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The words “peace, love and harmony” usually conjure up a hippy commune or Glastonbury’s earlier days, but add the words “dancing, music and fun” (with a funky bit of mayhem on the side) and you get a whole new picture… Imagine this… You’re standing in the middle of a road – all around you there are people – as far as the eye can see (between 2 and 3 million to be nearly exact in an estimative kind of way!) As you stumble about in the throng of people you look up and see legs dangling out of every window and off every porch and roof, all of them attached to happy smiley people who are wiggling about, drinking, laughing and enjoying the mayhem in the streets below… Then you hear the music, some of the bass practically blowing the air out of your lungs. Okay, well that’ll be your fault for standing right next a huge musical flowery thing with people on it. Standing in awe of this beautiful thingamabob you hear a horn going and people shouting for you to get out of the way of the lorry. Lorry??? Yeah – I forgot – the big flowery thing is a carnival float which has taken months to decorate and has a huge sound system and live DJs on it. Anyway after being nearly run over by about five of these ‘lorries’ (one had some weird drums on it and another had dancing fairy-like creatures showing rather a lot of flesh too!) you decide to walk into a smaller side street which is slightly less crowded and seems to be sporting some particularly welcome refreshment ‘stores’. You browse along taking in the smells of hot dogs, Caribbean delicacies and a few hundred money-making residents selling cans of beer, cola, water, and those lovely lemony, alcoholic, bottled jobbies to anyone who’s wallet is happy to satisfy their mouth … You buy yourself a bottle of water for 50p, a bottle of Smirnoff Ice (£2.00) and a corn on the co
b before heading off back to the main street where the procession, and the people, are starting to liven up (not that you would think it would be possible to be any more ‘alive’!) You stand for a while in the sun behind one of the barriers and watch peacefully as the different mas dancers go by with their incredibly loud music and their even more impressive twisting, shaking and grinding! You stare at the dancing butterflies with huge colourful wings, and long bright taily things, the animals, the giant African masks on legs and some men and women who love shaking their thing(s) and obviously shop in the same store as Tarzan. You smile to yourself as you start walking around the next corner wandering what’ll greet you when you get there (as it turns out it’s an amazingly toned African guy who decides to do a bit of fast paced grinding with you!) You manage to keep up (just) and walk rather shakily away with a grin the size of the cob ’o’ corn you just ate. You look around - everyone’s smiling…. And why shouldn’t they be? This is Notting Hill Carnival!!! The carnival was started as a local event in 1964 by a group of West Indian immigrants who wanted to preserve a bit of their culture for fun and as a reminder of their homeland. These mini-carnivals would only sport a few small processions with a handful of costumed dancers and some steel drums. Today is, however, an entirely different story. The carnival has grown up and expanded in a BIG way over the last few decades. It is one of the largest street parties in Europe and is now not only there for fun and memories, but also to bring hundreds of different cultures, religions and colours together in what has proven to be a very successful way. This year there were just over 40 static sound systems as well as over 50 mas bands and other street processions. The carnival runs over a two day period (although sever
al enthusiasts have tried to increase this to a week – to no result though as the residents totally disagree). The Sunday is the children’s carnival which features only children to the age of sixteen dancing and has a shorter procession route (this is the quieter day and is best for families and disabled people). The Monday is the adult’s carnival – when things really heat up and millions more people join in the partying. So, I hear you say; How do you get there? What on earth are mas bands? And what kind of music are you talking about? TRANSPORT Transport to the carnival is not always easy (I was lucky this year as I got on a relatively quiet bus and followed the mass of people to the main procession)… Listed are the best ways to get to the carnival with the least amount of stress. Car – This is a definite no-no! There is virtually no way you will survive (stress overload and all) or even get anywhere near the carnival in a car. If you need to drive up to London from wherever you live, you might want to leave your car at a train station just outside of London and proceed that way. Bus – If you are in the near vicinity of Notting Hill then a bus is an inexpensive and easy option (specially if you have a travelcard). The buses usually get closer to the carnival route than any other road transportation (except maybe a bike, but I wouldn’t advice taking one of those with you!) Tube – If you’re planning to go by tube it’s a blimmin good idea to pick up a leaflet about the changes that will be made over the carnival period so you don’t get lost or stuck. There are seven tube stations in the area, but some of these will be closed for the day or only be open under special circumstances (one way only, etc). MAS BANDS Mas is basically short for masquerade and band – well – I don’t really need to expl
ain that one do I? Each procession in the carnival is usually made up of the following (in order): Carnival Float First thing you will see at the start of each separate carnival group/company is the float. This is usually decorated in amazing colours, flyers, or weird fluffy bits and pieces – each one has a different theme. These floats are actually huge lorries which can kinda run you over so be careful not to be too awe-struck by them. Each float features some massive amps which carry the music to the dancers behind and the millions of people in the streets (trust me – you can run, but you can’t hide!) Mas Dancers Men and women of all ages, colours and sizes parading the streets in exquisite costumes performing dance routines or just doing some fun-loving grinding, shaking and ummmmm…. Well basically moving – a lot! Each group of mas dancers have a kind of structure to them: The King, The Queen, Male individual, Female individual, And the Section mas (rest of the dancers). You may be trying to puzzle out a point to all this order, but basically, to cut a long story short there are competitions held for combination of the best costume, dance technique and overall spirit for each of the sections. This competition is usually held on the Saturday before the carnival in a local venue. The public may attend, but there is a charge to get in and personally I find it much more exciting without the preview! Music What can I say about the music??? Hmmmm, well there are several different types of music featured at the carnival (although you shouldn’t bother to expect metal, indie, or punk!). Calypso – This is a type of music which is based on telling a story or relaying a message through a beat, one of the more ‘unusual’ styles of music around these days it is jumpy and strangely relaxing at the same time.
Soca – This was one of my favourite styles (that I fell in love with at this years carnival). Mix half a cup of Soul with half a cup of Calypso and you get a cup full of Soca – simple right? Brilliant to dance to with hidden beats and surprising twists, definitely a refreshing sound to follow if you like to shake it! Ska – Jamaica’s own invention – said to have a bit of a mixed-up beat, kinda as if you scrambled the background and foreground music in a blender, but still making it sound good! Reggae – Well, I’m pretty sure we all know what Reggae is so I’ll save some space… Roots – A form of Reggae which is focused more on history, culture and political issues with the proper Rastafarian influences. Dub – This is exactly what it says really – electronically twisted and distorted music usually used on Reggae or Ragga tracks. Ragga – Reggae, but faster, wilder and more drum beats than guitar strings. A Reggae for the younger generation some might say… Phew! I think that’s about all I can write about carnival.. The only other advice is the obvious stuff – be careful, make a plan (yea right!), keep your belongings on you at all times (I still have backache!) and most importantly of the lot – HAVE FUN (although it is pretty hard not to…) If you have any other questions on carnival feel free to ask as I always have that weird feeling that I’ve forgotten something! Keep smiley, Pooky
Viva aqua spring! (ahhhh... Sounds so refreshingly zesty and energizing doesn't it?) Okay, let's look at it first (Don't wanna sink our lil feet into something sinister-looking now, do we?) The contraption itself isn't huge, but more of a clumsy kind of size (Could be built for Big-foot himself!), which could leave it lacking in the storage stakes. It looks amazingly scary inside as you've got a million nobbly bits to tantalize your tootsies after a hard day, ummmmmm, maybe... Then again, if you've been blessed with ticklish feet you could be in for some serious torture... Hmmmmmm - I think I'll let you decide what's best! The settings on this lil' baby let you choose from: o A triangle (heat) o A set of wiggly lines (massage) o A funny radioactive waste type symbol (bubbles apparently) There are various combinations so you can choose if you want your feet to be heatedly massaged in a radioactive manner! Basically this is how it feels *dips her feet into the whirring footspa* : The squiggly line setting: Well it kinda vibrates a bit. The noise is more noticeable than the massage - Think along the lines of those huge lawnmowers that the council worker guy drives around all summer while you're trying to relax in the sun........... Then let yourself tap into that anger that consequently arises to understand me. :) The radioactive bubbling: One word - Bubbles! Unless you make the effort to hover your feet about two cm above the holes they come from, this is completely pointless as your feet tend to have a natural hatred for these cute air sachets!!! All three settings in one: The lawnmower's back, but with added bubbly noises this time (engine must be flooded!) - If you plan to relax while this thing plays with your feet you better go put in some of those ear plugs - I think
that should work, although I guess the huge ear protectors that road workers often grace our eyes with... I have to admit that the price isn't that bad for a foot spa, but if you're looking for a quiet and effective treatment don't expect this to do much for you. Don't get me wrong your feet feel a bit better after a while, but you may end up trading your aching feet with a headache. It has a very well-meant bit of plastic covering at the toes end of the spa, but unfortunately this doesn't stop the splashes as much as it should (as I nearly found out when it splashed over the wires of my stereo... Happy bubbling guys (Sorry for moaning on) Pooky
Saturday the 5th May 2001 (My sister's 15th birthday) ~~~The bad start~~~ Got out of one of the wrong sides of my bed and stumbled down the stairs to wish my darling sister a happy 15th *groan*. She smiled one of her fake sweet smiles - her make-upped face glowing with fake tan *another slightly more extended groan*. "Okay Gracey - what do want for your big day then?" "I WANT a furby - a furby Gizmo!!!" Okay then - a furby it would be (I'm always kinda late with getting pressies!!!) Mum then asks her royal highness where she would like to go for her special day..... ~~~ Serenity defined ~~~ After more arguments than you can shake a stick at she decides she wants to go to Bournemouth, so off we drive and arrive - a whole hour of the can of sardines scenario - later... ~~~ The journey to hell ~~~ Got out of the car and slowly stretched the creases out of my body while trying to look normal, "Hmmmm, Nice day this is turning out to be" I think as I glimpse the sun (I really wasn't in a good mood). I then start planning my great escape from the almost inevitable family shopping fiasco("OOoooohh LOOOOOOK! Those stripy knickers would look great with the spotty trousers!") :) I nearly get away with sneaking away into the crowds when my mum grabs my apparently "way too baggie" jeans and tells me that her and my step-dad will sit down for a pint and a ciggie and wait for me & my darling sister to shop for a couple of hours... After managing to somehow mould my shocked face back to a relatively normal looking expression I start the tedious task that is shopping with my sister!!! ~~~ The million pound Challenge ~~~ I escort my sister through the streets of Bournemouth and into Argos where I flick through the bulky catalogue to find the gizmo furby staring out of the glossy pages with
a price tag of £29.99!!!! (That's a days work - I think as I morph into my mother!) I glance at my sister who smiles sweetly at me again as I grin like an idiot at the numbers on the page... As I queue to collect my/her Gizmo I wonder whether they are really as annoying as everyone makes out - nah can't be - why pay that much money for a thing of the devil? The studenty looking guy behind the counter calls my number and I sheepishly walk up as he yells out "FURBY GIZMO?". He wears an amused smile as he stamps my receipt and bags the box and batteries (an extra £2.99) for me. I take a sly look through the box and assume I've done the right thing - my sister's wearing a huge smile for the first time today anyway.. ~~~ Journey back through hell ~~~ We cram ourselves back into the sardine can and Grace promptly sticks the batteries in the furby's bum area... The little dude must of liked it though as he jumped to life and started waving his ears, waggling his mouth, bobbing up and down in a worrying manner and blinking like he had a serious amount of smoke in his eyes. Then there was the burbling, gurgling, laughing and blathering that 'the anti-furbyists' were telling me about! "It's okay" sister says as she skims the instruction manual - "you can put him to sleep - watch", unfortunately my step-dad who was driving at the time wasn't expecting three loud claps from behind and nearly crashed the car. Ummmm, Gizmo obviously didn't want to sleep as he was still rambling on after this close encounter. Well for all you guys that might buy one: Okay the good, happy, fun bits are as follows; o Gizmo furby is soooo cuuuuuute and even if he is annoying as the (nearly over - yay!)election speeches, you'll forgive him (for a while..) o It's a clever lil' toy! Quite honestly though - how many of your
toys talk to you and move and respond to various stimuli? (OOOO-er missus!) o It's really quite a solid toy - I threw him and he didn't break (my friend bought one for her child and it even survived being briefly showered under the tap - although it did go a bit crazy at first) o Might make the reciever love you forever (if it's a gift of course!) o Gizmo makes okayish company for when you're really, really, incredibly bored... Now for the bad and ugly bits; o Everyone complains at least once about the continuous squabbling and the slowness of learning english words o When the lil' fellow moves he makes extremely noticeable 'whirring' sounds - understandable I know, but still worth mentioning I thought... o Might make the reciever hate you forever (gift thingy again!) o It's not very well made (you can see the gluey bits on the fur in some places) o The functions you can provoke out of your new found friend (or enemy) aren't all that easy to perform, even if you follow the instructions religiously o Not all young children like this guy - I've seen a few lil' cuties break down and cry to the heavens after meeting mister furby! o The only sure-fire way of shutting this toy up without killing it is to remove the batteries, but as always, the advice in the book is - Don't remove batteries unless absolutely necessary! o Some of the things Gizmo comes out with are really hard to understand (even my inner childish person doesn't get it!). Anyway - I leave the decisions up to you - it's a pricey toy considering that it may not have the longest 'shelf life' once it's in the hands of the new owner. I prefer Tigger any day (hehe) Hope my rambling on was some help to you at least! Pooky
Okay Let's look at Massage - it's funny the way some people still conjure up lovely images of those dodgy lil' "massage" parlours down some crummy down-town side-street, but there is a lot more to massage than sexual benefits and quick thrills (honest!). :) I'm officially qualified to give massages and set up my own (undodgy) little parlour thingy of my own (sounds good huh?). Massage is used for a number of reasons: O Relaxation O Stress relief O Muscular tension relief O To help drain the tissues of harmful toxins O Fun o The sexy bits of course!!! First of all, if you decide to have a massage at a salon, etc, always make sure that you go to a reputable place where they interview you first (this is completely normal, for your own good and is kept completely confidential). Anyway - enough of the boring stuff already... Once that bit's done you'll be asked to remove your clothes until you get to your grotty Wednesday knickers/boxers and get on the massage table (ladeez may be asked to take their bra off or at least undo the straps for the back massage). You'll be covered with a nice clean and fluffy towel and then massaged into relaxation (at least if the massaging person knows what they're doing - which they should. Anyone can do massage at home as well - jus be careful because you can totally cripple someone for days if you're not careful (mind you - good revenge plan for ex-partners *evil cackle*)... A few things you want to avoid: o Don't massage over recent scars, over areas where an operation has taken place in the last 6 months o Massaging someone after a full meal (unless you want a pretty pattern on your walls) o Massaging on the spinal cord o Using too much pressure (always ask how the person likes it!!!) o Massaging directly on top of any joints (only go around and stroke over them)
o Use any medium that the person is allergic to (duh!) But of course you do wanna: o Keep one hand on the person at all times o Warm the oil first (unless you want one of those hot/cold sexy massages!) o Communicate, while not disturbing o Use nice relaxing background music There are several mediums you can use to give a massage (although I wouldn't recommend whipped cream - gets kinda sticky - hehe) for example: o Massage cream - Suitable for any skin type and gives a steadier slip. o Oil - Suitable for most people with very dry to combination skin. o Powder - Suitable for hairier people as it doesn't knot the hair, but gives you enough slide to give a good massage. After having a massage make sure you try and do the following (to gain maximum benefits), although admittedly not many people can be bothered... (like me - tut tut!) - Drink plenty of water to clear the toxins that were released during the massage. - Eat light foods for the rest of the day (eg. healthy, not a take-away from the local curry-house). - Cut down on tea, coffee & alcohol (obvious reasons I guess) - Avoid smoking (lol) - Rest so that your body can heal using the surge of energy that many people get after a massage. Massages are just really fun and relaxing and nice and.... I won't go on. :) Basically have fun and by all means incorporate them into your weekly routine (be it in relationships or with friends!!!). It's all about stimulation, muscular kneading and pounding (hehe). Have fun with your messy massages, Pooky (It is also a very bad idea to massage people with cancer as this can help the spread through the lymph)
I know there are many varied opinions and senstive spots all to be found on the controversial subject of abortion, but I've decided to talk about my experience to help people understand a little better exactly what it involves. All I ask of you is respect for my right to speak on this subject the way I see it.. (thank-you) It all started in late December - it all came at once - a strange feeling in the lower torso when I stretched, feeling slightly sick after meals and of course - the apparent absence of the period.... Fear, confusion and depression followed in choppy waves. After buying a home pregnancy test, my suspicions were confirmed - I was pregnant at 18 years old, as stupid as it may sound the self-absorbed question inevitably came along "Why me?" - I'd always used protection and I was on the pill, but here I was pregnant just as my desired university course accepted me... Then the other questions came along - each one as important as the following. "How will I provide for the child?" "How will I still be able to go to University?" "Would it understand my decision whatever it would be?" (I know it may be hard to understand some of these questions as most people would have to be in the same situation to fully comprehend the confusion, etc). Note that all the questions seemed very positive to the idea that I would keep the child. I think this is because every mother-to-be wants very much so to keep the child (expected or not) and care for it as best they can. I decided not to speak to anyone except those who really needed to know (boyfriend, both sets of parents and of course the doctors) as I didn't want too much of other people's opinions to sway me in what was a very personal and long-lasting decision - the consequences of which would be with me till the day I die. My mother was not as supportive as I'd hoped and aft
er hours upon hours of discussions, arguements, blckmail and tears I decided to go ahead and have an abortion. My reasoning is as follows (this is not meant to be an excuse, but more of an explanation to why some people may choose this option); o I was 18 years old - I've looked after children and babies plenty of times, but I doubted that I'd be ready for my own. o I'd been quite ill (glandular fever and a kidney problem) in the period of that year and was advised by the doctor that going through with the pregnancy could be damaging to me and/or the baby. o I had no means of supporting the child financially and had no-one who could help me out with this materialistic, yet unavoidable aspect of caring. o My boyfriend at the time was not in a steady job and was confused as well. One minute he was supportive to my swaying and then totally against it the next... I started to trick myself into thinking that through some miracle I could support myself and the un-born child without anyone's help and that everything would turn out great - after all - I knew I was capable of looking after a child except for the financial and housing aspect, but after a lot of thought - it is these two things that determine a lot about the quality of life that someone leads. I went to hospital on a Wednesday afternoon. It was probably the most daunting thing that I have ever confronted - myself and my beliefs. I have always been cautious on the subject of abortion - I was very much an inbetweener - As far as I was concerned - it should be a woman's (informed) choice whether or not to concieve, but I thought that I would never have an abortion, myself. The procedure was over in minutes and as horrible as it may sound - I was happy that I could proceed in my quest for my ideal life (university, job, travel, eventually children and a happy family). All the girls I'd met that day were in si
milar dilemmas, all of us were confused and scared, yet impatient to undergo the procedure we all hated the thought of - an unspoken invisible bond formed between many of us that day and I can't really describe it to you - even to myself. You see, when I have children I want to give them the best I can, ideally I'd have a good job and a steady income, a good and loving man as the father and a big house on a hill somewhere.... I know that the chances of this happening are slim to nothing, but that is what I am aiming for and I won't let anyone - not even myself, persuade me to think any different. As basically as I can possibly state this - My story was not to change any opinions or re-evaluate one of the stories of many women's lives that is abortion. I just hope that somehow my warbling on about my experience helps you understand a little as to what a person may go through (as I know everyone is different). Did I regret having an abortion? No I didn't - I don't think many people do... Although you feel that all your reasoning at a time like that is extremely distorted and biased - you almost always make the right one. Occaisionally I feel sad about not giving out a 'chance' card if you like - but I know that my child would not have had as nice a life as will be possible in the future.. Thank-you for reading about my experience and I hope that anyone out there who has gone through the same thing is happy and has been able to cope as well as I have.
Situated on the South coast (as you probably imagined from the name) Southampton is the perfect place for pretty much everything and everyone. ***Attention all Shoppers!*** Okay, well first of all there are the shopping facilities - with the brand new West Quay shopping mall claiming it's fame from being the second largest indoor shopping facility in Europe. With it's sleek design and hundreds of shops it's a definate must for all avid shoppers (Just make sure you bring your own bin as the few they have in there barely cater for the thousands that flock there daily). West Quay shopping centre also has a creche if you'd rather go shopping without the worry of losing your children or your money (but Muuuuuuuum! I really NEED that!) West Quay contains all the shops you need, catering for everything from designer clothes to furniture, wacky gadgets to jewellery, not to forget the many high street shops like Waterstones, Gap, and John Lewis to name but a few. If you're more of an outside shopper who likes a bit more space and peace, then Above Bar shopping is for you. There are a number of smaller shopping malls (Marlands, Bargate and East street centre) which hold various shops including a few speciality and "odd" bits and bobs (a few favorites include - Jacaranda which sells "ethnic crafts and clothes" andn Withit) ***Drinkers and Dancers!*** If you're looking for clubs and pubs instead of shopping, you won't be disappointed either. Southampton is a culturally diverse city and there are many places to socially interact with other weird and wonderful people. Again, there's something for everyone - from rock and alternative clubs (Nexus and Dungeon) to dance (Ikon, Diva), garage and soul clubs and a few gay bars found at the top of the high street. Most clubbers get on reasonably well although the occaisional alcohol-driven brawl is ine
vitable. If you're not driving back 'home' and need a taxi - it's a good idea to book at least a few hours in advance, otherwise you might find yourself freezing in the cold for an hour or two... There are also plenty of those stylish kinda pre-club bars popping up everywhere - for a reasonably priced drink, a nice atmosphere and good food (Bar Risa, anyway!) these are THE places to go. Bar Med, Bar Risa, Cafe Sol and Jongleurs are just a few of the many along the high street. ***Budding connoisseurs!!!*** Sorry to disappoint you guys, but food in Southampton is basically the same as in any big city - you get the good and the bad. At the end of the day it's really a matter of your personal taste. There is a wide selection to choose from though. Restaurants range from Pizza Hut to La Lupa (Italian), Bella Pasta to Bar Risa and the Grande Harbour Hotel's cuisine to the local chippy van up the high street! ***Historian's treasure*** Before I forget - If you're into English heritage - you'll love the old Southampton walls (although many of these were destroyed when the new city was built). Tours are available from many travel agents in Hythe and Southampton. There are museums dedicated to 'old' Southampton and many of the old walls and buildings can be seen in a day's shopping (Get two things done in one go!) ***THE END - Well, almost*** Finally, if you're looking for a quiet day out away from Southampton, you have the choice of using the city's extensive public transport system to transport you to a quiet and peaceful place - The New Forest (about 30 mins - 1hr away from central Southampton on the bus or ferry) Hotels are great too - from 1st class to B&B's. Prices range from £15 a night to the slightly more expensive 3-figure numbers!!! (grande harbour hotel - v.posh) ***If you'r
e not sure on something about Southampton feel free to ask any questions I haven't already answered & I'll try my best to find out for you!*** Stay smily, Pookypop :)
I'm not usually a person to care much about the whole make-up scene, but I do know something good when I find it (Usually when I have to look mildy appropriate for an interview. Yup - Rush into Boots grab something interesting and vaguely useful looking off the shelf and rush to the check-out without a second's thought)! Anyway, I bought this nifty mascara with it's promise of longer lashes and gave it a try when I got home - now, although my eyelashes didn't instantly curl up and become huge and luscious looking like on the advert - I have to admit that it made a pretty good job of my not-so-heavenly looking lashes! :) I always buy waterproof mascaras as I find they usually have more dramatic and longer-lasting effects. Also - I have sensitive skin and my eyes are no exception, and although the mascara doesn't claim to be any good for sensitive skins I've had absolutely no problems with it at all. Jus' one more point to put forward! For all those people out there who have that awful nightmare of a morning when your mascara clogs and bunches up your lashes leaving you with 2 minutes before you gotta get off to work (yea - you must know what I mean!!!). The creators at Maybelline have saved us forever with a mascara clever enough not to make our mornings a misery. Maybelline may be so good because of their expertise and time in the make-up field (mainly eye products to begin with). After-all, they must have learnt a lot since 1917 when they launched their first every-day use make-up - Maybelline "CAKE" Mascara (Yup - I know - doesn't sound like a tempting buy to me either!) Oh!!! Of course - Remember - always change your mascara at least every 3 months (yea - like we all do that!) LOL Hope it's been helpful, Long-lashedly, Pookypop!
I first bought this perfume on a plane to the states - psssst - If you're a perfume addict this is THE best way of getting your smellies cheaper (except for the fell-off-the-back-of-a-truck jobbies anyway)! The reason I bought it was mainly 'cos I'd had a sniffle of it in a local perfume shop and liked it - not only that, but when you're sitting next to a smelly person on a plane for 12 hours, a bit of perfume doesn't half make you feel as one with the clouds!!! As we all know Presentation is a pretty large factor in the "smell" business and I found the bottle is both practical (eg. you can shove it in your bag without the worrie of anything breakin off!) and also aesthetically pleasing. The simple glass bottle with a nicely rounded shape pretty much displays the properties of the fragrance it contains - pure, subtle and refreshing - awww, isn't that niiice! Hugo for women is the perfect fragrance for most occaisions and it suits most people too. It's perfect for the new-comers to the whole perfume game as although it's fresh - it's also very subtle. Nearly forgot - the staying power of this perfume is pretty great too - lasts for pretty much a whole day making repeat applications a thing of the past. Always to be kept in mind when wearing perfume is the fact that the wearer usually becomes strangly unaware of the fragrance after the first 10mins to an hour after the initial application, so go easy on the squirtings (aliens seem to pick on people who smell strongly of any perfume - they find it offensive for some weird reason) Anyway - I've warbled on long enough now - Happy smelling, smily people. Pooky