PS:

I MET JEDWARD!!!!

So, grandma action is in place...

I am off to Nice on Saturday for 2 weeks (any 'would be' burglars reading this can bugger off, as we will still have 2 beefed up men living in the flat. Well, two men at least) so I wont be blogging as I'll be having a romantic french time with my BF! 15 whole days together... bliss.

Anyway, happiness in that form is not the reason for my blog. After moaning last time that I have infact become an old woman, I have decided to actually be one! I am getting a puppy!

Before any of you moan about how hard they are bla bla bla... this isn't a decision I have come about lightly. I have wanted a pug puppy for years now, and now my situation is the most steady and it seems the ideal time to get one. We have four loving friends who will look after him, Nick works from home so he will never be left alone, and I no longer drink or have a life besides my trips to Nice - so I have the time, dedication and money to raise a puppy into the perfect pet!

I have spent months literally looking for a good breeder. I figured it is not worth risking any random breeding pugs, especially as they are a special breed, but I have found the ideal woman and will be going to see the pug in January! If all is good, I will bring him home!

This is perfect, as now I don't drink, and my friends don't eat, I will have a little man to always hang out with! My friend Deano who runs Project Models has got two small dogs too, so we are going to have 'Dog Outings'.... also, I work for a very well known Dog Lover too of course!


So, now I need name suggestions ? Feel free to leave some on here or my twitter page www.twitter.com/ginalyons

Righteo Blogging fans, Merry Christmas, have a great new year!!

Love Gina xx

I am still a grumpy old woman...

and now I am seriously considering getting a small dog, take up knitting and hang up my heels...

So, last night, was the local quiz. And my flatmate James, is the quizmaster. A ridiculous title if I ever heard one, as throughout the evening he gets more drunk, hense more aggresive and by the end is innappropriately yelling random, backward questions that barely sound audible...

But anyway, it was a great night. Two of my best mates Jemma and Gay Dave popped in, with their partners, we had the new chosen flatmate down (the raver, and yes, she hadnt slept from her works xmas party on the Wednesday night...!) and my mate Jamie and Hugh popped in. So, a packed place, a good quiz (exercising the brain and all that) and cheap gourmet burgers. I slurped on OJ (am now trying to quit the Redbull also now...) and my mates necked red wine or beer, and we all took a lot of silly photos and played dismally at the quiz.


A great night, wrapped up by 10.30pm in time for a Horlicks and bed...??

No No No No

What I forget is, being sober, I automatically think logically. "Up at 8am, big ideas to have at work... lunch meeting etc." But my drunken ass flatmates, and the newbie (who is really nice BTW) would like to continue drinking and smoking, until....6am!

I swear to God I wanted to rip off their arms just to punch them with them!!

So, little sleep, dead bodies all over the flat combined with empty cans, bottles and ashtrays (BTW I normally dont let them smoke in the flat!) and general shit everywhere, and the thought crossed me. I have gained the wonder of waking up without a hangover, but I have also lost the inability to drunkenly ignore the best the pre hangover party creates!

Pissing flatmates!!

Cinderella at the OK! party

So yesterday I was buzzing all day. I had to write up a pitch, and was convincing myself this was the program that would make us millions!! (My naivity is sweet no?) After a busy day at work, only popping out for a bite of some thai food (which I'll be doing again today, me luuuurve some thai food), I was going to the filming of the show my company makes at London TV studios.

Now, if you have known me for the past few months, you will know I am a fully fledged 'Jedward Supporter'. And last night, they were on the show, so I got to chat and hang with them for a bit!! They are as lovely and as funny as I imagined! I've asked them if I can be a tripplet with them? We'll see what they say.

After all that, what can only be called as DRAMA.... I was shooting off to attend the OK! Christmas Party that my lovely friends from Jonathan Lipman's Agency, as they do it each year! I had a load of friends attending, some actors I want to work with and my hairdresser (of course) - so I thought I would pop in.

The party was great, really nice buzz and the complimentary drinks were flowing all night. Now, a few months ago, I would have found a nice tall stall, propped myself at the bar, drank until I was seeing double, and then grabbed a goodie bag and staggered home.

But no... This is the 'New Gina.' So I drank one redbull (Crazy, I know), and one orange juice... (remarkably when its not alcohol you are necking, you need to pee more?! Weird that hey?).. and then after seeing all my friends I knew there, showing my face and doing what us media knobheads like to call 'networking', I left for home. At 10.45pm.

10.45? That is just pathetic isn't it? My nan stays up later than that!

I am ashamed with myself.

Ah well, quiz night tonight that should be fun, although I will probably go home early to get into bed with a Horlicks! And start knitting... (actually, that sounds like fun, maybe I could round it off with a game of scrabble??!)


Anyway, thanks for reading.

Your grumpy, sober, boring blogger - Gina x

One push up, two push up, three push up more...

Hello fair people,

A few of you have messaged me saying you are enjoying my blog, I do wish you would all comment more. Don't be shy!!

Anyhoo... so Super Healthy Gina was out in force again last night, and this blog is actually not about needing a drink at all, but the oppositive of 'drunk'. (Which is 'sober')

So last night I booked a PT session at the gym, as I've hit a lull and seem to be not losing anymore weight. Quite possibly because sitting on the weights talking, suprisingly doesn't lose you weight, (shocking!) So, I decided I needed to learn more about weight loss, and what that giant balloon is for, etc etc.
I had to rush my session a bit though, 'cos all these things are talking talking talking, and I wanted to build up a sweat as I had to be home for 8.30pm. It turns out anyway, that I just had to change the tempo, making my gym sessions what they call 'interval training.' It actually makes it easier, which is good.

So, I had to rush home at 8.30pm, 'cos we had 4 girls coming to look at the flat. Now, I thought being in TV and all, my organisation skills were tip top, best in the field... I soon changed my mind when all 4 girls arrived at the same time. Oops.

Tad awkward, being as there is only one room for rent, so it was almost a BGT moment, all I needed was the red buzzer.

Turns out, they are all great - so I am hoping one of them wants the room, or we can decide which one we like the most if they all want it!

Anyway, so I had a great night, albeit a bit random, and I didn't even think about drink.

Saying that... it was only Monday?!

G x

It's nice in Nice....

Well, I am in a cheery mcneery mood, so I don't think this will be the usual blog posting. Maybe my body is being fit and healthy from no alcohol, and this is what contentment feels like? Who knows.

So this weekend, I went to Nice. My boyfriend lives there, and I visit once every 3 weeks or so... Not a bad way to spend the cash I would have previously drunk away.

We had planned to meet some of his British friends on the Saturday night, lovely people they were. Despite my air of what seems to be confidence, I am quite a nervous person, and get a bit panicky when I meet new people. (Well, it depends on what situation, if its a shoot I'm running or a party, I am in my element, but if it's not, I'm not.) So after spending the day panicking what to wear, and complaining to the boy that he doesnt own a hairdryer (or hair for that matter!) we went to meet them.

They were wonderfully sweet people, but it really showed me how different these circumstances are when you don't drink... Usually, after the second red wine, I would be at ease, and everyone would be on their way to 'Drunken Land' in that chatty, comfortable way people seem to share while all drinking. But obviously, I wasn't drinking, so my nervousness stayed with me, until I decided I was confident. I should add at this point, that my BF also doesn't drink, I know some of you may think this is cheating, or possibly the reason for me quitting the drink, and I must admit, it does help him also not drinking, when I am with him. Annoyingly though, that's around 3 days out of 30 - so I don't think its my reason for, or cheating at all.

The same pluses to not drinking occured though. We had a great night, I did'nt trip on my way home or wake up with any moments of regret 'I said what?', 'I danced where?'... I still had the 30e in my wallet, and my head wasn't pounding when I woke up at 9am on the Sunday.

Given up drinking is not neccessary, or even a good idea for most people, but I can safely say its proven a good idea for me.

Especially when SleazyJet flights are going to set me back £220 this xmas! Scrooges...

G x

Theatre Daaaaarling again....

Hello fellow followers...

Had a busy week. Been hitting the gym quite hard, and then munching chocolate every night while watching films, I am aware that cancels each other out, but I am never going to quit stoffing chocolate down my face, so at least I'm hitting the gym first! Positive.

Last night Nathan my mate, called me up and offered me tickets to Sister Act. I had to pop to a meeting and the docs first and I ran in the rain to meet him at 7.30pm for the show.

The production was amazing! Danni Minogue sat behind us and the crowd were screaming her name, crazy. As most people, Nathan had a drink and told me how impressed he was that I am still not drinking. It's only been just over a month, but I guess if you knew me before, you would know that I would always have a drink on occasions like these. Afterwards, we had a couple of invites. A party was near that we popped into, these celeb bashes really don't have the same effect when you are not charging towards the bar to neck the free drinks, and parties barely give goodie bags out anymore, so I find myself talking to an over egotistical D Lister as they talk about wanting their own chat show, "never gonna happen...". Trust me, in these circumstances, nothing is more appealing that leaning over the bar and asking for a double.

Then it was either Freedom Bar or Soho House with some mates. Now, I love my mates, and I hate myself for seeming boring (personally, I don't think me not drinking is boring, but I am aware that other people do!), so I decided to leave it all, and get the tube home.

I don't want to make the mistake of stopping living my life because I no longer drink, but I am also aware me not drinking makes some people feel bad, it either points out there inadaquecy to not be able to stop - or, maybe I just am a bit more boring without a glass of wine. But until it becomes the norm, for me and everyone else around me, I will have to stay away from certain bashes.

Which is a shame, as there is a great launch party on tonight... :-(

I thought flat hunting was bad in London...

But it turns out, flat advertising is worse... (is that a thing?!)

So, Martin our wonderful but stupidly messy flatmate is moving back home, as he needs to save for his wonderful hippy adventures, so I decided to take his big room, and rent mine out.

Now, we have a pretty good deal with our flat. An awesome landlord, 30 sec from the tube, well priced with some bills inclusive, and a roof terrace. (Wonderful for the 1 month of good weather we get a year!)

So, I figured I'd pop an advert on Gumtree.com and the well thought out emails would come pouring in...

Shocking what some people find acceptable, it really is.
One woman listed off a series of questions, to which I politely replied that it was HER that was in fact homeless, and not me, so it will be me doing the questions.... (cough cough, I thank you!), one woman said she would arrive for 8.30pm, so I cut my gym session short, ran home stinking (I also missed the shower bit) only to see she texted me asking to change days, on the time she was meant to be there! I work in TV people, I am never late, and it really is one sure way to make sure I punch you.
And now, all I'm getting is weirdos and freaks as my great advert slides down the lists...

But, it is 1st December, I have no idea what that means, but I will try and keep optimistic. At least for Facebook I can actually see how weird they look before I book them in a visit. (If that is a breach of human rights/ Facebook etiquette, please keep that bit to yourselves - taa!)


Anyway, Im off to NOT have a glass of wine as I grumble that its ONLY FRICKEN TUESDAY... and I WILL find a great new female flatmate to even out the male madhouse.

Good night Y'all (please read in a south american twang)

G Spot
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