A (Great) Day in the Life

There were many possible names for this post; Yesterday (only if I posted the day after), Hey Paul, Here, Out There & Everywhere to name but a few. The name had to be something Beatles related as nothing else would do justice to announce my trip to see Paul McCartney in the flesh for the first time on his Out There tour at the O2. It was only apt that I went with the very person that sparked my interest in the Beatles in the first place all those years ago. 20 years to be exact.. another title comes to mind…. It was Twenty Years Ago Today.

We arrived by car at the O2 and just as we wondered where to park, a flashing sign said “This way for Paul McCartney Parking”. Some people would call it “Synchronicity” so we followed the signs. We were followed by another car driven by a woman shocked by the parking charge. She explained she had only come to watch the concert as she was given a free ticket, wasn’t really a fan and didn’t want to pay more than £10 for the whole night. This set my judgemental side into motion and as we were two hard-core fans, she was not talking to the right people if she wanted sympathy.

However, I hadn’t paid for my ticket either but the least I could do was pay for dinner so we went in search of food with a quick detour to look at the merchandise. There were a few things I wanted to get but food was more of a priority and was also a chance to calm down before I spent my life’s savings on Paul McCartney trinkets. At dinner it seemed I was the only person wearing a Beatles T-shirt and felt a little self-conscious but two Chilli Queens later we left Byron Burger and saw another girl with a Beatles T-shirt which made me feel better.

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A few mandatory Instagram pictures and another wander past the merchandise stall we went through to the main event. We had Amex Lounge tickets so we leisurely wandered into the arena not having to queue with the regular folk and sat in the plush lounge with live acoustic guitarists and enjoyed a couple of drinks before the big show.


In here there seemed to be no true fans with T shirts on until a German couple sat down at the next table having just returned from the sound check. Sound check?! I didn’t know we could do that. We were amateurs at this. We started chatting to them and found out this guy was from East Germany, the Beatles were illicit but he loved them and as soon as the wall came down in ‘91 he made the pilgrimage to Abbey Road. I would daresay he was a more hard-core fan than us! We were trumped plus he was wearing a Paul McCartney T-shirt.

A couple of drinks later I made us go through to our seats against the wishes of more drinking time. We probably did go through a little early but it was a great opportunity to point out all the people that were true fans and not really fans which you probably have guessed depended on whether they had a suitable T-shirt on or not.


It was nice to see someone had made the effort and had put on a Sgt Pepper outfit. Whilst we judged (none of the people in the seats either side of us were wearing the right T-shirts), we also watched the video stream, listened to the DJ and discussed the T factor until the man himself, Sir Paul, entered stage right.

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He covered all the bases; classic Beatles, Wings, the odd one here and there and a couple of new ones. I’ve listed exactly what he played and my thoughts at the end of this if you want to have a look but for now the things I learnt:

  • I’ve underestimated the brilliance of Sir Paul McCartney
  • Wings is actually a good band and Band on the Run is a really good album
  • How to do the Wings hands thingy
  • Always buy merchandise beforehand
  • This now makes sense…


After the show we went back to the Amex lounge just because we could. Another round of drinks before heading out to buy merchandise meant I missed out on stocking up on T shirts. As I write this I’m considering driving up to Birmingham where he is performing tonight and raiding the stand.

Anyway my last thought; I’m almost glad I never got to see the greatest show on Earth that is all four Beatles performing together. I could barely handle a quarter of it.


Before the next song Sir Paul placed his thumbs together and palms out to form a set of Wings. I copied but ended up forming a ‘whatever’ sign with my hands. Rookie mistake.

This would make a great dance track. Although perhaps a little sexist these days.

Tried the Wings hand thing again and succeeded.

This brought a tear to my eye even though it’s never been one of my favourite Beatles songs

A new song that I immediately  liked

Here is where I lied to Sir Paul as the stage rose with him upon with nothing but a microphone and a guitar. He asked the crowd how many of us had tried to learn to play Blackbird. I stuck my hand up but I haven’t… but I am now. Hopefully I’ll be forgiven.

A conversation with John Lennon.

Played on a ukulele all by himself again before his tribute to George.

Another tear and i have no idea why. I don’t even know this song that well. I think I finally realised where I was.

Did you know Sir Paul does a pretty good Russian accent. He told us the story f when he met the Russian Minister of Defence to be told the first record he had bought was Love Me Do.

Wow! Fireworks and real fire, drummer wearing a hard hat and I’m sure Sir Paul was playing the piano with his eyes closed throughout the whole song probably out of fear of some incendiary flying off in the wrong direction.

Ok so picture this… Sir Paul moves from his black piano to his snazzy psychedelic one, all is quiet until he utters two words that sent me back in time to the 60s and I became one of those screaming/shrieking/screeching fan girls. I was waiting for this moment all night but I had no idea that “Hey” & “Jude” could do that!!! My life is complete!


Encore 2:

Double Denim

I’ve never had the urge to try out double denim  even when it enjoyed a revival on the catwalks and could be seen on every high street across the world. It’s hideous! Britney and Justin did not help the case….

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… but then I saw this…Lennon, John

C-04_Lennon_DenimJacket1974_Gruen-filteredWell if it’s good enough for John Lennon,…. And it’s 70s which I’m sure you’ll have noticed is everywhere at the moment. So I thought I’d try out double denim, the legendary way. I had to borrow my sister’s round sunglasses to get the look just right but have since bought my own from Topshop and you get a free snazzy case.double denimjohn lennon double denim

sharmeen khan double denimStarting with wide leg blue jeans that should be in every woman’s wardrobe and cowboy boots which are everywhere at the moment too….

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…. I added my New York City T shirt bought on a trip to New York a few years ago. (Yes I did buy it because of John Lennon.)

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My First Time

I was looking through my pictures and came across the ones of my first attempt at being a fashion blogger. The theme I was going for was a 1950s drive-in cinema. The photos are ridiculous but that’s not going to stop me putting them up here.

I should be telling you where you can buy what I’m wearing or at least where to get something similar but I’m a bad blogger and you are probably better at online clothes shopping than I am.

Hampton Court Palace

Another Sunday and another Sunday lunch. This time we ventured further from home into Hampton. We ate our roast amongst old age hipsters.old age hipsters on Hampton

beetroot starterBefore venturing over the road to the Palace


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We visited the gardens


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The lakes, ponds and fountains

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Royal/Real tennis court

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Inside the Palace

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Two Kinds of Doughnuts

I know I’ve been a little quiet on the blog front but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten about it completely. I’ve still been out here and there taking pictures for the blog. With new motivation that’s hit me I’m going to try to put them up before it fades.

Right where do I start? Ok how about this. I changed phones recently so I’ll start with the photos on my old camera with the most recent first… Doughnuts.

IMAG4082 dounghnuttingIt was a sunny day and my friends and I were out having a Sunday lunch in the sun. We wondered how we could make the most of what could possibly have been the last sunshine of the season. The answer was donutting in Aldershot.

It’s a great place for cheap lessons if you’re thinking of going skiing this winter and want to make the most of it. Here’s a link to itskis

I’m going to kill two birds with one stone here. Another thing that popped up in my photo cluster was this.

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I found a great recipe for mini baked doughnuts. They’re healthy don’t you know. Well sort of and they are incredibly easy to make if you have a doughnut pan. I haven’t stopped making them since.

For 12 mini doughnuts you’ll need:

  • 75g (2½oz) plain flour
  • ½ tsp baking powder
  • ¼ tsp salt
  • 55g (2oz) caster sugar
  • 60ml (2¼fl oz) milk
  • 1 egg, beaten
  • 1 tsp olive oil (If preferred 10g (½oz) melted butter may be added in place of the olive oil)
  • ½ tsp vanilla extract
  • Extra sugar for dusting
  1. Preheat the oven to 325°F/160°C/Gas 3. Lightly brush the doughnut pan with cooking oil.
  2. Take a large roomy bowl, and sift the flour, baking powder and salt into it. Add the sugar and give it a stir round to combine.
  3. In a separate bowl, whisk the milk, beaten egg, olive oil (I used browned butter) and vanilla extract together and add this to the dry ingredients, mixing thoroughly.
  4. Using a piping bag, carefully fill each of the doughnut cups around ¾ full with the batter. Place in the oven and bake for about 8 minutes, or until firm, but springy to the touch. Cool slightly.

From here you can sugar them or ice them. I mixed the leftover browned butter to icing sugar and made a frosting to dip the tops of the doughnuts into. Sprinkled with chocolate while still a little wet et voila.

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Big Birthday Breakfast

Despite being over the age of 30, I woke up on my birthday with the best surprise ever laid out in the kitchen. The best sister in the world had gone to town. turtles cakes with prsents and candleNo not the Gucci and Smythson bags but this..

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When it comes to birthdays in my family, we each have a meal we like to celebrate with. My brother enjoys his over dinner, my sister has nabbed afternoon tea and I have the most important meal of the day. I call it the Big Birthday Breakfast.

One year this involved my favourite breakfast of all, a soft boiled egg. However it wasn’t an ordinary soft boiled egg.

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It took a hammer to crack into but once we got inside the hard shell, we dipped whole slices of toast in. We didn’t need soldiers here.

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This year’s was planned to be at London’s newest high profile building at Aqua Shard.

the shard the shardWe ordered practically everything on the breakfast menu which only just about fitted on our table.big birthday brunchMy sister’s kedgeree was delicious, I barely got more than one spoonful. birthday breakfast bigI went for my favourite soft boiled egg and marmite soldiers with a side of pannacotta muesli knowing that my mum would happily share her vegetarian cooked breakfast.boiled egg and soldiers with marmiteWashed down with three kinds of tea and three kinds of smoothies.berry smoothiepassion fruit smoothieWe barely looked up from our food to see the views but glad we did.

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One last surprise before we left to wander the streets of London. A birthday swan.

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A couple of years ago someone asked me what I wanted for my birthday and, unlike when I was much younger, I had no idea. Having your own disposable income you can pretty much buy what your heart desires and it doesn’t even need to be your birthday. That’s when I thought maybe I should be buying my mum a present on my birthday. After all she did all the hard work on that day. So on a visit to the Apple store I tested my mum’s ability on a touch screen. She did better than expected so I had no choice but to buy her an ipad to Skype friends and family.

IMAG3601It’s not often that we spend time with Mummy in central London so we stopped off to soak up the sun at Trafalgar square and a walk through the National Gallery before going home for Turtle birthday cake, tea and a play on the ipad.

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Last day in Morocco

On the morning of our last day we went to the Medrasa having always lost our way in the souk trying to find the Ben Youssef Islamic school. I wore my newly acquired kaftan. Perfect for the Moroccan weather and I didn’t want to sweat in the clothes I had planned to wear on the plane.

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We went back to our riad to pack and say goodbye

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My favourite bits about Morocco:

Koutoubia mosque – the symbol of Morocco

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Water men

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Prickly pears

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A day on the coast at Essaouira – pronounced essa-weera – fortified city walls, fishing boats & seagulls.

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For food, you can buy your own fish from the market and get one of the stands to cook it for you. They also provide bread and salad. Or you can go to one of the many restaurants where you can pick your fish and seafood out of the many available on their stand and take a seat and listen to the traditional music played for you while they grill your selection.

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Feeling Majorelle Blue

After our trek through the desert we were in critical need of luxury and relaxation so we booked ourselves into a hammam. We were steamed, rubbed, scrubbed and massaged back to life. Back to our spoilt first world ways. The day then continued in the same vain.

Majorelle gardens

We visited the gorgeous Majorelle gardens owned by Yves Saint Laurent and where his ashes were scattered. I fell in love with the strong intense ultramarine cobalt ‘Majorelle blue’. Against the green of leaves it was completely different to usual red clay of Marrakech.

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Sticking to worldwide brand names we all know, we went to McDonalds for lunch. Not normally one of those people that eats at chains especially when on holiday but this was halal and I couldn’t resist after seeing this poster.
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La Mamounia

After lunch we took a stroll to La Mamounia hotel. A place once described as the lovliest place on Earth by Winston Churchill. The entrance was manned by a guy dressed in brilliant white traditional dress. He looked very regal. A prince. We sat down for a mint tea and stayed till after dark which made the surroundings even more beautiful.

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Louis Vuitton

We left just in time for a browse round Louis Vuitton

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Dar Essalam

Our day of luxury ended at Dar Essalam. A restaurant with a solid roof that didn’t require fighting our way through touters & the busy square. Plus if it’s good enough for Hitchcock…

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The Deserters – Part 2

When I left you yesterday we were still hurtling through the mountains to reach the edge of the Sahara desert. The sun was low in the sky by the time we got there. There was just enough time to wrap up our faces to protect us against the desert sand before riding into the arid environment on our camels. Our guide didn’t blink an eyelid when we sang Champagne Supernova, Wonderwall & Don’t Look Back in Anger everytime we saw an oasis. image image image image image image

We reached our camp for the night just before sunset. Our tent was much more luxurious than I was expecting. We were almost glamping. We settled into our new surroundings while the guides cooked us up Harira soup and a chicken tagine followed by refreshing melon for dessert.

base camp in the desert

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It was a very hot night and I couldn’t sleep in the tent. Hot and tired I curmudgeonly dragged my mattress out into the sand outside the tent and finally managed to sleep in the cooling desert wind with only beautifully filled blanket of twinkling stars over me. Very romantic, pity I was with my sister.

The next morning we were woken up by the Berbers for a breakfast of Bread, butter and honey which we ate while we watched the sunrise.


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