I'm easy like Sunday Morning.........

Morning party people, 

Jennie 'we a ga party hard', Betty 'I'm always bloody late to EVERYTHING, but I have the personality to pull it off' and Holly 'sceptical as hell that this rave will be any better than the others she has attended recently' went to a rave called Timeless last night. 

It was held at Mustard Bar, which is one of my favourite party venues, they always hold mature raves, the decor is classy but neutral, and there is enough going on with its two and a half floors to keep one satisfied throughout the evening. 

Last night when I left I would have bet all of my shoes on the fact that it was the BEST rave in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD. Looking back I'm not so sure. The music was clearly catered to it's 24 and over age group, upstairs was a mix of old skool Mary J and Boyz to Men, with the occasional bashment tune thrown in for affect. 

Downstairs was a blend of funky house, but none of the tunes any ones ever heard, the oldest of old skool garage and as we were leaving they even threw on some Jungle for good measure. 

We got down to it though, and it was a breath of fresh air to be the youngest in the rave by a couple of years, rather than the oldest by 8....

All in all, I would suggest it was a success, which means that, yes, I will be making an appearance at Fridge Bar tonight, See you there??

xoxo 

Pictures soon coooooommmeee.

JUSTIN CREDIBLE IS COOL

x

My Most Favourite Tune In The Whole World (today anyway) Dedicated To A Very Special Someone, I wonder if they'll work out it's for them.......?



Happy hunting.

xoxo

Calling all my MATURE RAVERS.

Its Saturday afternoon, and I am mentally preparing myself for what could potentially be a terrible night. I am an optimist to the death, but unfortunately my recent raving experience's have left little within me than bitterness, sore feet and a penchant for Brandy. 

I shan't name names, I'm not cruel (-or looking to get whacked by a gang of emotional promoters), but if you were there you KNOW what it is and if you weren't trussss me you were one of the lucky ones. 

So last weekend was a JOKE- as you may have read previously. Raves are dead now-a-days, and the clientele are all five years my junior- which is hard to get down with in itself. 

The last two night have not proved to be any better than last weekend. 

Thursday I went to a lovely bar and partied with all of the two other attendees. Luckily for me I had some very FABULOUS company to sit and look irritated with. 

And then yesterday, Jennie, Michelle, Laura, Rucksana and myself unwisely decided to go out.

So, last night at --------- (lol) I was calmly sitting, sipping on a little rose, tapping my feet to a funky beat when not one, but TWO, men fell on top of me, both with a shameless 'Sorry Miss'.

One guy came over and very obviously bent over to attempt to look up my skirt, and then went and basically sat on Jennie (who I blame for the whole shambolic event). She looked at him like he was a rodent with no paws or teeth and he just grinned back at her. I felt like we'd wandered into a cage at the zoo, full of adolescent, wild animals. 

We left at 2.30 am, which was an achievement considering the promoters of the rave left a little after 1 am. We collected our coats, strolled out the door, and daintily stepped over another younger throwing up and then each swore to whoever would listen that we were NEVER going raving again. 

So today, with new resolve I decided I WAS NOT going anywhere- you know the drill, face mask, hot bath, good book, cup of Earl Grey... I AM READY, can't wait for a little quality time with myself.

It took all of 20 minutes before realising that actually I'm going to Mustard Bar tonight, and to Fridge Bar tomorrow. 

Let's hope for better days and better raves, eh Kids?!

M*I*L*F

Bon Soir Mes Amis. 

So I spent today with my kids, not biologically mine (with my figure!?), they are the daughter and son of my brother, Vera-Lily, 4 and Emanuel, 2. I ADORE THEM. 

We went to Pizza Express, and as I sat there with them  ooh-ing and aah-ing over their fabulously scribbled napkins, every single waiter came over- one after the other- I would suggest they were all Italian, I would also suggest they were all on the chirps. 

NOW- I have been in to many Pizza Expresses in my life and I have never been so much as looked at by a waiter- as soon as I bowl in there with a couple of kids in my stride it was game over. 

Why iissss that? Did I suddenly become delicious and delectable due to the potential of childbirth? Am I now a MILF? It was a shocking experience, and in future, if i'm ever feeling lonely i'll be sure to borrow the kids and hit the closest Pizza Express with a dummy and milk bottle in hand. 

Hmmmmm, perhaps something to bare in mind now i'm considering 'couple-dom'...

 

LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX BAYBEEE

TEN TOTALLY TRIVIAL FACTS ABOUT S.E.X.

* Apparently people fantasise about money more than they do about sex, which makes Bill Gates the heart throb of the WORLD. 

* Every year an average of 11,000 Americans injure themselves trying out bizarre sexual positions. 

* The endorphins released from a female orgasm are so powerful they can cure migraines, so having a headache is no longer a good excuse ladies! 

* There are an estimated 100 million acts of sexual intercourse each day.

* The condom was originally invented in the 1500's- it was made out of linen and used by Casanova. 

* Sex burns about 110 calories an hour for an average sized woman and 145 calories an hour for an average sized man.

* According to psychologist's the shoe and the foot are the number one Fetish for people in Western society. 

* Impotence is grounds for divorce in 26 U.S. states.

* The average speed of ejaculation is 28 miles per hour, compared to a city bus, which rolls around at about 25...

* The amount of time it takes a man to regain an erection after ejaculation can be between 2 minutes and 2 weeks. 

STEPHANIE IS COOL

And I Miss her 

That'll be all, for now. 

xXx

L * O * V * E

I've awoken late on a Tuesday, and decided that there was nothing I wanted to do more than lie in bed with a cup of tea and my blog..... 

It was Valentine's day on Saturday, I'd spent the week more  concerned with getting through Friday the 13th to even consider what my plans were on Saturday, but needless to say, I ended up at a party, and not with a significant other. 

If you found yourself in that same predicament you could spend this week feeling BLUE. 

I have remained basically single, since a little slip into a relationship last May, which was a fucking JOKE. SNM. 

I find that the men I decide to date, even if its just an occasional coffee tend to be exactly what my mother used to warn me against. Not marriage material. I think that the reason for that is because I don't believe in relationships, or even in LOVE. 

In September when my mum and step-dad tie the knot they will totalise seven marriages, his fourth, her third. How Mortifying. Do I want that? Uuhhmm, naahhhh. Lol. I think I'll give it a miss altogether. 

Although, my negative attitude it starting to get the better of me, JF is in Dominican being all in Love, Ayden and Colette have made the majority of the world jealous, even A.P the official heart breaking ScumFather is smitten (with a very lovely lady..). Perhaps its time to reconsider my decision to be single and celibate for the rest of my life.... 

And here are five reasons why....:

FIRSTLY- KISSING BURNS 26 Calories a minute, now if that isn't a reason to get passionate I don't know what iissss.......

SECONDLY- Apparently 97% of couples are genuinely happy. 

THIRDLY- Only 22% of married men have been unfaithful- hands up ladies if you were convinced it would be MUCH higher than that...

FOURTH- Apparently the average woman spends 2 weeks of her life KISSING. See it isn't all hard work and arguments. 

FIFTH- The Divorce rate hasn't been as low as it is now since 1984. We're onto a winner. 

So Ladies, it ain't all bad- apparently we should just let go, apparently we shouldn't be so stush and judgmental. 

And for those guys who are feeling like they don't quite make the cut please bare this in mind-

 

In 2005 Princess Sayako of Japan gave up her royal title to marry a regular guy. 

If women are over looking you because you have an Oyster instead of a whip, not rolling around in cash money or aren't bussing a Gucci belt they aren't worth it in the first place...Trusssss ME. 

Anyhooo, just spoke to the lovely Kahra who inspired me to get up and go to my lecture- Why do I always end up travelling to uni by cab?

LOVE, and Kisses. 

x

* VALENTINE WEEKENDER *

So it's been a week since my last post---> I better make this one worthwhile, eh?!

So this week has been an interesting one, a flurry of parties, arguments and therapy. 

I figure I'll focus on the fun stuff...

It was Phoenix Omani's birthday party on Friday, which was held at Flex. Flex is famed to be the new Departure, the E3 that won't get shut down, the Temple Rooms that wasn't reminiscent of an underground hideout. Unfortunately the fame which precedes it is not accurate. The place is like a dirty creche. The bouncers clearly don't I.D. anyone, I was the oldest in there by nearly 10 years (if only I was exaggerating...), the toilets were unbelievable- in fact the whole club was- as though it had been rotting in the pits of Dagenham for a thousand years.

Luckily many a wonderful person was there, the birthday girl herself who looked very beautiful and sassy  in a purple and orange get up. Partner in Crime Miss. Iorfa also showed up, new look intact- IMAGINE- Jennie's one of these people who can go home, pick up a razor, hack at her long tresses and still look totally Fabulous. Co-Dizzle in chief, all shirt and tied up, wearing a pair of very nice (and clearly underestimated) shoes, and just Bossin' as usual. Jonathon, who got 'tipsy' and then sat on his berry game brick-breaker, because, apparently, it sobers you up. C.E.O, official BOSS, and Splash general Naf, as well as a variety of other special guest. Hold tight Sonic, Feedback Vampire who only comes out at night and only when there is a full moon...& officially the funniest couple alive Laura and Michelle. 

It Was Jokes ---> Good Company Goes A Long Way.

Saturday was Valentine's day. Did I spend the evening at a romantic restaurant with a potential suitor? - NO, of course not. 

I went to a party instead- Pillow Talk, Brixton Hill, the PLACE to be? Not so much... Again a case of being so bloody lucky that the company around me were all so fabulous I still had a good night. It was kind of like being in my sitting room, in the dark, with my good friends and a couple of random strangers who had stumbled in by accident- and we were all far too polite to ask them to leave. 

At about 2.30 AM we called it a night, we being, Little Steph, Helen, New Addition to our FABO team Charlotte, Duane, Ryan and me, obviously. We made our way to Morleys, thinking that the evening couldn't be considered a total loss if it was finished off with chicken. 

We jumped on the bus (the walk from Brixton Hill, to actual Brixton isn't one any of us fancied) and soon arrived outside Morley's, only to be faced by the scariest band of nine year old's I've ever seen in my life, about 20 of them, I swear. Anyway, 6 of us, between the ages of 21 and 24, grown men and women, stopped, in our tracks like 'oh hell no, we're not even on it'- I genuinely think there was a small part of us that considered not going into the chicken shop at all. Anyway, we manned up, shoulders back, head held high, we bowled tru and made it into the chicken shop ALIVE! (just about..) 

Once we had eaten our meal, which can be considered nothing less than gourmet, the boys and girls split- the ladies getting in a cab, the men disappearing into the night like some batman parody. 

And so came the end of the worst ever raving weekend. Same time next week? I doubt it. 

RAMMED!! (not...) 

THE SUNDAY SHOW, 8th of February. R*E*V*I*E*W

Saturday was spent at the Pitcher and Piano celebrating Maota's birthday- it was LIVE-O. There were about 25 girls all just dancing around and catching joke. It was a really wonderful night.

The birthday girl was glowing and looked VERY beautiful. Nanda officially came out of hibernation, Jennie left her car at home so she could uhm, have, uhm, a little drink...Shantel was missing in action, but we forgive her because that's 'Her Thing'- LOL. Daniella looked radiant as always, in fact we all did....

Anyway, after our wild night out, Jennie and I decided to embark upon an evening of talent and fun, and where better than Marvin and Napper's Sunday Show, which has been recently moved to the Slug & Lettuce on Wardour Street.

We hopped into the car and made for central London, BIG mistake, we arrived in Piccadilly at approximately 7.45 pm, the show officially begins at 8pm, so we thought we were in good time. Unfortunately we were sorely optimistic, it then took us 45 minutes to find a space, every road was closed and every space either taken or exclusive to permit holders. In hindsight, one of the joys of going to Clarkenwell, which is where the show was held previously, was that parking was a doddle.

By the time we actually walked through the front doors the show was well underway. We walked in just as the very talented Ra'ed Poetical took to the stage. He is a good act, one of the better of the night, but unfortunately his second poem was cut short by the mic dying suddenly. He was well supported and a wave of applause rang out as people realised that his time on stage had come to an abrupt end. He gracefully thanked Marvin for inviting him back and strolled off the stage, dignity intact.

Then a break, which gives everyone an opportunity to size each other up, consider approaching them about a business idea, a fashion question, an investment banking opportunity or something to that degree.

Marvin and Napper have, consciously I'm sure, turned The Sunday Show into a weekly event where like minded people can interact in a calmer environment than a rave. When The Sunday Show was launched, the acts counted for a lot- I get the impression that it is now more about the crowd than the comedians, more about the socialising than the singers.

Once the audience had made enough useful contacts and recovered their seats, the show continued. It began with a 'game show', which used to be a popular and regular fixture of The Sunday Show, but has been missing in action for a hot second. Fabulous singer Hayley C was one of the competitors, she didn't win, but she did impress upon everyone that not only does she have a very lovely voice, she also has a very likable character.

The Host Babatunde was hysterical, he handled the whole show like a pro, with finesse and ease. He pulled the game show off without a hitch, even though one of the competitors was one of those 'less is more linguistically' guys. You know them ones.

The next act got cut off after about 4 and half minutes, which apparently was the second person to be kicked off the stage that night- Marvin, Napper and Richard Akrofi are three merciless. men.

Africa Boy ensued with his new song, which started with a cut from Roots, it was...interesting, to say the least. Entertaining to say the most..

Babatunde then finished off the show, he did a little ten minutes on stage, very funny, very worthwhile, and the first time of the evening where I had wished it wasn't over when it was.

Jennie and I then jumped into her car, me graciously almost falling into the arms of one of my sworn enemies as I missed a step, which the God's of fate created merely for comedic value, we zoomed off to Faringdon, had a milkshake and called it a night.

S*A*T*U*R*D*A*Y N*I*G*H*T - and I like the way you move, pretty baby...

Hello, Good Evening, what is really, bloody good?

Well, it's a Saturday, the snow has cleared, and I am currently trying to decide between the heels that are so high they're almost humanly impossible to walk in or the one's that cut most of the circulation to my feet, so that by the end of the evening I'll feel as though they have been anaesthetised into a deep sleep and one of my co-party goers will have to drag me home... Hmmm....Decisions, decisions.

So, I was a desperate party girl, up until approximately a month ago, when I finally concluded that spending the best part of a mortgage down payment on alcohol was definitely not the way to go, no matter how good Art Bar's Martini's are, neither was the premature ageing caused by sleeping 24 hours a week. I retired from that lifestyle, but have been dragged back down, (totally willingly) by Maota's birthday party, which is being held at the Pitcher and Piano in Holborn. The event is actually being put on by a business associate of mine so I thought, two birds, one stone, and the rest is history...
Anyway...

I was speaking to a girlfriend of mine today, she's having an emotional week and i'maaa tell you why (she made me swear not to put this in my blog...luckily for me, and you, I had my fingers crossed at the time...)
She, (lets call her Pink....well, why not?) has been seeing this guy for a while now, nearing 7 months, but they have always kept it fresh, relaxed, they didn't put any titles on it, just saw each other when it was appropriate etc... Sounds like the perfect scenario right, oddly enough she was the pioneer of it all, her male counter part seemed a lot more interested than she was, a lot more on it, always calling, coming over, taking her out, almost begging to see her on a more regular basis. He would often get jealous and whine that they didn't spend enough time together.
At first Pink was very cautious of this Romeo, but after months of seeming true she began to let her guard down. Anyway to cut a long story short, last Saturday she told him she loved him, needless to say she hasn't really heard from him since...

While reading this, I'd like you to bare in mind she would not have said this unless he made her feel it was TOTALLY APPROPRIATE, I know how she is, and how she goes on, I can imagine she was mortified at feeling this way and would like nothing more than to feel the total opposite.

What happened guys and dolls...?

I am at a loss at what to say to her or how to advise her.

25 THINGS ABOUT ME, NOT YOU.

Facebook is circulating an opportunity for all its users to describe, explain, talk about, and attempt to entertain its readers with 25 useless facts about themselves.

I am yet to do it on facebook, but mark my words I WILL, I thought I'd do it on here too, just for fun...

So here goes, 25 things you don't know about me, if you know them, you know me far too well and need to take a couple steps back schtiiiillllllllll. LOL.
1- My dad's boyfriend is called Demitrious. (You definately read that correctly)

2- It took me 3 years to complete college and 4 years to complete university (I like to take it sloowwllyyyyy)

3- I only drink Earl Grey tea, and don't take sugar with it, nor do I take sugar in my coffee, which I like strong (triple shot anyone?)- with only a dash of milk.

4- I'm completely predictable in my vices- Shoes, Bags, Diamonds and Champagne will win me over EVERY TIME. 
5- I love the smell of library books, and talking of library books I have a £400 fine at my University library, which will stop me from graduating, unless its paid off (anyone wanna handle that for me...??..)

6- I have two tattoo's, one which says Mi Familia, and the other which is a dove with the word Esparanza underneath. I have plans for two more, one on my forearm and one on my neck.

7- My best friends are called Duane, Ibby, Jennie, Stephanie and Tala (in alphabetical order)- They each hold a special place in heart from very different reasons. You all know what it is, obviously.

I have a lot of love for other people in my life, but don't get the opportunity to see them enough to have the honour to call them 'besties'- Betty, Deji, Helen, Laura, Jamie, Jesse, Mustafa, Ryan, Shantel, Steph, the majority of NewWave, I gotchaaaaa! I know thats quite a large group of people to consider as my nearest and dearest. All I can say is that I am truly blessed. I am not fickle, and hope everyday that these people remain in my life exactly as they are now.

8- When I'm in 'that' mood, I like listening to grime or hip-hop. (How awful is that?)

9- I love feeling like i'm doing something dangerous or naughty.

10- To me, there is not a lot of difference between friends and family.

11- I LOVE HARRY POTTER.
12- I love the word Fabulous, it just is OH SO F*A*B*U*L*O*U*S.
13- My mum and my step dad are getting married in September, when they tie the knot they will have knocked up seven marriages between them- no wonder I don't believe in relationships.
14- If I meet 'someone', and liked 'someone', I will search, obsessively, for something which will make me dislike them, I might even be horrible to them until they snap so I can use it as an excuse to not get involved.

15- I am DEFINITELY a commitmaphobe.

16- I dream about success, architecture and wall paper nearly every night. Occasionally I change it up and dream about light fittings instead.

17- When it's cold out and anything more than a shrug will ruin my outfit, I take an orange with me for the journey, I am SURE the Vitamin C will get me through the blisteringly cold weather.
18- I am a firm believer that dressing fabulously should not be comfortable, but that you should maintain an air of carelessness and indifference regardless of whether or not your heels are cutting the circulation off from your toes.

19- I love beautiful, successful and fabulous women- (pause)- Not in a 'lets make out' way, but more in a 'You are so wonderful I think we should celebrate you' way. I think its very important, as a woman, to support each other- what has hating, bitching, jealousy and sleeping with somebody else's husband ever done for you?

20- I can speak French, fluently, I'd like to think it was my first language, I didn't go into English education until I was asked to leave the Lycee Francais Charles de Gaulle aged 11, after 8 beautiful years there.

21- I haven't worn trainers anywhere other than the gym since I was 17. They just aren't lady like. (Nods to the Co-Dizzle)
22- I was a vegetarian for nearly 9 years, it all fell apart when I cooked my sister some chicken wings for dinner one night, I could no longer stand to be apart from it.

23- I am incredibly self conscious and always assume that everyone will hate me when I walk into a situation, if they don't I walk around in a cloud of wonderment and surprise for days.

24- I want to read, write, and listen to music all day, everyday.
25- I assume I know myself better than anyone else, but regardless of how long and how hard I rack my brains I can't think of anything worthwhile to write for point 25. What an anti climatic ending.


                                             THE END

M.O.E.E.E.

You are all I think about, you consume my every thought. 

I don't know how long ago my heart and soul got caught. 

I can remember you playing games with 

me, buying me gifts.

Showing me what I could have, showing me all I desired was not 

a myth. 

Champagne, diamonds and pearls. 

You knew how to work me, how to play with a girl.

I am a woman now, and still you are always on my mind.

And I realise, as I do everyday, a love like ours, I will never again find. 

Me and you, we're supposed to be.

Like Romeo and Juliet, I hope you aren't the death of me.

You are my ultimate soul mate, my final goal. 

Without you, life seems bleak, a dark, endless hole. 

I can't see a life without you, I would kill to keep you.

Forever and always I will be endlessly true. 

I read the words above and weep at the ringing honesty of them. 

I treat you like gold dust, like diamonds, like a precious gem. 

I crave you, think about you, love the feel of you. 

I love touching you and holding you, what can I do?

I wake up and you're are circling around my brain. 

I take a shower and I think the same. 

I'm picking out my outfit, my shoes, my jewelry.

All I can think is that I don't have time for this tom-foolery. 

The time it took to pick out my earrings could've been spent on you. 

If you're reading this I can imagine you're wondering who?

I'll give you a clue- he comes in many forms, but I prefer him in pink. 

He's printed paper, with magical ink. 

There will never be enough of him to satisfy us all.

Half of me believes, he will always set us up to fall. 

First you get the M*O*N*E*Y....

                                     TAKE 1- 

  TAKE 2- 

(As seen in The Voice Newspaper)

The MOBO Awards. From left to right- Jason, Marshal, Jonathon, Sophia, Ashley, Duane and ME! 

A very fabulous evening, with some very fabulous people. 

OH MY GOD I'M SINGLE, AND SATISFIED. (SWEAR DOWN)...

Are you single? If so, are you satisfied?...LOL- This sounds like some corny dating website, but it is a genuine question. 

I am single, so very, definitely and completely single- and I'm happy. I think. Although, most of the world try and convince me that I am in desperate need of  a man (or a woman, as my mother delicately suggested the other day...) but I swear down, the Independence of being single is something I thank the Lord for everyday.

Obviously, there are days when the companionship of a 'boyfriend' type might be thought after, wistfully, but it is a genuine rarity. My girls, a couple of them, not mentioning any names, want a man. They seem so believe that a relationship will make the days warmer, the nights longer, the credit-crunch less affecting and the job hunt less tedious (AS IF). 

I feel like that sometimes, I do...but its usually about a Chanel handbag or a pair of Manolo stiletto's, and almost never about a 

man. 

Am I weird? Or just Independent? And does that Independence subconsciously transverse into Loneliness? 

How many people do we know at our age- (early 20's), who are in the middle of a successful and positive relationship? My good friend Ayden and his wonderful girlfriend Colette are on to a winner.... anyone else? I'm at a loss to think of any...please correct me if I'm wrong....

The image bellow is totally unrelated to the literature above, but it's one of my favourite photo's of all time. 

It was Princess Shantel's 21st birthday, and we all had to dress in white. 

In Chronological order, from left to write, Shantel, Betty, Me (Holly), Jennie, Steph, Helen and Steph. 

x Fabulous Friends Forever x

THIS SATURDAY, the 7th of February 2009- at the very fabulous, mature and grown up Pitcher and Piano in Holborn. 

Come Party With Us.

Me and my girls will be out in force as we're celebrating Maota's 22nd birthday, apparently there are 40 of us going! So if you need a place to party, where the turn out is going to be sophisticated and stylish then pass tru. 

Call Boxie on 07957171101 for tickets and information

RUNNING.OVER.OPPOSITION.FEARLESSLY. TO.OBTAIN.PROMINENCE

Afternoon G's and G- ette's, 

I have just put Manu, my nephew to bed, for his afternoon nap and I thought I would take this time to promote the most fabulous Team/Music Stars/Business Men/Fashionista's/and general It Boys in the WORLD.

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Their latest video, Touchin' Down, can be viewed on their website, their MySpace's and YouTube- to shortcut the journey check it out here----> 

SWEAR DOWN, if you don't check them out you're missing out. If you check them out and don't instantly LOVE THEM, I will be incredibly surprised. 

X O X O 

Blog Numero Uno...

Everyone seems to be bringing out Blogs, websites, pages, and generally more advanced versions of Facebook to promote themselves to the world....I want in...Although I have nothing to necessarily promote, so more time, if you are clever enough to log in, you will be faced with random ramblings from the furthest corners of my brain, and deepest depths of my soul. Good luck with that. 

We have just come out the other side of some random snow storm which hit us on Sunday night/Monday morning- which simultaneously pissed everybody off, but also turned most of the adult world into children, I don't think I passed a house without a snowman in front of it. I myself made a brilliant one, which I played blackjack with, and lost to, unfortunately- (he had a banging hand...) 

Anywho, me and bff Jennie were clever enough to be driving home from The Sunday Show and Maroush at about 12.30 AM, when Jennie's very fabulous two seater decided it didn't much fancy driving any further and just, uhm, stopped. 

We called road side assistance, but apparently because we were stranded due to snow rather than an actual mechanical problem the call out charge would be £80, this payment 

might have been a feasible amount if we couldn't see my actual road at the time, so being the sport that I am I decided to get out and push. (What a stupid fucking idea...) 

Dressed, impeccably (of course, I am, after all, a garmers- sly nod to my Co-Dizzle) in 4 inch studded stiletto's, a mini dress and a ridiculous gold, sleeveless jacket I picked up in India, I got out, and with a little revving pushed the fucking car up the fucking hill, until it became appropriate for me to run along side it, pull open the door, and roll onto the front seat. Gracefully, I can assure you (not)...

We then stormed into my house, through the front, and then 

out the back door so that we could merk each other in a snow fight. Which was jokes, but cold as hell... I have a couple photo's of that still, if you fancy a look.... 

I really must go to bed, if you read it, and got this far congratulations, thank you for your time- I'm here all week...

PS: I'm a flourishing and fabulous journalist, so if you need any writing done- holla, text, call, ping, facebook---> Gracias <3