Much Delayed

Hello friends! I do apologise to the 3 people who read this blog, although apparently I have more, when meeting up with people I haven't seen for a while, they mention things I have written on my bloggings. Bless.

What have I been up to... being a general nifty person. LFW press, more press events, lots of writing, lots of sending frantic emails to Marc...

Life is going well. I had so many couplets of words in my brainz and they're all gone for some reason! I shall endeavour to remember.

Friendly Fires

Best White Boy Dancing EVER.

Fashion Show

I remember styling 16 people, and having no help.

Sheesh. I got mad skills then.

Yeah I got a Polaroid.

I'M BAAAACK

YO YO MAH HOES GUESS WHO'S BACK!

Not just Jay Z, but I. Returned from my sojourn in NY (fortnight) not long enough. Will have to start making concrete plans to move over there. Decisions decisions.

Still jetlagged, but it is nice to be back where people don't speak American. I miss air conditioning on the subway though.

I've always noticed when people are in a good mood, people always question them like 'Why are you in a good mood? Everything's shit.' It is sooooooooo much easier to spread a bad mood around than a good mood. Why is that?

I am now refreshed enough to re-evaluate my pessimism. A little bit is good, but not too much. Positive feelinz must be maintained.

And it was sunny today in London, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Also never fly with Virgin, they suck. Shit food, reduced legroom, and fat bastards who sit next to you and take up all the room then have the audacity to poke you in the back.

Kanye West

What a cocky shit. He just makes himself look like a fool.

STOP STORMING STAGES.

What a buffoon with no manners.

Sprained Wrist

Cos I am thick, I left my laptop on the floor.
I then proceeded to trip over it and fell on my left wrist. God bless Diana, she didn't lmao, like I would have and did.
NOW I HAVE SPRAINED MY LEFT WRIST. WHAT A DUMBASS I AM TO DO THAT IN THE COUNTRY THATS HATES THE NHS.

Rankin Live

So got my shot done. Rankin is such a sweet, genuinely nice guy. Although the intern he was bawling out probs didn't think so.

First lot of pictures were absolutely shit, Rankin told me to cheer up and told me I looked like a 15 year old after he asked how old I was. But his crew told me it's the highest compliment he could give. Cheers. Almost bawled when someone said I looked like Cassie. *shudders*

Bit of lippy helps all confidence issues. Rankin picked this one, because he said I have a pure look and a very pretty face. What a sweetheart.

Robert Pattinson

Poor guy. I bet he wished he just stuck to independant films and stayed poor and unknown, but retained his dignity.

No wonder he's so twitchy. Can you say stalker?

Didn't think I should rub salt in the wound by putting a sparkly picture up.

Jewish Rooms

So I'm staying with my mate Diana in Columbia, she is my New York BFF. Like totally.

In dorms, they have codes to get into their flats/swipe cards. Pretty standard.

But there is a phenomenon called JEWISH ROOMS. This is where you need a key. A card key.

That is because Orthodox Jews are not allowed to use electronics on Sabbath. Because it counts as work. No computers, dishwashers, calculators. You get the drift.

So they can't get in their rooms with their swipe cards. They need card keys. Which means Diana has to walk to Hartley to get authorised.

Jewish rooms. I will say no more than those two words.

This is a non-Jewish lock.




This is a Jewish lock.

Frat Parties

....are exactly how they are in the movies. Shit. Although this was a freshman party (why was I there I don't know why). They had cookies and pretzels and light beer, aww.

Got invited by a mate at Columbia, so took Shadi and her sis and best mate. They wanted to see a frat party, I was amused.

We stayed there for all of 20 minutes. There was an embarrassing white people dance off. It wasn't even decent, like Channing Tatum, or my mate Nick who's pretty good. It was that bad. Just think of white boys shaking their booty, wiggling their hips and dropping down and kissing the floor.

Americans can't seem to dance at parties, there were very embarrassing grinding going on, but more like swaying side to side and making a sandwich.

But you have to admire their tenacity, they have more game than British guys. Which isn't saying much.

So glad we don't have the Greek system here.

New York

Heading back to my somewhat other motherland for a fortnight. Sporadic updates, or possibly more. Depends really.

SO tired. Need break. Also need to finish packing. Argh.

Wasp Stings

I ain't never tried to hurt a wasp in my life. I don't run away from them, let them roam around on me, and do nothing.

Today a wasp stung me on my arm. It hurts. A lot. So I killed it.

Motherfucker. No more sympathy from me.