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

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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