dresses - TK Maxx, bags - Mulberry
Back when Freast were cool, we went to see The Kooks at the Ibiza Rocks hotel in matching sequin Union Jack dresses. Initially purchased in celebration of Fry's 18th birthday, these TK Maxx gems for some reason went down much better in Spain than Portsmouth. It was unsaid, but both of us secretly thought that through the wearing of such outrageous costume the Kooks would probably invite us up on stage, beginning our lifetime of superstardom. Surprisingly, this didn't happen. It did however function as a marvellous method of making us feel like C-list celebrities. There are probably around 30 photos on the interweb of Freast with generic Spanish men thinking we were some sort of UK pop act.
We're aware that we look somewhat bedraggled in every single photo, but we were at the point of the holiday where pot noodles and free flourescent-coloured drinks had taken their toll on both Freast's appearance and mood. Highlights included not talking for a solid 20 minutes after Keast stepped on Fry's toes, and bedding down in the sofa area of 'Es Paradis.' Incredibly we made it onto the flight home with our friendship and our immune systems intact, having taken a taxi directly from the club to the airport, a story which we repeat at every social occasion as it's the only time it's appeared like we live a crazy rock and roll lifestyle.
Our lack of posts recently is regretful, however mini Fry had brain surgery and Keast unlike Fry does a real subject at university and so has to do like loads of work. To our hundreds of disappointed fans who have no doubt made our blog their homepage we apologise, and promise to be all over the interweb soon.