hair in a beehive and HIDE WEAPONS IN IT. Oh yeah. I have this all thought out. (NB: You probably are not allowed to conceal weapons in your hair in most of London's casinos.)

  

  

  

  

  

  

Now, onto more important matters. What would your secret agent name be?

PS: Blog post done in collaboration