The Boy

I've just realised that in my last post, it was suggested my life was perhaps heading in a totally contradictory direction than what was originally set out in this blog. Rest assured that such dalliances with alcohol etc will remain minimal and will not compromise the integrity of this blog about sobriety and the joys of!

Yesterday I helped R Kid on a shoot in her studio. The extent of help was minimal. I stood around and did some test shots so the correct lighting could be decided on. Collected lunch. Picked up the hair stylist and read Purple. The model was a mega hottie. This is her blog:

http://headbandclub.blogspot.com

Went to Corsica studios on Thursday night with the wife. My main agenda was to perv on my new crush maybe even a engage in a bit of casual flirtation. However upon seeing my new love, I literally turned and ran away, hiding behind a wall. In all I failed miserably on accounts of perving and flirting. I have encountered The Boy 3 times in my life; enough encounters to develop an unrealistic crush on him . The first time was at R Kid's birthday party back in July, when I had no interest in him and thought he was kinda unmemorable. Secondly was last week, when I was beginning to think of him as less of douchebag and more in terms of fit, fanciable, hot male. This third encounter was probably my least favourite time in his presence. Now, I will have to pretend that I was not running and hiding and merely failed to acknowledge him (this lie will be quite unbelievable owing to his v tall stature.) Actual conversation could be hard from here on out as I am hopeless talking to boys I really fancy especially when mutual friends know of my intentions with said boy. Oh Gawddddddddddddddd.

In film and television news, I watched Antichrist yeasterday. If Strauby ever reads this I would very much like her to explain this film to me as she was the one who informed me of this film. I am in deed a bit of a philistine when it comes to arty films like this. I find it hard to understand if it had some deep underlying religious meanings or whether Lars Von Trier just wanted to make a scary horror film. Confused?!

More importantly though, Eastenders!! Darren Miller? Heath? Producing George Michael Trott.......Really? OMFG. I really don't think I can articulate my shock at this storyline, so I will just leave it there.

Need to get a Halloween costume sorted this week. I hate fancy dress, I really think I was born without the fancy dress gene. I am still in my goth schoool girl phase at the moment, so Craft characters and Wednesday and Morticia Adams are not really "fancy" dress for me. Hmmmmm??!!

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BIBS

Ohhhh sheeet. I have been away from the blog for sooooooooooooooo long. I bet you guys have missed me. Jokes. Anyways, no internet for two weeks in the Stokey mansion + full time workage = less time to blog. But don't worry, after a little reinspiration from Big In The Heath Blogger, Newbs, I'm ready to go and hold on to your butts ( wanted to get that JP quote in there) I've got a big blog.

Firstly, work is brillers. I do very much enjoy spending my evenings watching bands and perving on fit boys. My no drinking at work rule has pretty much exited through the Macbeth's window and I would hazard a guess that my units of alcohol consumption per week has quadrupled. I'm quite sure that given another month I will frequently be found on the roof terrace with a Le String around my arm and a spoon between my toes. Great.

There have been a fair few good bands on at work; the best one thus far would be Band of Skulls

http://www.myspace.com/bandofskulls

I kinda fancy the girl Emma due to her immense long and ganglyness. She reminds me of what I would look like if I could actually play an instrument. What was even better about BOS was that they have a song on the new Twilight soundtrack. I got talking to the drummer and told him of my long time love for R Pattz and he kindly invited me to the soundtrack party in November, where potentiality R Pattz will be and in the moment of seeing me will ditch his skanky gf, come home with me, impregnate me with his vampire sperm and and live happily ever after in Stokey.

Plan B will be something like go to the party, swoon in the absence of R Pattz, get taken home by the paramedics and go back to work the next day. Cool.

On Saturday I attended my first squat party. It was grimey to say the least. The

Macbeth crew and myself arrived at about 4am and I was kinda expecting to find the party winding down with everyone's ketamine taking, inducing vacuous holes in their brains. But to my surprise the party was in full swing, granted there were a lot of K rooms and bodies toppled onto each other but the main area was definitely still pumping. Antics included kneeling a lot and dancing like Shakira, running around the house with my crazy ass mate Miss Mascara and finding as many fuse boxes to shut down as possible. In all, the Squallyoaks party was pretty spesh.

Ooh just heard that The Horrors are hosting NYE at the Macbeth which will be fucking sweet. I am working the AA Halloween party next Saturday at The Black Lotus where I think I will come dressed as a paedophile and perv on young trendy boys. Amazers. Off to meet the mother for tea and inform her of my demise since moving to London. She will not be happy.

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