Ript is the male equivalent of control pants; an undershirt that sculpts a flabby male torso into a more appealing shape.

Their website is quite slick, dynamic and sexy, but it’s missing the most obvious thing: before and after photos. That’s a flickr group I’d love to check out.

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Need to provide an email address to sign up for something, but don’t want to commit yourself to endless newsletters? Get a disposable email address. Genius!

Check out this lovely lingerie from Madame V’s new collection (via The Lingerie Post)

With the aim of creating a more sexy and youthful uniform for its 14,750 policewomen, the Italian Interior Ministry now provide them with uncomfortable high heeled shoes. I guess they don’t expect their female police officers to get involved in the rough stuff… or do they?? (via Woman Tribune)

And more of that icky stuff at passiveaggressivenotes.com. Perhaps the site should be renamed PassiveAggressiveExcretions.com??

Toodles.

Now I’m just waiting for Mariah Carey’s fragrance ad to come out. Apparently the perfume smells like marshmellows…

I saw this sinful figurine on Gary Ham’s website, and had to share it with you all. Isn’t she heavenly? (lol)

About a week ago my mum and I went to Brussels for the day on the Eurostar. It was a follow-up to the trip we took there last summer for my mum’s birthday. Last time I paid for us to stay at the Marriott hotel for a few days, but this time she paid as I’m rather financially-challenged at the moment.

I prefer taking the Eurostar to flying. I’ve been thinking about going to Rome by an overnight train from Paris. It sounds more romantic to me, like taking the Orient Express.

Anyway, we got the train to Brussels. Then instead of taking the taxi to the centre of town we decided to have an adventure and take the tram. After a few confusing minutes of trying to find the toilet in the station, then figuring out which tram to take we finally were on our way. The trams moved very quickly so we had to hold on very tight to keep from falling over.

So we arrived at Bourse Beurs and found the main shopping road, with lots of clothes shops. We looked around for a while and bought some bits and pieces.

After a while we stopped at a nearby hotel restaurant. We both ordered the 2nd most expensive item on the menu, the small t-bone steak for 16 euros each.

Then on to more shopping. We enjoyed a waffle, some ice cream while people-watching in the square.

Soon it was time to make our way back to the Eurostar station, and then back to London.

When we got to Clapham Junction we were delayed for a while due to a broken-down train. A young guy asked us for money while we were waiting for our train, saying that he was hungry.
“I’m hungry too,” said my mum, sending him packing.

It was nice spending some quality time with my mum. And my wanderlust is stirring again.