Three blogs a day..

.. just means I have too much time on my hands?


I've been catching up with blogs I follow over the past hour - after watching This Is England with AJ (dad) and before Wuthering Heights hits ITV1. I thought it a more productive and educational use of my time over watching X Factor re-runs. I have realised how much blogging has meant to me especially these past couple of weeks, and I admire the girls for the continuity, and genuine thought that inspires my day with each read.

HB needs to write more of her Parisienne exploits - different setting, different characters, different happenings in comparison to my tales of home. Single and fabulous in the city of Love - no wonder she has no time for sitting online on a bank holiday Sunday writing another blog. I miss her. October will be fun though, even though she has un nouveau chat a la maison. Bleurgh, i hate cats. I'm quite surprised MD (HB's housemate/playmate?) has not started a blog for Bombay Anna Saphire actually - after all, she has FB..

LEW's blogs makes me laugh. She blogs of wanting, and of fashion and culture - a real city girl if I ever knew one. I'm jealous of her eye for style. Rumour has it she has been published in the MEN - tha means she is almost famous! On the not-so-positive, she works in Starbucks, and doesn't drink Chai. Practically blaspheming if you ask me.

LJS - a fellow LJ - is another fashionista city girl. Her blogs are so organised, and well written - It puts my disjointed ramblings to shame. I'm jealous of her creativity with regards to her drawings and her photographs. I'm also insanely envious of her knowledge of film, and again of fashion - and her job at Benefit. So, I'm jealous of a lot of things! Mmm.. the things I would do to have a job at Benefit. Or at MAC. Or just somewhere ridiculously trendy like Selfridges. It's a shame I'm terrible at make-up-ing..

LB. A different spin on the events we both witness daily. Following all three of her blogs, she is similar to her Filey-Road-friends in the way she recounts her stories. She really landed on her feet when she was housed with that group of girls - so many people at university are not so lucky. Her skinny girl style is second to none. If she was a little bit taller, I really think she could be on BNTM. I've never known someone to know so much on celebrity style and gossip. We really should do more pub quizes or something..

So this blog is really a thank-you to you girls. Thank-you for providing me with ample reading material, and inspiration!


On a completely different note - I really want a jump suit.
Question: Ted Baker do a 'Back to School' range. - Who ever went to School wearing Ted Baker?!
Not me, and that's for sure!
Also, my Carvella shoes came from ASOS and are not nearly as fabulous as I thought they were going to be. There was a pair in Kurt Geiger today, but I couldn't bring myself to fork out on yet another pair of shoes, when I don't have any clothes!
Also - disappointed with Mulberry today - i was going to treat myself to a fabulous (cheap-for-Mulberry) handbag. That was until I realised, even at the Outlet, they would still cost my entire summer wages plus this years three installments of London region student loan! Hmph. I'm still living in hope I'll find someone rich enough to buy me one... If not, I'll settle for a Casio digital watch, a Curlywurly and a Jack's Mannequin T-shirt.

Wierd S bought me two DS games today. If I leave them in the wrapper, perhaps I could sell them online this week? That will be a couple of quid towards the arm-candy handbag I cannot afford..!

Fur Coat for this Winter. Yes, yes, yes!

I wish C-town was a city like MCR, where you could wear what you want without any sort of judgement. Like LDN. Like every other city. I want to be cool and effortlessly trendy. I'm such a dreamer...

The Beach.

Who knew a North Wales seaside 'resort' could be Britain's answer to the Hamptons!
Honestly, the wealth and the glamour is quite unreal.

Attractive boys, attractive girls - big cars and big houses.
Perhaps we don't need NY after all, ladies..

You heard it here first!

Right. Friday night.
Like an episode of Eastenders - not so South-East style!
Just a quick note before I start, no-one, not even the partakers remember what happened Friday night - I literally am the only one with the full story, much to the Rugby boys dismay!
And now you, blog followers, will know exactly what happened..

To kick it all off- my final day at work.
Leaving the office, after the cakes & lunching was pretty sad. AJ (boss) had tonnes to finish, so I escaped to the suburbs, for tea, and more cakes with the God Mother & her daughter, drama queen AO'B.
Another mansion, another pang of jealousy, and it was soon back to the office to retrieve the father for a final time.
This was when the fun began. Calls of EJ (Senior) throughout the day meant that she'd been a la alcohol for several hours, with boyf in tow. AJ and I decided takeaway was the only way to go for dinner, without AJ (female) to cook for us, and EJ (Jnr.) out for dinner. Waiting for the chinese, a quick dip into Spoons for a drink -we recieved the most strange of comments (my dad and I) with old men presuming I was his mistress..
Quickly leaving, after awkward looks and humourous comments - chinese onboard - it was homeward bound for chowing the food.
This was around 8pm - and both AJ and I had already recieved about 10 texts/calls a piece off EJ (Snr.) it was decided I'd be taxi for the night, and sack off any not-so-plans that i'd not-quite-made for my Friday night - even on my last day of work!
9pm - a quick drop in from LB (to pick up a blueberry muffin) and it was taxi away for EJ & GW from The Mercia. (A former working-mens club: dirty, sleezy, and very underage.) Walking in, sober, it seemed like I'd stepped on set. EJ (Snr.) disgustingly drunk, and GW following close behind - trying to get them to leave was an effort that I wasn't willing to make. So after talking it through - it was decided I'd return for them at 11, after meeting up with some of my own friends for a drink, prior to me having to pick up EJ (Jnr.) & boyf at 11.15.
Arriving at location for JB, TP (hotty), Bendy et al. it was a lemonade for the driver, and a quick chat. 10.45 came, and I thought it best to retrieve my sisters. Leaving the bar, it was back to the dive - and back to an even more drunken sister.
This was when it all really began.

EJ kitted out head-to-toe in my clothes, new drink in hand, had misplaced her Ted Baker coat.
Not wanting to leave, it took the best part of half an hour to round the pair up, with GW playing silly drinking games with familar boys - and EJ stumbling out of a verbal fight and into the boys toilets.. I was ridiculously embarrassed, and just wanted to go home. Finally, after crawling round on my hands and knees to locate the coat, we were set to leave. Finally.
By this time, it was 11.30, and i was getting calls from the younger EJ wanting lifts.
The mini does not cater for a dual fare, so it was an attempt to return home with EJ (Snr.) and GW that started the butterfly effect.

Before they came home, the drunken pair wanted food, so a detour was needed. I complied to the request, and driving past spoons to get to the Kebab house they started blagging about a final drink whilst I took EJ (Jnr.) and boyf home, spotting GW's twin sister at the bar.
Thinking this was the easiest option for me to have a quiet life, they bailed the back seat and I sat around for 10 minutes waiting on EJ (Jnr.) with my phone running out of battery (perfect) just as I'd got there. Deciding the best thing to do was go in and get her, EJ (Jnr.) and boyf were in no position to leave. Both, fag in hand, and new drink arriving I spotted JT and SW inside. A polite 'hello', and a few awkward comments, I was finally good to go; EJ (Snr.) was nowhere to be seen, and turns out she'd left her phone in the car..
A 10 minute each way drive took boyf home, and I was all set to pick up GW and Senior for the final time. It was then, on the return, I got a call from GW saying the pair had moved onto The Dolphin (more of a hovel than The Mercia- notorious for petty crime, and local behaviour) even though I was screaming at them not to leave Spoons... Too late.
On the town approach, it was drama, drama, drama.
EJ (Snr.) stood in the middle of the highstreet in hysterics, just as the police car pulled away from the HSBC. Putting two and two together, with her flying solo in her state, it was quickly learned that GW had been arrested for fighting and being drunk and disorderly.
Convincing EJ (Snr.) EJ (Jnr.) and I would sort it if she'd got in the car - we drove around the corner to the police station, where it was decided that I would try and bail him out - as the only one without a drink in my system.
The EJ's stayed in the car, and I had the Senior's phone, trying desperately to ring GW to see what was going on. The normal front door of the police station was closed, so after calling GW's house (with no success) and one of GW's friends that he had spent the night with (just as drunk) to try and get GW's brother's phone number - I thought the only thing I could do was go round to the custody cells to try and blag his way out.
A ten minute plea with the police man, and it was decided if he had calmed down, and complied with what the police said, he wouldn't actually have to stay in the cell for the night, but would be escorted home. Result!
Returning to the car - turns out EJ (Jnr.) was having trouble with EJ (Snr.) - unaware of what had gone on at the station. Silly me didn't lock the pair into the car, and Snr. was making her escape ploy, with Jnr. unable to restrain her.
A brawl in the street, and a police woman came outside the station - to the sight of the EJ's screaming at each other whilst I phoned my home to let AJ know EJ (Snr.) was on the verge of arrest. Apologies followed from Jnr. and I to the police woman for Snr's. behaviour - and she escaped the cells, still bawling and fighting the restraint efforts. Then, the police car left the station, with GW in the back seat, crying his eyes out.
Turns out - he'd fought a boy that called Snr. a drunken slag. Not surprising.
Escaping with a caution and an £80 fine - the pair of them crying - she tried to shout her way into the police car with him. The pair of police driving the car were obviously not having any of it, and more apologies from Jnr. and I followed, with the car leaving finally, and the three J's getting back in the car - after more arguments and fighting over taking her to the W house. Not happening now that AJ was up, and waiting.
Home, and it was disgusted remarks from AJ that sent Snr. to bed.

But, alas! The night was not over..

Turns out GW had been dropped off at home, but hadn't gone in - and had managed to sort himself - in his drunken state - a lift back down to my house. 10 minutes later, AJ clearly not having gone back to bed - heard a car door slam outside, footsteps on the landing to where Snr. was stood, fully dressed, phone in hand - 'i'm just going to get a glass of water'.
GW had arrived, and AJ started shouting - silly a.m.
GW ended up staying, with EJ (Snr.) now permanently labelled black sheep - AJ literally on the verge of throwing her out now.
One false move and I think she'll just be E, minus the J.

Drama, drama, drama.

Next day - the pair woke up - him with swollen face - sick on the floor - no apology came my way. And turns out her FB status made a joke of the whole fucking ordeal - even though neither of them remembered anything - and I spent the morning literally filling in the blanks.
I hate the fact she's the golden girl - the one that people talk about - the musical prodigy.
Fuck that!

Could only happen here!

The Office.

Last day of summer employment!

Hurrah!

AJ (boss, and father) generously sprung for lunch and subsequent M&S cakes. Not one, but TWO blueberry muffins (which p.s were incredibly moist and delicious) later - back to work on my final assignment.

After I make the tea.

I'm so full and the office is ridiculously warm today - I think maybe nap time is on the cards for this afternoon. Whoever invented working post-food was a ridiculous man!



Last night was a lot of fun.

Rendevous chez- Wetherspoons with the boys pre-them going out out, and of course topics quickly turned to blogging, previous nights events, and post-previous night discussions. Naturally, SMJ was a hot topic, and one bottle of wine down the road - turns out LB had been hiding the fact SHE HAD HIS NUMBER THE ENTIRE TIME!

So, I decided to text SMJ. Obviously, I didn't get a reply. I can't believe that I only just found out that she had his number! I kind of feel betrayed that such valuable information was only divulged last night- after years of crushing on him!

As a side-thought - hope LB didn't flirt-divert me. (Well planned though if she did! Very sneaky..!)

Anyway, once again digressing from the story!

About ten minutes later, who walks in to the bar? None other than SMJ! I was ridiculously embarressed at the thought he might have known it was me that had text him, and chosen to ignore it! I don't know what's worse - him not responding, or him having potentially found out it was me basically stalking him. Fuck. Way to play it cool LJ!


I really want to go out.

AS has well and truly fucked me off, and BH is as flaky as old Dr.E's psoriacis. So much for a good night out tonight!

XOXO

This blog is more a tale of last nights events than a current life-affairs journal. It consists of what I can only call fantastic gossip - from the girl that loves it most.

(Just to point out before I get started, this has all actually happened- and all of what i'm about to tell you has got both LB & I ridiculously excited. )


To kick it all off, I'll have to skip on back to Tuesday nights Chinese affair:

BH and I over a casual couple of bottles of wine, ridiculous amounts of food, and general catch up got onto the hot topic of her current boyfriends' not-quite-betrayals and not-so-infidelities. He has remained friends with his first long term girlf - some blonde model-esque bimbo that is part of The 88 (essentially his 'crew'). And rumour has it there are photos of them out, in the group together, on a night that BH wasn't invited to. She doesn't suit green at the best of times, and I was not dishing out the best advice - what with my past relationship record not exactly working in my favour. Absolutely smitten, to the point where the boyf is pretty much all she talks about - more wine, more chat - and it turned out I was only the means of an aliby for her for the evening. Post dinner she had a 'revenge' date with none other than mysterious old, old flame BK. A little more dutch courage and it was off to play third-wheel, knowing that it was a bad idea from the get go. As lovely as mysterious BK is - she is very much a taken lady, and after blowing him off four previous times this summer, a meeting out of spite seemed pretty harsh, even by my standards. Really though, who am I to judge? Word of advice B - Karma's a bitch.

Then anyway, when they had settled in a comfort zone to suit them both, i made my escape - for my last week of work, I thought it sensible to try to remain as bright eyed as possible - even after too much gin.

Phone call next day revealled what happened next..

After remaining at the bar for half an hour, he offered to drive her home. Then, instead of going straight home, one thing led to another, and they went for a drive. Turns out he had the faithful romantic Chinese lanterns that they had lit during the perfect breakup poised on the back seat for just such a rendevous. Rumour has it they didn't kiss, but i'd be putting money on that being futher from the truth than either of them would ever let on..

So, Orange Wednesday!

Everything was perfectly scheduled out prior to getting to the office. Finish work, nails done, cinema date - a brilliantly mapped out night. Then, as always, something ruined the plan - EJ.

Mid afternoon panicked phone calls revealed her University city bedroom had been leased out as a crack den in her Ibiza absence - and without house insurance, or her door locked, her double bed, virtually empty room was a paradise for junkies and whores alike. Her boyf playing (rugby) away - apparently I was the next best thing to go 'sort things out' - in times of trouble, always look to your little sister, hey! Expecting a bit of a scene, I of course obliged the request - and went as wingman.

Rocked up to clouds of spliff and human filth. The air smelt like stale piss and even staler cat, and one of the boys was blaring commercial techno from the upstairs room.. - basically, imagine a film about drug culture - but a more suburban, less class-A scenario. Rather than have scantilly-clad smack-head girls K.O'd in various places, her house is more about the stoner-boy scenario; four bongs and a PS3 over grime-scene sex, everytime. So the excitement of busting a film-set was quickly dashed, and after a quick inspection of the state of la maison, we soon locked up the room and left for Asda. Not such a dramatic evening, after all.
Bright side- movie night with LB was not off the cards, and we made the 9 o'clock showing of Inglorious Basterds with time to spare.

This was were the fun really began.

Sat down, fantastic seats in a busy, busy cinema - we began chatting about everything i've just blogged. Then, just as the trailors were about to start - who walks in.. - SMJ! Love of my life SMJ. (Possibly the hottest boy ever to grace our town, unfortunately far too short for a tall girl like myself - otherwise we would have been together a long time ago..)DMJ (from the Wakestock story)'s older and far more attractive brother. Anyway - i digress!
SMJ - was sat right, right, right at the front! And LB & I, in our great seats were not in the best view line to see who he was Orange Wednesday-ing with.. little did we know what was coming next..!

Film played - and we got up from our seats, birds eye view of SMJ - and he was with....



JMcC!!


The town's betrayer! LB & I were GOBSMACKED!
JMcC is the younger, not-so-good ginger from school. - Recent heart-breaker of the oriental-esque rugby boy long-term boyfriend (which i wouldn't normally comment on - pot, kettle etc.) The only reason I pass judgement is the betray-ee or accomplice in the affair if you will was (is) an absolute douche. 'Ronny' O'H - Knob in every sense of the word. (And not attractive in the slightest.) Seems as though ginger McB has burnt all her bridges with the rugby boy 'in crowd' so has set her sights on the one crush that I would have never paired her with. Gutted.
She must have had a rubbish summer - all her 'friends' - younger 'it' girls completely abandoned ship when the extra-marital affair hit the fan! Surprise, surprise - the rugby boys win again.

Anyway - getting to the car we started talking about how we could set up our own Gossip girl-esque system, if we knew someone that was good with computers.. This was after prolonging our exit because he'd gone to the toilet and we hadn't seen them in any motion of affection to decide if they were on a date. We started driving home anyway in excitement - only to find ourselves passing them at their car! He drove, and instigated a bit of a race home after we beeped him in a 'we-caught-you-out' kind of fashion. Not quite fast-and-the-furious, but never the less, enough to get the boy-racer in both us L's going! Soon, we found ourselves at the point where we would split paths if he was to take her back to hers. If she was staying at his he would have more than likely followed the way we were going - and as it was, he went the other way. Clearly they're not quite at the sleeping together stage, just yet, thankfully!
That scandalous affair provided us with ample entertainment for the subsiquent rest of journey, naturally. And the idea of being our town's answer to gossip girl is very much at the forefront of my mind.. If only I was good with technology..

Watch this space not-so-upper-easters,

xoxo

I'm Supposed To Be A City Girl.

To begin - who knew that M&S would have a second summer sale starting today!?

AJ (Mother) has signed up to their text alert scheme, and last night at around 11pm came into my room in genuine excitement, knowing full well I would feel exactly the same!

I dread to think that I'm becoming her, slowly, but surely.



The farmer cut the grass in the field behind my house yesterday - and my face has definately bore the brunt of his labours. In summer, I really should live in a bubble.

Not going into work until AJ does today instead of going in at ridiculous am. Although I probably won't get the bonus I've been secretly vying for - I've had a better nights sleep. Farewell lunch with the office Friday. I'm going to miss the structure that i've had all summer! (Granted, I've only actually managed one full five day week these past two months..)



I got caught out last night, big time.

After staying chez AS this weekend, I accidentally left the laptop logged onto this here blog. Ploughed with wine and fine dining, I was substantially numbed and didn't realise that AS was reading the evening away on my post-Wakestock words. A drunken phone call last night proved all this. Not that I said anything particularly ridiculous - just the fact that the secret blogging is not quite so secret anymore, and I guess things might have to be slightly more censored from now on..



My new love: Band - Young Guns.

Very Lost Prophets/TBS - remind me of the Converse days with the tripod.

Cannot believe EKJ & JB have gone their seperate ways! JB living out her Australian dream, and EKJ still very much in the home life.

The Final Countdown..

At last! I'm in the last week of summer employment, and it feels oh-so-good.

I'll miss the disposable income, naturally - but on the bright side, i'll save a tonne by not being a part of central city life, and not being literally around the corner from Marks & Spencer.
My purse will thank me - my wardrobe not so much. I can't wait to have nothing to do with my days barr watch sky movies and chillax in my sweats.
Hello, student life! Oh, how I've missed you.

Plans for this week: After just reading HB's new blog, i might undertake a social experiment of my own. I'm not quite sure what yet though - it just seems like a challenge. Not that I have any real addictions to abstain from. Might not be the brightest idea i've had actually, after all..

Getting my nails redone Wednesday - for which I cannot wait! As soon as work is over it's going to be acrylics, ahoy! (And no more orphan fingers.) When i'm back in uni with zero mullar for food it's going to be tough justifying this unneccessary extravagance in hindsight, but i'm living in the moment, and am excited to feel the prospect of looking fabulous.
Post-appointment, Orange Wednesdays time! One of the highlights to my otherwise tedious week - a cheap cinema date with LB. Not too sure what film is on the cards, but if it has even half as good a soundtrack as Bandslam (Last Wednesdays choice) then i'll be happy, happy, happy.
Fucking Vanessa-slut-Hudgens.

Tomorrow night I think it's time for a catch-up, third-wheeling with BH & Boyf. Bleurgh. It's the worst thing when a boy and a girl, two lovelys as seperates quite literally become each others' lives. Hello, we're teens! This whole settling down thing is for post-40 year old women, verging on the downwards slope of menopause life- not at all correct now we're in our prime!

No doubt i'll drink myself silly to get over the awkwardness of the whole situation.. Again.

Weekend boasts the potential for absolutely anything. Fantastic. After sacking off working at both V AND Leeds Festivals in the name of keeping my real job (and prospect of future employment) - and having not got the physical capacity to handle a (bad-kind-of-cocktail) Creamfields, and not organizing a trip to Rock-en-Seine - looks like it's not going to be the final mash-up of summer I'd hoped for. I'm not really complaining though. I'm (again) hopeful i'll win the Euromillions Friday, and my bank holiday weekend will then plan itself out quite nicely. Oh, such a dreamer.

On another note, I feel my summer attitude has been somewhat mean towards rugby boys in general. This was a terrible judgement on my part. Turns out it's only the boys that play union (MY, MU) are pricks. The league boys are still, from what I gather, quite fabulous. Mmm. Having witnessed my first live league match yesterday, i'm a newly founded fan of the Wolves reserve team. Speaking of -
The elder EJ in my life has made her relationship with Wolves player W brother FB offical.
The younger EJ - courting a certain 23 year-old that's already boasting two other J's under his belt.
I'm the only one quite unlucky in L this summer season. Unfortunate, but not an entire disaster.
I'll hit the St. Tropez, get in the gym - and by the time Fresher's comes around i'll hopefully be back on form!
With University around the corner, a 20th Birthday and some fantastic escapes to look forward to this Autumn- things can only get better!
(Once again the prospects of Paris and Madrid are getting me all excited.)

Ahh - Paris, mon Amour.

Rainy days and Sundays always get me down.

Today it has come to my attention I've done absolutely zero work for university this summer. What minimal amounts of Japanese I had grasped have slipped away, and what's more, i've not even watched the news every day to constitute as current affairs research for Politics.
Being far too wrapped up in my wanting-to-be-a-socialite-social-life - i've basically just pissed away the silly amounts of money spent on the past year of my life.
On the bright side, i've decided that i'm going to fad-diet (like the celebrities) and wander the streets of the big bad capital in the hopeless and vain attempts of someone whisking me off to become a model somewhere spectacular around the world. Not only then will I not need to know anything much about politics, but also, i think there is more chance that i'll grasp some concept of Japanese, (what with it being one of the languages of fashion) and perhaps make a quick dollar in the process. I only say model, because another of today's revelations pointed out i've not got the brains, or indeed patience to ever consider working for my dad at the accountants as a career - and modelling can't be that hard? Think of all the free clothes!

First off - must stop eating, and maybe chop off a couple of ribs. Grow several centimetres. Transform myself into a fashionista.

I've just read a magazine article feature on 'the hottest it-teens of autumn 2009', and if Cory Kennedy can make it into the list then I can't help but think that it's only a matter of time before one of our blogs gets discovered.
Look at Bryan Boy - the online blogger that's captured the imagination of Marc Jacobs! Hello, new bag named after her!
Oh, jealousy is a terrible vice.

This is exactly why i'm indifferent on study - i'm far too easily distracted by these big ideas.

On another note - i can't stand Sundays. There is just re-runs of Saturday night TV on. And if you're dull enough to have watched them on the Saturday night they were first played, then it's only even more pathetic when you watch them twice.
Oh, the joys of suburban life! Where Tesco shuts early, and the weather is about as motivational as stale bread. What to do with myself?
Procrastinate study further I think.
Maybe do some online shopping - whilst this money is burning holes in my pockets.
Cannot wait until the Autumn European weekends. H & L B's turning 21. Will undoubtably be chic and sex-and-the-city fabulous. Yes, yes, yes. Definately perked me up substantially!

Finally - is it wrong to irrationally care/get upset/irritated/disheartened when a boy you actually cared about and was a big part of your life (even if it was just for the Easter break) deletes you from Facebook?

Oh, How The Other Half Live!

Can you believe this - someone would actually pay more than four and a half grand for a fourty minute flight ONE WAY!?
Reason - fancied a night out at home.

(Champagne comes complimentary - as standard.)

To think, I've not even been on holiday! Psht.
Might have won the Euromillions anyway - up who's dick then!

Another day, another day.

6am wake-up call.
In the office for 7.
Out of milk for caffine-fuelled drinks, and i'm powering through, single handedly running the empire whilst the boss takes on LDN.
It's payday today -
Fantastic. New M&S outfit by 1 o'clock, here's hoping!
Might invest in a pair of magic stomach holding in knickers (i.e Spanx) today whilst I possess the capital - also - will buy some 47% cocktail gin for LB's goodbye, because I saw it in the window of the wine shop and think anything better than 40% gin simply HAS to be fabulous.
Mmmm..

Check ya later chicas,

LJ

Story Of My Life!

Drank too much last night. Again.

I'm such a drama queen.



It's also super annoying me that I've not finished a single blog properly, I've been given my sacked date at the office, having spent my summer cooped up and disheartened, and i've put on about a zillion stone. Humph. Things probably couldn't get much worse right now. Wahh, wahh, wahhh!

Bright side - cinema with L Bizzle tomorrow. See that slut Hudgens and say how she's not good enough for the Efron! Yes, yes, yes!

Back To C-Town.

(Albeit only for a lunch date; an old location, a new house, and two old new-friends.)

Canterbury!

Moving away from university, away from Parkwood, and very much into our near-town castle made me see the new house is not so new, or as lovely as I thought it would be.
Mis-matched furniture, a single bed and a wardrobe definately not the right size for my narnia - i've obviously drawn one of the shortest straws in the house. However, maybe Kyle will trade me, if i promise to cook him dinner maybe a couple of times (*when i say cook - i mean buy, preferably at Wagamamas) seems as he has two built in Wardrobes (again not Narnia-sized, but adequate for housing at best a good chunk of my hoarding.) I guess i should see the bright side- i'll be one of the last people to get burgled with my upstairs room- Football C will be living on Campus, and my two favourite rugby girls will be close, close by for means of escape.

Lunch at Wagamamas was everything I thought it would be - having left home before 8am and arriving around 1, then moving in and sorting things out, I thought it rude to ship my chauffer dad off to fly solo, so invited him to join the gossip table for our favourite Japanese. Chat was obviously censored to some extent, but regardless, it was a lovely catch up. (Turns out Essex & JD are better than ever, and AM has replaced her JB with a new beau James. Even though her parents still very much think she's with JB, still, since March!)

Then, it was real ice-creams in the Southern sunshine before starting the long journey back home.

Fabulous day.
(Although i'm sure the Sex and the City ladies would never allow a gentleman to lunch with them. Perhaps I'm not-so-Carrie-Bradshaw after all..)

Hola, MNCR!

A Manchester vacation, a fabulous idea!

Work night? So what!

After being indecisive about rebelling against the few morcels of worth ethic that reside in my body- Manchester was on the cards for Wednesday night.
After almost missing la train, I was good to go - having stuffed an array of clothes into a bag, shaved and Batiste-d my hair.
Painting my nails, listening to Jack's Mannequin & playing Pokemon DS - somehow it slipped my attention that my going out bag (which was on top of my sleepover bag) got lifted. It was so lucky that my life was in my handbag rather than that one - and all the thief got away with was the bag itself (completely replaceable) and a couple of pairs of earings pretty much. Perhaps a lipbalm, my Revolution card and a couple of other unimportants too- but nevertheless, lucky escape for the rest of my stash! (Especially seems as I had dollar, i.d, my camera, my ipods (plural) and most importantly my DS and casio work calculator in my other bag. Lucky, lucky, lucky!)

Next stop - Fallowfield!
Bused it up to not-so-Filey Road, and found myself an L Bizzle, along with her uni friends, their friends, and a new uni house.
Getting ready, wine and cocktails - fake tan and high shoes.
A lethal, yet fabulous combination. Ham crisps for dinner, and it was off out - Birdcage style.

We'd do it better than Hollyoaks.

Sat on the beach, it came up in conversation that our regular day lives are more dramatic, more scandalous, and generally more interesting than those girls out of Living on the Edge.
I decided to write this blog, in a similar fashion to my recently created summer diary, so that perhaps someone around the world will read it - and make a Sex and the City-esque programme about the lives of the not-so-rich kids from outside of Alderly Edge, outside of the city, and outside of the soap-operas..

Where to begin?

Summer 2009 has been a drunken blur. Not so exotic, or fabulous - yet full of fantastic memories, fun times, and a lot of similar antics from 2008, 2007, and probably most adolescent summers past. The trio of myself, HB & LB - an unbeatable combination, have become better friends that i could ever imagine. I don't know what this summer would have been without them in my life - to think about it, without them it would be all work and no play. All work and too much alone time.. I dread to think.

For the first time in my life I've been working full time. My work ethic, thanks namely to my mother, is appalling- and the fact that I've stuck it out in my 8-6 office job is something of a miracle. I just keep thinking about the dollar I'm earning when I'm at my most depressed, unmotivated point each day (which always occurs during the hour or so that follows lunch time.) It's so demoralising that I'll never really see the fruits of my labour - what with student debts haunting my financial situation, an unhealthy obsession with M&S and a social calendar that requires money, money, money on tap raping my limited funds. Whoever invented Monday AND Thursday nights out, as well as the Friday- Saturday weekender needs punishing - my liver and bank balance has suffered enough for that cause I think. I probably should count myself lucky though actually, i could have been a lot worse off this summer. A couple of the girls that went to school with me are in far worse situations than i am - putting lids on lipsticks in factories is hardly the glamorous occupation for anyone to have - let alone girls fantasising over the fabulous lifestyles of the Sex and the City women. Unlucky ladies!

Anyway -

To kick off the summer, a night at the solstice in Stonehenge. A stoned blur of people-watching, hippy-raves and illegal activity - all very peaceful, very chilled, and very much about AT and I. After a whole year of university flirting and a kind of almost relationship - it came to both of our attentions that we should just be friends, and that's it. Full stop. He's far too nice a boy to be with a girl like me. I'm far too indecisive to ever be someones girl. The life of a promiscuous teen really is the life of a kid from our town - anyone that says differently is a liar. So, after a night of no sleep, a trek across the Wiltshire hillside, and it was time to prepare ourselves for Glastonbury Festival.

The best thing about festival-ing is the meeting new people, and this year, we met some great ones. It was so long ago that i feel like I've forgotten a lot of what happened. As I went with friends from University, it seems a little disjointed from the story of our town anyway, so I'll blog reminiscently about Glastonbury at a later date.

Returning home was surreal. Having not spent a decent amount of time at home since Christmas it seemed - everything about town and home life had changed. Not only was my home transforming, but almost everyone and all the normals from my adolescence were different from how I'd left them last summer. No doubt old friends would say the same about me though. Looking back, i am unrecognisable from the girl I used to be.

AE and HB for the first holiday i think since puberty were not rekindling their sexploits! Unfortnate, definately. I had always been rooting for them. HB is definately a better version of his new, younger piece of skirt, without a doubt. Just goes to show, rugby boys are not the way forward. Saying this, one member of the trio definately disagrees... LB and MJ - after months of almosts were finally getting it on - and up! They do say third times a charm..

Myself - found myself very much without the boy I'd left behind last summer. After a year of drunken 'I love you's it was hard to see myself replaced by the queen beE. E for ET - the pretty, petite girl- at the forefront of most rugby boys' fantasies. Jealous - yes, but realistically, it was my ridiculous behaviour last summer that resulted in OJ and I being virtual strangers - i've no one but myself to blame.

I can't help but fuck things up. Without playing the martyr - I'm actually a rubbish person. I drink too much, and mess people around terribly. This year, AJ (MJ's brother) and new-kid-on-the-block AS have bore the brunt of my shit behaviour. Sorry, sorry. Bright side - I'm casually chillaxing chez Premier footballer, no longer have to divide my limited free time between a dillusional boy and the rest of my friends - and i can pretty much do what I want now my parents basically hate me. I'll still never be as black a sheep as the elder sister. Result!

Back to the story anyway..

After Glastonbury - Wakestock. Arriving late - post-work, having not properly seen any of the crowd that were there (the crowd consising of the rugby boys and the younger girls - all of those mentioned above plus a few extra characters) and having drank two bottles of rough wine on the car journey down - obviously when I got there things were a little wierd. The younger girls full of judgement- the rugby boys full of resent, the only thing to do was drink myself silly, find some old friends and let the good times roll. HB, LB and I entered the field, and after far too much Jager - the youthful boys seemed far too attractive... Then my memory get's a little blurry. Old friends, new friends, old habits, new drugs.

Passed out before dark - Wakestock is always the same.

LB (naturally) ended up in tent J brother's, HB in with DMJ, begging for sex, and only getting herself to 2nd base - correction (apparently) *3rd. OJ heartbreakingly shacked up with Queen E, MH and AJ (H for Homewrecker) and faux-friend BL (B for Bonjour) and her beau (and old sexploit of HB) Dr.BM. Probably a million more pairs surrounded me, but they were clearly not as rememberable looking back. Jealous, cold and alone - i awoke to the 'wahh, wahh, wahhhhing' of the general camp. God - i sound like OP. Fat Platt. He spent the entire Wakestock in that same boat as I ironically - jealous, cold and very much alone, trying his hardest to convince LB they were indefinately sexing. I think not! I, unlike Fat Platt quickly set to abandon the sinking loner ship - and found myself lusting the 8-pack, blue eyed stoner London boy in the camp next door... Pretty boys FTW.

( For anyone that's reading this - a quick reminder - Quiche really is the worst food to take to a festival. )

To be continued..