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Want to look like you're someone who 'keeps their options open'? How about looking straight out of a meathead/bimbo catalogue? Or maybe you're paying a visit to Essex and want to blend in with the locals. Well, fear not, my friends; here are some quick tips to get that Love Island look. For the gentlemen: Snazzy sunglasses. Got to protect yourself from the sun, after all. White, tight jeans. What else? The only time they're socially acceptable (in an ideal world that would be never ) is summer, so invest in the perfect pair of jeans to make you look like you've literally painted your legs white. Optional: pair with khaki t-shirt and loafers. Copious amounts of gel in your hair. Perfect for achieving that dream quiff. To achieve your dream 'do, live with a hair stylist like Kem. Oh, Kem. Matching his/hers infinity bracelets. Maybe pack a couple of extras just in case things go pear-shaped down the line.  Arm-to-chest tattoo sleeves. You don...

"It's amazing how nothing is happening but it feels like a lot is happening." - James Wreglesworth This TV show is dangerously addictive. I can thoroughly relate to the onslaught of memes from people who spend every day waiting for nine o'clock and their daily dose of Ibiza-themed drama. But for those of you that have missed an episode, or for fellow fans, I've done a review for each of the most recent eight episodes. Read 'A Prude's Perspective' if you want to know my take on the pilot. In episode two, a version of Spin The Bottle was played, featuring kind of disgusting shots of slow motion kissing. A statement was said about one of the islanders, and whoever the others believed it to be about got a kiss. It was very revealing (kudos to Dom and his foursome). Kem, who is steadfastly my favourite, especially as his freestyling trumps Marcel's entire music career, told a wee porky about Amber, saying her sleeping with two blokes in one night pu...

#DecisionTime #TheChoiceIsYours  - Jessica's text I can't say that I've ever watched an episode of Love Island before. I find 'reality' TV shows to be overall quite grating, with the exception of Made In Chelsea, but I tend to watch that for the majestic Mark Francis Vandelli. But now that I finally live in a student house with a telly (hooray) and I have a house mate that likes trash so much she has a HayU account (s/o to the fabulous Katy), I got to watch my first ever episode of Love Island. The show, featuring 'sizzling days and steamy nights' is hosted by none other than Harry Styles' older lady friend Caroline Flack, who is the human equivalent of a tuna sandwich. Couldn't they have got someone with good banter to host this show? Flacky just kind of stood there cracking bad 'jokes' and dropping in the odd comment about faithfulness and how gorgeous all the women are. 'Gorgeous' is a term I'd use very loosely as wel...