So, I won't bark on about this, mainly because anyone could be reading this, but I have joined in the world of Singletons.
Not great, being as I was smitten for a long time, but certain situations occured which unfortunately left me miserable, meaning I had to try and find a way of stopping the negativeness. Its very sad, and in an ideal world "all we would need is love" - but today, we unfortunately need more. We need some logistics working out too. How? what? where? and when? all play a major factor in being with someone. I see that now.
So, the recent news hit me like a turd on the head, and on Wednesday, after an unpleasant afternoon, I went to see my friend (She's famous so I can't name names) and had 3 glasses of wine. I think its fair to say I was pretty smashed, and I am officially now a lightweight.
I've been thinking about this, and its not that I am off the wagon, and its not that because I've now split from my sober boyfriend, I want to drink again. I don't. And the stonky hangover the day after confirmed that.
Saying that, I have been a bit caught up in the future. I'm 25 ffs. I am not going to beat myself up because I have a glass of wine a week. Neither am I going to start drinking excessively while telling myself that its 'fine' and 'normal'.
Quite simply, everything in moderation.
Unless its crack, then in that case "stay away kids"
Friday, 26 March 2010
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Lithuania, Launch and Lack of sanity.
Shit the bed Ive not blogged in a while. Sorry folks, there is a reason for that.
Ok, so we had the film launch on the 11th March, it was a great night - so much fun!! Such a nice crowd, Christian Audigier Sponsored the wine and champers, and we had Ibiza Ice on ice all night. The people who came were all friendly, and lovely, and we danced with the cuban band into the night.
(Photo attached with me, Ricci, Tulisa and our friends.)
Tulisa from N Dubz came, who is a right little star, and a top actress herself. Im hoping to work with her on something, we will see.
I didnt drink the whole launch, of course, and went home to catch a flight to Lithuania at stupid o clock.
Those of you who follow me on Twitter know this already, but I picked Lithuania as I thought it would be funny.
It was, if you think men with no teeth, a snowy country with nothing but grafitti and churches is your idea of FUNNY!!
After a painful couple of days, we went out to a typical european techno style club. I gave in and drank two beers. I would lie now and say I felt dirty, guilty and let myself down. But I really didnt... Maybe its the age old "when on tour" moment.
Anyway, Ill try not to leave it too long to message again.
G x
Friday, 5 March 2010
When do sober people get left out?
When there friends are drunk? Yes. That is right.
So, dinner in soho? Comedy night? Theatre? I will get an invite to all these lovely things with my friends, but a pissed up night at the local? - I am no longer wanted. I am shunned like an old hooker at a revamped brothel.
Last night, while all my flatmates were doing their usual 'Pissed Thursday' shinanagans, (Don't panic, I'm fine now, I got earplugs) ... I was in packing my bag for a visit at Mums this weekend. That's right kids, I spent around two hours, selecting which pants to take and which hoodie to wear if it got cold, meanwhile they were out, acting their age and having fun. So, what's the story? Am I getting incredibly old? Are they refusing to grow up? Have I just turned boring? I really dont know...
Anyhoo, enough disecting whether I'm a stone sober bore, its my film launch on Thursday! Eeeek...
I have shite loads to do, and cannot remember a time before the film to be honest.
Do check out www.breathefilm.co.uk and let me know what you think. I'll post some launch pics next week!
Peace out
G to the I to the N to the A
xx
So, dinner in soho? Comedy night? Theatre? I will get an invite to all these lovely things with my friends, but a pissed up night at the local? - I am no longer wanted. I am shunned like an old hooker at a revamped brothel.
Last night, while all my flatmates were doing their usual 'Pissed Thursday' shinanagans, (Don't panic, I'm fine now, I got earplugs) ... I was in packing my bag for a visit at Mums this weekend. That's right kids, I spent around two hours, selecting which pants to take and which hoodie to wear if it got cold, meanwhile they were out, acting their age and having fun. So, what's the story? Am I getting incredibly old? Are they refusing to grow up? Have I just turned boring? I really dont know...
Anyhoo, enough disecting whether I'm a stone sober bore, its my film launch on Thursday! Eeeek...
I have shite loads to do, and cannot remember a time before the film to be honest.
Do check out www.breathefilm.co.uk and let me know what you think. I'll post some launch pics next week!
Peace out
G to the I to the N to the A
xx
Friday, 19 February 2010
If Colin Farrell can.. .I can...
Just been reading my favourite site - www.johnnyikon.com, he is like the British Perez Hilton, although not a fat twat with stupid bias opinions, but a lovely intelligent man and a great friend. Anyway, I spend far too much the site, esp during work time (sssh, its research) but today, I came across an interesting read.
Colin Farrel, the bad boy of Hollywood, has also quit the booze! Apparently, like I say, it makes him more focused on his work - and by drinking, he felt he was almost apologising for having the success he has had. No longer will this be a good talking point for when I one day approach him to be in my film (cos, one day I probably will) - but its also got me thinking about the pros and cons to not drinking.
Sure, everyone now thinks I'm a recovering alcohol with issues, and most British people just think I'm plain bonkers for quitting the booze, but am I? Really?
Davina Mccall doesn't drink, and look how her career took off without the use of booze.
Hollywood wise: Samuel L Jackson, Demi Moore, Robin Williams, William Shatner, Elizabeth Taylor, my own comedian favourite Sarah Silverman... obv Russell Brand doesnt drink either. When you look into it, it makes you think - a lot of people seem to stop drinking, and their careers rocketed? And here I am, worrying that I won't be able to "network" now I no longer drink! Worried that I don't fit into the 'scene' anymore? It seems now, after soending 5 minutes on Google, i might fit in more now, I don't drink.
Happy Days.
PS: My film is out, March 15 - In all good retailers. (Poster above)xx
Friday, 12 February 2010
Girls Night Out Without The Booze - Review.
So, on Saturday - my childhood friends trecked up from Northampton to pay me a visit to try and cheer me up. (I'm ok, just had a few family issues). Now, luckily, even though they are "Northamptonions", they are luckily not the 'Stella swigging, tequilla slamming' kind - so I felt that I was in good hands.
Any lady reading this, will know when you have a big group of girly mates, the best part of going out, is actually getting ready! So, we packed into my room as the girls plucked, straightened, and tarted themselves up for a night on the tiles. (God I sound old! Ha!)
And I must boast, the non drinking thing and 9 girls from the Shire actually went down well. Thankfully they are a caring bunch who respect my non drinking venture, so I could sip my alcohol free wine before we went out - and not overally notice even when we were partying in the club. We went to Punk, and as usual my mate Dan bought over endless bottles of vodka on ice to our tables (soemthing in the past I would have taken full advantage of!) and we partied the night away. It was only around 2am that I started to notice the difference with not drinking. For a starters, I was sleepy. (Odd, I thought alocohol made you tired!) - and my feet hurt (the pain is usually covered up by the booze) and I was hungry (Im always hungry). So, when 7 of the girls carried on until 3.30am, me and my friend Katie (who is one of those who gets pissed early on, then sobers up) troddled back to mine. The only annoying thing in this, is that I still pigged out on a burger from the kebab men, despite being sober enough to know better.
At around 4am my 7 drunken ladies stumbled in, singing, tripping over, and generally being funny drunken idiots - it was only then that I realised that is the only part of the night I didn't get to take part in - well, that and the hangover the next day.
The Sober One
xxxx
Monday, 1 February 2010
HAPPY 3 MONTH!!
Yo Mo my bunch of Hoes...
That's not nice, I'll try again! 'Well, Hello people!'
I'm happy, can you tell? Because, on Saturday, whilst chilling in the South of France (my life sounds so much more exotic when typed) I realised, as of the 31st January, I haven't drank for 3 months!! Woop Hoop Da Loop Hey?? The last time I drank was at Soho House with the girls for Halloween, making that - October 31st!! How bloody good is that?
I think I've found it quite easy, surprisingly. I have more energy, I seem to be finally leaving the detox stage where I come out in pubescent spots, and I feel pretty darn good about myself in a slightly egotistical way. Slightly, better than you, because you have succumbed to the British culture of getting sloshed every weekend. Wa ha ha indeed!
No, I kid. But giving up drinking has made me see the world in a different light (a sober light, if you may.)And here is some reasons how, I have bullet pointed them out, just to make my point that ever so slightly clearer.
*Now, when my friends drink more than once a week I feel the need to have "a talk" with them, in this parental fashion - highlighting the problems of binge drinking.
*We have also established in recent posts that dickhead drunks piss me the hell off.
* I also can't stand louts, although I am pretty sure I never have.
* I don't like people who shout when they're drunk.
* I don't like stupid people. (These people can be drunk, or just stupid.)
* And my latest pet hate, is piss head women. The ladette culture from the 90's that I was sure we left a while back, is back! But, instead of the girls wearing 'Girl Power' T shirts and sticking two fingers up, they are properly made up, almost elegant looking things, necking back the shots.
Now, if you are friends with me on Facebook, you will see that I too used to dibble in tequilla on a night out, but now when I see women, gussling back the beer, with 5 inch heels, fake tan, fake nails, fake hair, fake boobs, ass out - It just irritates me.
Am I becoming a snob, or is life just a tad different when you are sober? I mean I am from Northampton, I can't let drunken louts and drunken "girls on tour" piss me off too much, or I will never go home to visit mum!
The only thing I have missed about drinking, and I'll be honest is: Is the abilty to lose your inhibitions. Afterall, this is why we drink. To "let your hair down", "be silly" and basically give yourself an excuse to look and act like a dick. I mean, how many times have you said the reason, "Oh, God, its 'cos I was drunk!" ??
Now, I don't get that option. And I can hardly pick something else. "Oh, I'm sorry I threw up on you, I was high on sugar!" - So yes, my one miss, is the abilty to switch of auto pilot and to be a dick for a night. I will have to make due with being a dick without having the excuse...
G x
PS:
As usual, if you like, repost. Its embarrasing only 13 of you read this!
That's not nice, I'll try again! 'Well, Hello people!'
I'm happy, can you tell? Because, on Saturday, whilst chilling in the South of France (my life sounds so much more exotic when typed) I realised, as of the 31st January, I haven't drank for 3 months!! Woop Hoop Da Loop Hey?? The last time I drank was at Soho House with the girls for Halloween, making that - October 31st!! How bloody good is that?
I think I've found it quite easy, surprisingly. I have more energy, I seem to be finally leaving the detox stage where I come out in pubescent spots, and I feel pretty darn good about myself in a slightly egotistical way. Slightly, better than you, because you have succumbed to the British culture of getting sloshed every weekend. Wa ha ha indeed!
No, I kid. But giving up drinking has made me see the world in a different light (a sober light, if you may.)And here is some reasons how, I have bullet pointed them out, just to make my point that ever so slightly clearer.
*Now, when my friends drink more than once a week I feel the need to have "a talk" with them, in this parental fashion - highlighting the problems of binge drinking.
*We have also established in recent posts that dickhead drunks piss me the hell off.
* I also can't stand louts, although I am pretty sure I never have.
* I don't like people who shout when they're drunk.
* I don't like stupid people. (These people can be drunk, or just stupid.)
* And my latest pet hate, is piss head women. The ladette culture from the 90's that I was sure we left a while back, is back! But, instead of the girls wearing 'Girl Power' T shirts and sticking two fingers up, they are properly made up, almost elegant looking things, necking back the shots.
Now, if you are friends with me on Facebook, you will see that I too used to dibble in tequilla on a night out, but now when I see women, gussling back the beer, with 5 inch heels, fake tan, fake nails, fake hair, fake boobs, ass out - It just irritates me.
Am I becoming a snob, or is life just a tad different when you are sober? I mean I am from Northampton, I can't let drunken louts and drunken "girls on tour" piss me off too much, or I will never go home to visit mum!
The only thing I have missed about drinking, and I'll be honest is: Is the abilty to lose your inhibitions. Afterall, this is why we drink. To "let your hair down", "be silly" and basically give yourself an excuse to look and act like a dick. I mean, how many times have you said the reason, "Oh, God, its 'cos I was drunk!" ??
Now, I don't get that option. And I can hardly pick something else. "Oh, I'm sorry I threw up on you, I was high on sugar!" - So yes, my one miss, is the abilty to switch of auto pilot and to be a dick for a night. I will have to make due with being a dick without having the excuse...
G x
PS:
As usual, if you like, repost. Its embarrasing only 13 of you read this!
Friday, 22 January 2010
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking Flatmates
I shouldn't really complain... but I will..
So, last Thursday my 3 flatmates got home and decided to play some music, have a sing and dance (lierally) and drink their bodyweight in alcohol. They were quite loud, but it was all 3 of them and it was only me in bed, so I didn't want to moan, or ruin the party, so I kept schtum until they were sober enough to make sense of what I was saying. I explained that its fine to have a party, but with only two paper thin doors between me and the orgy of fun (not sexual of course) - I asked them to make sure both doors were shut. "Yeah of course...", "Sure..."
So last night, they get home from the quiz, I'd been out for a girly dinner with some old friends, and they are carrying the usual Thursday tools. (3 bottles of red wines, 12 cans of lager, 40 fags)... - and they kept the door shut. Well, they kept it shut until they were drunk enough to not know better.
From 1am - 5am they decided that I would like to also hear the noise and shit music coming from the smoky kitchen. I got up and shut it, and asked them to keep it shut, about 5 times - but these people are pro drinkers, they are olympic piss heads - they were gone. I don't even think they registered I was a real person talking to them.
So, I have slept about 2 hours last night, and I woke up to the hot water gone, so I had to hobble down to the shops at 8am to put some on. (No ones fault, but it hardly made me a chirpy person this morning!)
What can I do? Its 3 against 1 - and they have a right to have a piss up and unwind in their own home?! I hate being the one who is going to have to ask again to shut the doors, I'll bore even myself with that! But I also can't keep living in a house like this.
And why????? Because I wasn't pissed!! I don't drink, so now drunk people annoy the shit out of me! That's what giving up drinking has come to. I might have to change flats because a life without drinking, is completely different to a life with drinking.
And do you want to know some ironic Karma??
When I moved in with the boys 3 years ago, it was me who made the rule and we could party and be loud in the week??!! Well thats certainly come on bit me on the arse now hasn't it??
Anyway, I'm off to Gumtree to search 1 beds
Peace out, Westlife.
Wednesday, 13 January 2010
I'M A MUMMY...
Well, a pug mummy!!
So I went through with it, I bought a pug puppy and am officially an old, sober, miserable swine who spends her days at work and my evenings cleaning up sloppy poo.. (if anyone can tell me why his poo his sloppy, you would really be helping me out!)
He is very cute... he has a lot of love and I officially have an excuse now to not attend the celebrity x list parties I have made a hobby attending... I can now say "can't go, I have a pup...."
This does mean however that I am losing my social life bit by bit... even my dog loving friends probably won't all make it round to visit, and I'm hardly going to rock up at an event with a puppy in my bag (I'm not Paris Hilton - Or a dick head)... but I figured I was bound to grow up sooner or later, I have just had the urge to do it sooner... rather than later.
Anyway, poo to clean, sleep to be had.
Mummy Gina x
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
My first sober christmas...
Well, clearly I spent my age 0 - 14 sober aswell... but its been a while since I can actually remember what occured Xmas eve....
So, as most of you know from my tweets, I spent Christmas with my BF in the South of France. It was awesome, relaxing and fun - and I didn't miss drinking one minute.
Ok, I did for ONE MINUTE. But let me explain what that minute was.
I am walking in one of the supermarkets, where EVERYTHING in Nice is ridiculously expensive, and I see the price tag 1.78e ... Hmm, something for less than two euros, what could that be? And it was red wine. Even in France, cheese is overpriced, yet here I was gauping at the wine shelf with this lovely red wine, and these lovely prices, and for ONE MINUTE I thought how lovely it would be to have one glass.
But then its never really one glass is it? Its 5 glasses and a hangover. So, I carried on walking and probably spent the afternoon eating chocolate crepes, a hobbie I thoroughly enjoyed partaking in whilst away.
We spent new years in a super club in Juan Na Pas (cannot spell it) and was quite happy I wasn't drinking as the prices were silly, and the rest of the two weeks eating, vegging out and watching movies.
So, sobriety is good - snow on the other hand, is crap.
Currently at work, everyone has left as they live out of london and must not miss the trains, and for the first time, I am annoyed at myself for living in Zone 2...
If for some remarkable reason you are reading this and do not follow me on Twitter, do so...
www.twitter.com/ginalyons
Anyhoo, going to get myself a new life and start blogging about something a bit more interesting. Z list party anyone??
G x
So, as most of you know from my tweets, I spent Christmas with my BF in the South of France. It was awesome, relaxing and fun - and I didn't miss drinking one minute.
Ok, I did for ONE MINUTE. But let me explain what that minute was.
I am walking in one of the supermarkets, where EVERYTHING in Nice is ridiculously expensive, and I see the price tag 1.78e ... Hmm, something for less than two euros, what could that be? And it was red wine. Even in France, cheese is overpriced, yet here I was gauping at the wine shelf with this lovely red wine, and these lovely prices, and for ONE MINUTE I thought how lovely it would be to have one glass.
But then its never really one glass is it? Its 5 glasses and a hangover. So, I carried on walking and probably spent the afternoon eating chocolate crepes, a hobbie I thoroughly enjoyed partaking in whilst away.
We spent new years in a super club in Juan Na Pas (cannot spell it) and was quite happy I wasn't drinking as the prices were silly, and the rest of the two weeks eating, vegging out and watching movies.
So, sobriety is good - snow on the other hand, is crap.
Currently at work, everyone has left as they live out of london and must not miss the trains, and for the first time, I am annoyed at myself for living in Zone 2...
If for some remarkable reason you are reading this and do not follow me on Twitter, do so...
www.twitter.com/ginalyons
Anyhoo, going to get myself a new life and start blogging about something a bit more interesting. Z list party anyone??
G x
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
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
Friday, 11 December 2009
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!!
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!!
Thursday, 10 December 2009
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
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
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
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
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
Monday, 7 December 2009
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
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
Thursday, 3 December 2009
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... :-(
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... :-(
Tuesday, 1 December 2009
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
x
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
x
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Anger Management...?
Yesterday was a great day, but I still had a couple of bad moments, I am going to share with you. (Mainly because I've sort of established by persona as a grumpy old woman now!)
So, Friday night I left work after a great meeting with my boss and some talent, and I had to take the Z1 camera kit back home with me for a shoot on Saturday. (My own doing, cannae blame no one!)
Rush hour, on a Friday night at 6pm, is not pleasant when you are carrying a massive camera back on one arm, and a massive tripod bag on the other. I thought my innocent face would mean grown men would stop and help me down the stairs, silly thought that was as everyone just tutted and huffed past me constantly knocking the bags off my shoulders. Ironically, I get pissed at people carrying bags or babies during rush hour, now I have sympathy towards them.
I went to the gym with my mate Emilee and had some dinner, and ended up venting my built up anger from my trecherous tube journey out on the treadmill instead. Although why I'm not a size 6 yet is baffling me...
Then on Saturday morning, I had to make a similar journey with the kit to the shoot. As I got near Arts Ed in Chiswick, I thought 'mmm, I'll stop and pick up a nice cheese and chicken baguette'... As I walked into the cafe, I laid my tripod bag down and it lightly tapped the woman next to me. Horrified it had knocked her (not knocked, tapped) I apologised immensley, to which she just shrugged. Rude? Much?
On my way out she gave me a shitty look, to which I replied with my equally disgusted 'yeah, fucking what?' look.(Once a council estate kid, always a council estate kid). Then she said, now get this... "What? You want me to apologise for YOU hitting ME with your bag...?" To which I replied, quite quickly as well may I add... "No, I want you to ACCEPT my apology for accidently hitting you with my bag." (Not hitting, tapping). Then, this grown woman, this stuck up, Posh Chiswick, DICKHEAD of a woman replied "but it really hurt!" Astonished, I just mumbled something like "like bugger it did" and walked out.
A normal person would leave and be thinking "mmm, chicken and cheese baguette in ones hand" but not me. I then spent the next hour wishing I had replied with something better than my useless mumble, and feeling so bad a woman had been so snotty with me, for something I had so genuinely apologised for.
This ladies and gentleman, is the time most people would be thinking of that Jack Daniel's they were going to neck later that day. (Honestly, sub consiously, you do.)
So, we do the 5 hour shoot. Went amazingly well, but it is exhausting to produce.
I returned back the way I came at 5pm, camera bags gallore still, and an hour and a bit back to Kentish Town, I'm shattered, and still peaved at that damn woman.
But I couldn't sit and moan, as I had tickets to see my favourite comedy act, 'Late Night Gimp Fight' (if you havent heard, google then go watch.)
10 mins into the show and I realised it wasn't Jack Daniels who would brighten by night up, but the 5 boys from Gimp Fight.
Who said the answer is at the end of the bottle? Its not... it's at the PLEASANCE.
Thanks lads
Gx
So, Friday night I left work after a great meeting with my boss and some talent, and I had to take the Z1 camera kit back home with me for a shoot on Saturday. (My own doing, cannae blame no one!)
Rush hour, on a Friday night at 6pm, is not pleasant when you are carrying a massive camera back on one arm, and a massive tripod bag on the other. I thought my innocent face would mean grown men would stop and help me down the stairs, silly thought that was as everyone just tutted and huffed past me constantly knocking the bags off my shoulders. Ironically, I get pissed at people carrying bags or babies during rush hour, now I have sympathy towards them.
I went to the gym with my mate Emilee and had some dinner, and ended up venting my built up anger from my trecherous tube journey out on the treadmill instead. Although why I'm not a size 6 yet is baffling me...
Then on Saturday morning, I had to make a similar journey with the kit to the shoot. As I got near Arts Ed in Chiswick, I thought 'mmm, I'll stop and pick up a nice cheese and chicken baguette'... As I walked into the cafe, I laid my tripod bag down and it lightly tapped the woman next to me. Horrified it had knocked her (not knocked, tapped) I apologised immensley, to which she just shrugged. Rude? Much?
On my way out she gave me a shitty look, to which I replied with my equally disgusted 'yeah, fucking what?' look.(Once a council estate kid, always a council estate kid). Then she said, now get this... "What? You want me to apologise for YOU hitting ME with your bag...?" To which I replied, quite quickly as well may I add... "No, I want you to ACCEPT my apology for accidently hitting you with my bag." (Not hitting, tapping). Then, this grown woman, this stuck up, Posh Chiswick, DICKHEAD of a woman replied "but it really hurt!" Astonished, I just mumbled something like "like bugger it did" and walked out.
A normal person would leave and be thinking "mmm, chicken and cheese baguette in ones hand" but not me. I then spent the next hour wishing I had replied with something better than my useless mumble, and feeling so bad a woman had been so snotty with me, for something I had so genuinely apologised for.
This ladies and gentleman, is the time most people would be thinking of that Jack Daniel's they were going to neck later that day. (Honestly, sub consiously, you do.)
So, we do the 5 hour shoot. Went amazingly well, but it is exhausting to produce.
I returned back the way I came at 5pm, camera bags gallore still, and an hour and a bit back to Kentish Town, I'm shattered, and still peaved at that damn woman.
But I couldn't sit and moan, as I had tickets to see my favourite comedy act, 'Late Night Gimp Fight' (if you havent heard, google then go watch.)
10 mins into the show and I realised it wasn't Jack Daniels who would brighten by night up, but the 5 boys from Gimp Fight.
Who said the answer is at the end of the bottle? Its not... it's at the PLEASANCE.
Thanks lads
Gx
Friday, 27 November 2009
Grumpy Bollocks and attending the theatre
Hello People,
Nice to see I have a couple of followers and most people are enjoying the blog. Apparently I have some grammar mistakes, I apologise now, but I didn't have the best schooling. It wasn't until I hit 18 that my reading age was the same as my age.... My IQ isn’t much brighter.
Anyhoo, so yesterday I had a bit of a shitty day. The annoying thing is, I haven’t made this blog anonymous, so I can't actually tell you all everything in case those people I am talking about read it...
But, i had a shitty day. I was a grumpy bollocks all day, even though I was meeting my friend in the West End as we had comp tickets for Hairspray - the Musical.
So, I left work and met Nathan. He is still a drinker, and offered me a glass of wine, forgetting about my drastic life change. I am not going to lie to you, I was tempted. You know when you have that mid week moment, where for a split second you think "Fuck It?”. I can imagine it’s that wild little rock chic in me that likes to think I am Sarah Harding, and I can wake up and still look gorgeous after going out on one... But, I am a tee total-er now. So I had to settle for diet coke (slowly weaning myself off the Redbull – it was causing me problems! Mainly wee-ing issues)
Nathan was in a buzzing mood... singing in the streets (a habit I seemed to have picked up on by 11pm) and we headed over to Hairspray, feeling a little more uplifted. Although his Vodka Diet cokes might have perked him up, it was purely his personality that cheered me up.
The show was AMAZING! I am big Phill Jupitus fan anyway, working in comedy and all… but he was just OUTSTANDING! He looked like a mates mum I grew up with though, you know those large,loud, boisterous mums that stood around in the council estate? He was that woman! (Still mentioning no names, although I’m sure she still wouldn’t be able to work a computer!)…
But his singing was ok, his acting was top notch, and the whole production completely wowed me!
So I left the theatre, and imagined Nathan meeting some of his mates in the cast, and all heading back to his bar in Soho and having a few drinks, and you know what, because of the day I had, I couldn’t tempt myself. I thought, if there was one day I would break, this could be it.
So I came home, and called my boyfriend in France for two hours instead.
Willpower is being tested a bit; I won’t lie to you, but so far, so good.
BTW some of you keep asking me questions on Twitter or FB, feel free to ask away.
G x
Nice to see I have a couple of followers and most people are enjoying the blog. Apparently I have some grammar mistakes, I apologise now, but I didn't have the best schooling. It wasn't until I hit 18 that my reading age was the same as my age.... My IQ isn’t much brighter.
Anyhoo, so yesterday I had a bit of a shitty day. The annoying thing is, I haven’t made this blog anonymous, so I can't actually tell you all everything in case those people I am talking about read it...
But, i had a shitty day. I was a grumpy bollocks all day, even though I was meeting my friend in the West End as we had comp tickets for Hairspray - the Musical.
So, I left work and met Nathan. He is still a drinker, and offered me a glass of wine, forgetting about my drastic life change. I am not going to lie to you, I was tempted. You know when you have that mid week moment, where for a split second you think "Fuck It?”. I can imagine it’s that wild little rock chic in me that likes to think I am Sarah Harding, and I can wake up and still look gorgeous after going out on one... But, I am a tee total-er now. So I had to settle for diet coke (slowly weaning myself off the Redbull – it was causing me problems! Mainly wee-ing issues)
Nathan was in a buzzing mood... singing in the streets (a habit I seemed to have picked up on by 11pm) and we headed over to Hairspray, feeling a little more uplifted. Although his Vodka Diet cokes might have perked him up, it was purely his personality that cheered me up.
The show was AMAZING! I am big Phill Jupitus fan anyway, working in comedy and all… but he was just OUTSTANDING! He looked like a mates mum I grew up with though, you know those large,loud, boisterous mums that stood around in the council estate? He was that woman! (Still mentioning no names, although I’m sure she still wouldn’t be able to work a computer!)…
But his singing was ok, his acting was top notch, and the whole production completely wowed me!
So I left the theatre, and imagined Nathan meeting some of his mates in the cast, and all heading back to his bar in Soho and having a few drinks, and you know what, because of the day I had, I couldn’t tempt myself. I thought, if there was one day I would break, this could be it.
So I came home, and called my boyfriend in France for two hours instead.
Willpower is being tested a bit; I won’t lie to you, but so far, so good.
BTW some of you keep asking me questions on Twitter or FB, feel free to ask away.
G x
Thursday, 26 November 2009
Comedy Night, the night one is usually a wee bit tipsy...
So, last night, was my Noostar Comedy night for work. I really do love doing these nights. I book the acts, arrange the whole night, promote it, and it all culminates in one show in Soho, once a month.
This one, was a mahhhusive one! I booked a whopping 10 acts! I do the booking the acts myself, the first time without the aid of our old researcher Jason, who had a real eye for comedy. So after a month of online badgering everyone to come, and getting it online and in the press (we were Time Out recommended dont you know??)... the night came.
It's a big deal for me, as I want to be a comedy producer, and my boss comes down to the gig every month, which great as he is a busy man. So I get to Freedom in Soho for around 5pm to sound check, set up the tables and programms etc, and by 7pm, the doors open and were getting photoshoots done with the comedians, and we're smoozing the media types who come down.
Now normally, by 7pm, I would have rewarded my hard work with a glass of wine. A red if I may... but last night, I couldn't. So Im running around, worried about breaking even on the door, worried my acts are all happy and have actually arrived (its so hard doing a comedy night without comedians) and making sure the door is ok, the event manager is ok (he was fine, HE was pissed!) bla bla bla... and doing that all, without the relaxing warmth of a red wine in ones body, was... new...
But it was another challenge, and another hurdle. And I passed like a virgins sti check.
Tonight im off to see Phill Jupitus in Hairspray, lets hope he is any good or I'll be wanting to hit the bottle like Jim Davidson when I leave! (Overdramatic? Much)
Anyway, once again, if you like the blog, give me a shout out. (Holler like a DJ you get me??!)
Mucho Love
G x
This one, was a mahhhusive one! I booked a whopping 10 acts! I do the booking the acts myself, the first time without the aid of our old researcher Jason, who had a real eye for comedy. So after a month of online badgering everyone to come, and getting it online and in the press (we were Time Out recommended dont you know??)... the night came.
It's a big deal for me, as I want to be a comedy producer, and my boss comes down to the gig every month, which great as he is a busy man. So I get to Freedom in Soho for around 5pm to sound check, set up the tables and programms etc, and by 7pm, the doors open and were getting photoshoots done with the comedians, and we're smoozing the media types who come down.
Now normally, by 7pm, I would have rewarded my hard work with a glass of wine. A red if I may... but last night, I couldn't. So Im running around, worried about breaking even on the door, worried my acts are all happy and have actually arrived (its so hard doing a comedy night without comedians) and making sure the door is ok, the event manager is ok (he was fine, HE was pissed!) bla bla bla... and doing that all, without the relaxing warmth of a red wine in ones body, was... new...
But it was another challenge, and another hurdle. And I passed like a virgins sti check.
Tonight im off to see Phill Jupitus in Hairspray, lets hope he is any good or I'll be wanting to hit the bottle like Jim Davidson when I leave! (Overdramatic? Much)
Anyway, once again, if you like the blog, give me a shout out. (Holler like a DJ you get me??!)
Mucho Love
G x
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