The Bus Driver Conspiracy

I swear that all London bus drivers have a conspiracy against me. Yesterday I waited 15 minutes for the bus, and unfortunately my Oyster card beeped indicating low funds, but the bus driver waved me through. Thinking he'd done me a favour, I went to sit down but then he got up and shouted at me in front of everyone! The waving had apparently been a 'get out the way until everyone else has paid' wave. I went to pay cash, but alas my wallet had only coppers. So he made me get off and walk, mean! I was quite late for work.

Today I wanted to avoid walking in the rain so I opted for the bus again, making sure I had sufficient cash. Guess how long I waited for? 50 MINUTES! Does that sound like 'every 8 minutes' to you Mr Bus Driver? Hmmmm? I don't think so!

Booooo to London buses.

Why???

Why do guys say they're going to call then not call?! I know the usual answer - "He's just not that into you". But I don't think that's the case; he appears to be even more into me than I am into him! Apart from the three days in a row when I hear nada... boooo. Boooo to boys and their fickle ways.

I'm just going to carry on with my super active social life until he realises how desperately he misses me and bombards me with lovely presents and diamonds.

That might be slightly wishful thinking.

Trouble in Paradise

Hellooooo, here I am, nobody panic.

This week's been a bit disappointing considering how fabulous my life usually is. It's been bliss for the last month with the boyfriend; I have to change my bedsheets very regularly these days, all that shagging is taking its toll on them. But I've barely got to see him this week, and I'm getting so sexually frustrated that I've started peeling labels off things and comfort eating. Dangerous! Can't see him until Sunday so I am officially sulking.

Keiran has been all distant lately, not sure what's wrong with him. He seems a bit depressed, maybe because his job's all over the place. I just need to find him a nice sexy man to take his mind off it...

Must have that gold quilted dress in the window of Blondie at the moment. Nobody touch it, that's mine!!!

(I want to swim in these)

Phew!

Wow, sorry I didn't give you any juicy details. It's now been a few weeks since my last post and I can happily say that it's because I've been too busy shagging! Having an awesome time.

I'm also quite chuffed that I've found a new local. Living in Aldgate, there aren't really any nice bars around unless you go down to Brick Lane or into Shoreditch. But they've just opened this place near Aldgate East station called The Zeppelin Shelter. It ticks all my boxes; cheap(ish) wine, fit barman, balcony, pool table. I like the upstairs best. Hurrah, no longer must my heels carry me a mile to the nearest haunt!

God bless pubs.

x

Woooo

Date tonight, I'm excited! Already know what I'm wearing, just wish I'd had that wax this week after all. Will have to put up with shaving. I'll let you know how it goes.

P.S - Keiran has Swine Flu, oh no!

Grrrrrr

I HATE THE RAIN!

Whoops

Hmmm. Now don't go worrying, I'm not going to get hooked on laxatives. But a friend of mine recommended drinking 'Laxatee' once a month to have a good clear out (they're tea bags with natural ingredients - you can but them at health food shops). I tried it for the first time last night, planning just to have one clean mass evacuation this morning. But now I'm at work and still have the worst squits! I'm having stomach cramps too, that can't be good.

The taste wasn't too bad once I put honey in it - it's quite bitter on its own. Hopefully I will have finished my runs by Saturday, got a date! Plus, I can feel a huge spot coming on my chin, it is most unwelcome. Humph.

Date

I phoned the sexy guy yesterday, we're going to go out for dinner on Saturday night. No idea where though, he said I can choose. Decisions! He hasn't lived in London very long so I might show him the delights of Shoreditch. Fingers crossed that sparks fly...

Here's a big kiss for you - X - just coz I feel like it!

Shiiiiit

My phone is RUBBISH! Apart from never having any signal and messages just sitting in my outbox, my alarm has now decided not to work. I didn't wake up until 10am! So late for work, but the boss isn't here till later so I might just get away with it if nobody blabs.

Rain rain, go away, come again another day.

Double hangover

When will I learn?! I was a good girl and stayed in on Friday night, but then went out on Saturday and Sunday - I must have spent about £200. Ooooh dear, my overdraft is gonna feel that!

I met a sexy guy on Saturday night, and it turns out he lives just down the road from me. Score! He paid for my drinks and my taxi, very gentlemanly. I just hope he's as good looking as I remember when I'm sober...

I had a bit of a shock on Sunday morning when I saw a mouse on top of my wardrobe! Mocking me from the top of its castle with its twitchy little nose. I usually quite like mice, but not when they get near my clothes! There is no food there, why can't he hide in the kitchen like normal mice?! I don't want to set any inhumain traps, but something will have to be done. I don't want to find little droppings in my Alexander McQueen clutch.

Yay!

Aha, I had a comment this morning asking if I'd lost weight - hurrah! This is only the beginning baby, I shall have a truely desirable figure.

I'm trying to decide where to go out tonight; Keiran went to Brighton Pride with his brolly, but I ended up staying here, so I now have no plans. What to do? I'm thinking somewhere that there is lots of handsome men and nice wine. Any ideas?

Can't wait to go see 'Coco Before Chanel' - she's my idol. Love Coco and Audrey Tatou, double whammy!

Am I too excitable?

The Eternal Optimist

I just can't help it. Even when things look bleak, I always find a silver lining. Some of my more pessimistic friends get infuriated with this quality, but it's one of my favourite things. A situation that looks dreadful to one person might look not so bad to me, and a situation that seems alright is probably great in my book!

Now don't get me wrong, I do still like to have a little whinge now and then. But when it comes down to it, I know how lucky I am and how great my life is. And I'm so thankful :-)

Will Power

I'm well chuffed today; my grandma sent me a skirt she's made. Now don't snigger - there's no wooly reindeer jumpers. She's a cool grandma. It's kind of a vintage nautical print, and nobody else has got one! :-)

My diet is going super well this week, I've been so good. Vegetable soup for lunch today. I have also been well behaved in the spending department (excluding that ASOS order); I haven't been out since Saturday, no week day drinking for me. Check out my will power!

Stumped

I'm kinda stumped on these get rich quick schemes. Drawing up blanks.

Was planning to trot along to Brighton's Gay Pride Parade at the weekend but the forecast is for heavy rain - boo! I don't even own an umbrella since the last one blew inside out and snapped. Perhaps I shall stick around London town. save the train fare.

God I want a snog. And a cuddle. Humph.

Save

As if dieting isn't enough effort, I now have another goal; save £400 by September. A girlfriend and I are planning a last minute booking, somewhere hot for a week. I have a bad habit of spending my overdraft, so when payday comes I'm only taken back up to zero. Ooops...

I counted my dresses this morning and I have 60, plus that many pairs of shoes, so I think I should stop shopping for a while, that will help. Oh, it hurts already! Also, packed lunches are a double whammy - money saving and a chance to be healthy. And last but not least... ebay! Goodbye junk :-)

Out

Had such a great time this weekend! Love my girls, and all my gay boys. Drank lot of vodkas, danced like a diva and walked home in the morning light, high heels slung over my shoulder. Don't worry, I kept an eye out for broken glass.

When will I learn to control my will power whilst under the influence? There's this lush take away in Hoxton that I always succumb to when I'm trashed - cheese & bacon burger, toasted bun. Bad Kat! Restarting diet today (good old Mondays).

Gory details

I'm out on the town tonight with my girls, will probably be seeing the girl I mentioned in my last post. I wonder if it's possible to extract all the gory details without causing offence? I'm morbidly curious...

She's an escort!

Wooooah, I just found out that a girl I know is working as a London escort! She's kind of a friend of a friend, but I've met her loads of times and never would've guessed. She's pretty and Polish, but she usually seems kind of shy. I can't imagine it. So that's how she afforded that Louis Vuitton handbag...

Blanks

Oh dear. I've been having more memory black outs recently when I get drunk; I used to be ok, but lately I have big gaps missing from my night. I mean big ones, like I can only remember 1 hour out of 4. That can't be good? I might be concerned that I'd had my drink spiked if it had only been once, but the occurence is becoming more and more regular...

Fun

Ah, that was fun. Two outspoken girls and two raging homosexuals makes for very interesting dinner talk! The topics were graphic bordering on gruesome - some of the specifics I really could've done without hearing! Actually, I feel a little queasy just thinking about it...

But the food was good, the wine was great and the company was unbeatable - love those guys!

Make time for your friends people, it's so worth it x

PJs

Pajama party tonight, yeeeeah! Wine, food, good friends and good times x

Bruno

Hmmmm, wasn't sure what to make of Bruno. I did laugh out loud at some parts; sometimes from shock, sometimes at the oh so true cliches about gay men. I have quite a few gay friends, and some of the mannerisms are spot on! But others are a bit far fetched...

I just drank a glass of water and missed my mouth, pouring most of it down my cleavage. Whoops.

House Party

What an awesome night last night. The falling down the stairs (again) wasn't so awesome, but my non-mixing of alcohol has successfully reduced my hangover substantially! Everyone looked fabulous, some gorgeous dresses about. Shame there wasn't that many gorgeous men but you can't win them all.

I woke up today with an enormous bruise on my butt - not the best look. But one that I sport far too often...

I've ordered 'Gormenghast' on DVD, remember it being an amazing drama, just magical. I recommend it to anyone who likes a bit of dark fairytale.

Off for a nap, methinks x

Temptations

Why is there so much naughty food around to tempt me? I'm trying to be good, and I only want to lose 10 lousy pounds, but everytime I drop a couple I slip up and binge on something naughty. Damn Brick Lane, damn Cadburys and damn Haagen Daaz. Hooray for cucumber and carrotts.

I shouldn't be going to Tranny Shack mid week, I'm about to fall asleep at my desk. Oopsie.

Silly Body

I really could've done with some sleep last night, you'd think my body would know that. But nooo, I had to lie awake raking over stupid stuff in my head. Past things that I can't change, that only upset me to think about.

Feeling grotty today. I curled my hair, then got rained on. Not a great start to the day. I think I need to escape to a nice hot country, somewhere far away from city stress. Don't get me wrong, I do love London. But I'm knackered!

Zzzzz.....

Sleep Deprived

That weekend went too fast! I drank far too much (no surprises there) and didn't get nearly enough sleep. I have 4 new fabulous dresses, have managed to wear 2 of them so far. I feel so blessed that I can pull off canary yellow!

Back at work today but sooo don't want to be here. I need another weekend to recover from this one! I'm recovering by consuming lots of vitamin C. Eat your oranges.

Yippeeeeeee!

This week has gone really fast, brilliant stuff. I may have fallen off the wagon last night and eaten 2 cookies, but I think a jog should balance that out. Planning a night out with Kieran and Lucy, should be fantabulous. No idea what to wear yet...

Super Thursdays

I've always liked Thursdays. Far away from Monday, still with the whole weekend to look forward to.

Finding it hard to get any work done at the moment as I am so engrossed in the Twilight books - I'm on the fourth one now. Sat there reading til 1am last night with my mouth hanging open! Riveting stuff.

Enough babbling for now, laters x x

On My Way

Hurrah, I've only been dieting 2 days and I've already lost 2lbs! Must keep it up, get a buff body then bag myself a millionaire. That's my game plan!

Diet

Oh, I started a diet yesterday and I'm HUNGRY! I haven't been starving myself, just majorly cut down and only eating healthy stuff. But I hate it, I miss biscuits! I only have 10lbs to lose so it shouldn't be too traumatic... Just don't mention cake within my earshot. ALRIGHT?!

Fickle

I have a few questions.

1. Why is 'The Grand Old Duke of York' stuck in my head?

2. Will England ever see a week straight with no rain during the summer?

3. Why are women so fickle?

You might be scratching your head at that last one, as I am indeed a woman. But I even find myself annoying! I keep going on one or two dates with perfectly nice guys, and then I get bored and can't be bothered to see them again. But the guys I really do like are the ones I can't have, who already have girlfriends or live abroad.

Damn my fickleness!

Weekend, Yeah Baby

I just love weekends. As a teenager I used to waitress every weekend, so Saturdays were synonymous with work. But not anymore! Now that I'm a city girl, I slog away during the week and play HARD at the weekend. Fun fun fun.

Meeting a big group of friends tonight so I suspect a large volume of vodka will be consumed, and someone will most likely flash their pants. That's just the way it goes.

Hope you have as much fun as me...

Snogging

He was a gooood kisser. I must stop writing repeated vowels in the middle of words, it could become boooooring very quickly. I shall stop now.

Anyway, it seemed like ages since I had a good snog so I'm quite chuffed.

By the way, any couples interested in going to another swingers party? It's a bit of a long shot on my barely read blog, but you never know who's perusing the inter web!

Date tonight

Wish me luck, I have a date tonight. I met the young man in in question on Saturday night, and somehow persuaded him to remove his shirt in the nightclub. Niiiice body. x

Owwwwwwww!!!!!!!!

Eeeee, there's something in my eye and it stings! What is it??? Yowwwwwwwlll : (

Joke

In the spirit of my last blog, I thought I should share this old classic with you:

There once was a little pink lady.  She had a little pink house and
a little pink dress and a little pink dog. This lady sold avon.
 One day the lady was walking down a street selling her avon when
she came across a little red house.  She pressed the doorbell.
 In this little red house lived a little red man.  He was having a
bath in his little red bathtub when he heard his little red doorbell ring.
 "There goes my doorbell!" he said to himself as he clambered out
of his little red bath.  He grabbed a little red towel and put it around
his waist and walked down his little red stairs to his little red door.
 But, when he opened the door, his little red towel slipped and fell
off.  The little pink lady screamed and ran out across the street.  A car
coming down the road and hit her and she died.

Moral: Never cross the street when the little red man is flashing.

Rant at THAT lorry driver

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! I usually walk to work, but on the days that I'm running a bit late (which I confess, is on a fairly regular basis), I take the bus. The stop is on the other side of the road, and I have to wait for two green men to cross due to the constant traffic. However, one lorry decided to park all the way across the crossing, blocking our way. His front was too close to the busy junction, and my efforts to cut behind him were thwarted by his sudden decision to start reversing. By the time we all found a way to cross, my bus was just pulling away. Stupid lorry driver! I had to jog the rest of the way in flip flops, no easy task.

On a lighter note, it's almost lunchtime and I plan to get better acquainted with a toasted ciabatta. Yum.

Back to Normality

Sometimes I crave normality. But not today - I'm still pining for the wild antics of Friday night! Monday, clouds and work really bring you back to the present and remind you that you are just a nice, normal girl on an average wage in an average part of London. Oh where are my diamonds and topless champagne waiters? Hmmm?!

OH. MY. GOD.

I did it. I went to one of the most exclusive Swingers Parties in London. Little old me! Still baffled at how I got on the guest list, you had to submit a photo first to make sure you're gorgeous enough. I thought about taking a girl friend with me, but not everyone's open minded, so thought I'd play it safe and go alone. I was bloody terrified. In the taxi there, my knee was going frantically. I had a couple of vodkas to ease my nerves, but was so worried about being left out if everyone was in couples.

It turned out that I had the best night of my life! It was so surreal, but wonderful. Imagine an amazing nightclub - DJ, champagne, dancing... then throw in a beautiful crowd of people, a jacuzzi and a whole lot of sex. We were all wearing those venitian masks which made it even more surreal. I didn't think that things like this happened in real life! Wow. Met a couple of gorgeous men who I exchanged numbers with; one had a girlfriend with him but she didn't mind at all.

Who would've thought. Me, at a swingers party. Surrounded by gorgeous, rich people. Awesome.

Crept up

Ooooh me God, it's crept up on me. 'Seduction' party is tomorrow. Tomorrow! Tonight will be waxing, plucking, exfoliating, buffing, moisturising. I shall be divine.

Keiran knows all about it, and is already expecting all the gritty details afterwards. Eeeeeeeee!

Wish me luck. Next time you speak to me, I'll be wonderfully defiled : )

x

Brownies

God bless Marissa. She's one of my girlfriends. Not only is she a fabulous cook, but she's also a little bit of a stoner. However, I don't complain as she sometimes brings me a fabulous batch of 'special' brownies. We had some last night with the boys next door and got the best giggles. Only problem with eating it is, when you get the munchies an hour later, you look around the flat and go "oooh, brownies. Yum." And so the viscious circle begins. Giggle, munch, giggle, munch. We could all end up very happy and fat, without jobs. Hehe.

Luckily, the batch ran out eventually, and we all fell asleep in a bundle. I was only a little bit late for work, and my head's only a little bit groggy. Good times : )

Counting down

3 days to go until my sexual extravaganza. Awesome.

I really wanted to tone up before the event so that my body looked really buff, guess I've left it too late now! Must work my curves. No pizza for me!

Excitement

I'M EXCITED, I CAN'T WAIT TIL FRIDAY!!! Is anyone else going to 'Seduction'? I shall see you there... x

Lush

Oh yes. It was lush. I stayed home alone, watched Zoolander on the tele and fed the washing machine. Then went for a bit of internet porn, featuring Eva Evangelista. That girl is very enthusiastic!

If you've read this blog before, you might have seen me mention a hush hush masquerade party where I can get my rocks off. Anyway, I somehow managed to get on the guestlist for next Friday! Cannot wait, it's going to be mad. These things don't only happen on 'Eyes Wide Shut' you know...

And another

Yet another late one for me, I don't think my body is very happy with me! I am very much looking forward to lounging at home in my PJs tonight, oh yes. I don't care if it's the weekend, I miss my bed!

Gorgeous

I met a gorgeous guy at a party last night. Was quite bored as Kieran was horribly late and left me standing by myself, but this young man caught my eye. He said he liked my over-the-knee socks, I let him buy me a drink in appreciation of the socks. I said I liked his lips, he let me give him a snog in appreciation of the lips. A rather good night, I'd say!

Likes & Dislikes

I like shopping.

I like cups of tea.
I like sex.
I like diamonds.

I dislike rain.
I dislike working.
I dislike the lack of handsome men in my bed.
I dislike marmite.

Do you feel like you know me better?

Monday Monday

It ain't so bad. I don't see what all the fuss is about.

Evil Booze

I have a love/hate relationship with alcohol. I love it on Saturday night, and hate it on Sunday morning. My head is very unhappy with me, and don't quite remember where I found this traffic cone that has materialised in my bedroom. Oops a daisy. I must stop being such a piss head!

Getting Buff

Right, I have approximately two weeks until the big event. I need to get buff quickly; gorgeous skin all over, hot figure, luscious hair... any tips? I fully intend on being the centre of attention at this party.

Pampering ahoy!

SUMMERTIME!

Can you believe that summer's here already?! I actually have a bit of sunburn on my shoulders, how absurd. Didn't anyone tell my skin that we live in England?! I'm not exactly fair, I shouldn't burn. Harrumph.

Anyway, enough about that rant. A little bit heart broken today because the vintage polka dot dress I had my eye on has disappeared from the window and been snapped up by some other lucky bugger. I must warn you, if I see you wearing it in the street I may have to wrestle you for it. It SO had my name on it!

On a lighter note, Wednesday means night in - gossip girl and Desperate Housewives. Might even go crazy and do a face mask. Gorgeous!

The mask

So I've ordered myself a beautiful venetian mask, which I intend to wear to one of these parties I mentioned before. Almost peed my pants laughing at Gossip Girl this week; Chuck Bass had flash backs of a sordid, masquerade orgy in a mysterious mansion... that doesn't just happen on TV! I will be there, living the twisted dream...

No good getting myself all worked up now, it's the wrong time of the month for me to get satisfaction. Bloated, urgh.

Cup of tea time!

Bad combo

Champagne. Weed. Shisha. Headache.

When 3 buses come at once

This isn't fair. Last night I had nothing better to do than sit at home and masturbate, whereas tonight I have 3 different invitations! I really should be at home packing so I can go visit the parents this weekend, but you and I both know that's not going to happen. I shall choose the most tempting offer, consume my own body weight in alcohol, eat a nasty take away from Brick Lane then whinge all weekend about how fat I look because of it. Oh yes, you've been there.

P.S - I am not actually fat, I'm a perfect 10 if you must know. But you'll just have to trust me on that.

I'm There

Ok, I've done the research, I am so there. Will fill you in after I've been in a couple of weeks.

Now more importantly, please may someone stop me buying yet another vintage dress?? It's becoming a real weakness!

I need a snog. Feels like ages since I had one. Maybe I should try going to straight bars? Keiran has much more success than me at the moment...

Tra la la la la x

Debauchery

Everyone fantasises about threesomes. Most guys brag about threesomes. But I wonder how many people have genuinely had one? Personally, I've had three. Each time has been with one bloke and another girl, and I think it's about time that I tried two men. It is a little more difficult, as straight guys tend to be a bit funny about fucking in front of another one. And they may well squabble about who gets which hole. But you only live once, and I'm making it my mission to experience it this way round.

Perhaps one of these new, upper class sex parties that are all the rage is the way forward. A couple of my friends have been to events like Killing Kittens, Seduction and Fever, where London's beautiful people congregate in a posh venue and submerse themselves in Champagne and debauchery. Sounds right up my street. None of these middle aged swingers parties, where you're likely to end up in a bed with your old geography teacher or the man who runs the corner shop. Yuck. I want the creme de la creme. Man on man on me, my next mission!

Anticipation

I'm excited, but I don't know why. It feels like anticipation, like something great's coming. Love it. That's what I get from this city, I think I draw from its energy. Me and London, meant to be.

WANT IT NOW!

I've seen this cute vintage shop down Commercial Street, and I want everything inside so bad! There's a ruffled pink dress in the window at the moment, with my name on it (not literally, that might seriously decrease the value). I've never been inside, as I'm always running late for work and am sprinting past, then it's closed when I pass in the evening. Sucks. Set your alarm, woman, glamour calls!

I have a slight complaint to make. Porn. Why, in this day and age, is it still aimed only at men? Of course I appreciate the beautiful girls, thier surgically enhanced breasts bouncing up and down: it's the stallion they're riding that I have a problem with. The men in pornography are generally chosen for the size of their cocks and their ability to cum on demand. But can't they find guys who are good looking??? It really puts me off when the camera pans out, and some moustached gargoyle is pumping away at the poor Goddess speared on the end of his 9 inch penis. Honestly. As if she would do him in real life. I can't fantasise properly when it's so wildly unrealistic. He wouldn't even ger as far as licking her nipple.

Next time a man comes to fix the washing machine, make him an adonis, ay?

Unfair

This is not fair. My head hurts and I'm not even hungover! Maybe wine would fix it??

I'm considering going to Tranny Shack in Soho tomorrow night, it's been a while. You can't beat a boned corset that squeezes the life out of you and gives you a 22 inch waist. Gorgeous.

FB wanted

Oh. I want a new man to play with. Toys are all well and good, but it's not the same. The problem with me is that I get bored so quickly. I don't mean to be a heartbreaker, but I'm so enthusiastic at the beginning of a fling/relationship, then the novelty wears off and 2 weeks later I can't stand the sight of my 'beau'. It has been a while since someone really gave me butterflies, I miss that.

Come on London, there's plenty of fish here. Bring on the butterflies.

Memory Loss

Now I know there was vodka, and a large amount of people... Can't really tell you much more than that! From what I can deduct, a fun time was had by all and we're all equally hungover. I woke up in a bed with Keiran and Matt (a guy I've been dating casually), so who knows how much I got up to last night!

Now off in search of food, the cupboards are empty again...


P.S - My friend bought me a new vibrator, the Ann Summers 'Promises'. God bless that girl, can't wait to try it!

Now where's that cocodamol?

Wooooooooo!

Now that title took a lot of effort, considering the magnitude of my hangover. A fabulous time was had by one and all last night, and there were some amazing outfits. One of my favourites was a bald man who covered his whole head in diamonds! Bravo, sparkly slap head.

I had a dance on the stage with some transvestites, drank my own body weight in wine, then heavily made out with a well known homosexual man. Some of these gay guys are a little bit bi, methinks! It was great though, he is beautiful. I like a good snog.

Hope you're having a gorgeous day so far x

Excitement

I can feel it bubbling up inside me! Excitement that is, not gas.
I'm going to the Glitter Party at Pacha tonight, can't wait! I love an excuse to dress up to the extreme, the kind of outfit you can only wear after dark. I'm planning on going as the party suggests - covered in glitter. I shall be like Tinkerbell, shedding pixie dust wherever I go! A sparkling trail in my wake.

I'm going with my flatmate, Kieran. He's as camp as Christmas and enjoys the flamboyant gay scene almost as much as I do. Technically, I'm mostly straight - but do like to dabble a bit. I mean, who's going to say no to a nice pair of breasts? (Well actually, Kieran, for starters).

Hope you all have a stupendous evening, and remember: Don't eat mud.

Lots of love xxx

Which part of my ear?

So I got something pierced, but not really sure what it's called. The part of my ear that's above the trag, sort of inside. Looks good though! I found this sweet little place in Soho, underground. I love the smell of tattoos, nothing else like it. On discovering that I hadn't yet eaten, the tattooed stud muffin sent me back upstairs before he'd agree to pierce me. He didn't want a girl fainting from low blood sugar on his hands! Just outside, I found Ed's Diner, the 50s American eaterie. Love it! I played 'Twist & Shout' on the mini duke box and ate a slice of Pecan Pie. Check me.

Then he agreed to stick his giant needle through me.

In the evening, I made myself an elaborate head piece that I might wear this weekend - it loooks something like this:

Have a wonderfully glamorous day!

Cocktails

I don't care if it was a Monday or not, I wanted cocktails. Met up with a guy I haven't seen for literally years, and did a little bar crawl around Soho and Covent Garden. Had the sexy bartender in LAB make me something sweet with citrus, that went down very well indeed. Wish his pants had come down that easily, but you can't have it all I guess.

My outfit was rather extravagant; I went for head to toe gold with killer heels (which don't go too well with cobble stone roads). Some tourists came up to take photos of me, funny! They must have either thought I was famous or just a bit odd. Either's fine by me!

I'm bored now. Maybe I'll go and get something pierced.

Welcome

Well hello there, and welcome to my blog.

Unlike many, I have a very exciting life and I thought it was worth writing about. I'm sure you'd love to hear about it...

I'm a single girl living in central London, I'm bisexual and I like to party. Hard. Feel free to join me, you know you want to ; )

xXx