FAQ

'weeslice' what's that about?

 

you look familiar...?

I get that a lot. I'm not sure why, it could be my chequered past career in event management and modelling. I've appeared in a music video for Boyzone (#vintage), hung out in an episode of Hollyoaks, been papped in Hello! magazine, and featured in an issue of Cosmopolitan and on the front cover of all the national papers. Oh and there was that one time I had to dress as an elf for eBay and hand out presents in Manchester Piccadilly at 5am.. but I was broke and the rent was due. Of course, it could also be that I just have 'one of those faces'.

 

WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE ON LOLA AND LOCKIE FOR BABY NAMES?

First time around I was convinced we were having a boy, so didn't really have any viable girl names (according to Big Slice, 'Bardot, Savannah and Blossom' were not suitable contenders). We ended up with a 36wk scan and decided to find out the gender, so were left with a few weeks to get our head around the reality of having pink instead of blue. While on a dog walk we spotted a collar on a fence post so I wandered over to have a look. The tag said 'Lola' and we both liked the sound of it (also, Barry Manilow). Lockie is an abbreviation of Lachlan. I have no idea where it came from.. but he should be happy Huckleberry only made it in as a middle name.. it was a close call.

 

what would a perfect day look like to you?

I'd wake up in my own bed naturally, rather than to the sound of small people screaming "MAAAAAAAAUUUM!" . Big Slice and I would hop on a flight to Paris, arriving just in time for breakfast at Angelina's on Rue de Rivoli. My beverage of choice is the stuff of chocoholic dreams; Le chocolat chaud à l’ancienne dit “l’Africain”

After breakfast we would jump back on a plane and fly to Sorrento, before taking the local bus along the Amalfi Coast. The cliff edge is a sheer drop and the view from the window as the driver expertly navigates the minuscule roads is both terrifying and amazing. In Positano we would take a boat over to the island of Capri and spend several lazy hours on foot, wandering down narrow streets, tasting wine, eating pizza by the slice, and pausing frequently to gaze out at the turquoise Gulf of Naples

As afternoon turned to evening, we would take a plane back home and enjoy an early dinner at The Witchery by the castle (always the Secret Garden, never The Library). Our first date cocktail bar has since been remodeled, so Big Slice and I would head home at this point, just in time to do the bath and bed routine for the piglets. Once they were covered in kisses, tucked up and snoring we would make a rum-based nightcap from our bookcase bar and settle down to read a book (me) or kindle (him) using John the chocolate lab (also snoring at this point) as a foot warmer.

 

HAS ANYONE EVER TOLD YOU, YOU LOOK LIKE A WELL-FED VERSION OF CARA DELEVINGNE?

Yes.