Hellooooooo! I'm back and up for a little chat! Today my filming got postponed so I called my mate Alex (who got beaten up) and told her to come over to mine. She still off work as she's recovering. When I saw her I couldn't believe the state of her injuries. I told you in yesterday's blog that she had 30 wounds but to see it in the flesh was shocking! She also showed me pictures of when it first happened. They were really upsetting to look at. It totally disgusts me that evil little tramps like the girls who beat her up can do that to a person (and will probably get away with it). Mind you, Rebekah Wade can get away with anything too (being the big powerful ginger woman that she is), including giving her husband a whack if she wants!
After talking at length with Alex about what happened I have come to the conclusion that the geezer-birds who beat her up were jellus. Pure and simple. Alex, at 23 years old, owns her own salon. She's a clever business woman, she's extremely beautiful, she's got the best body you've ever seen and she's nice with it. Most women who have even one of the above going for them are total bitches up their own arse but not Alex, that's what makes her so special. She'll do anything for anyone. She's always there if you need her and everyone loves her. When a bunch of ugly, penniless sluts (like the ones who beat her up, and stamped on her head while she was down, for no reason) see a girl like Alex, it is all they can do to get nasty and violent. They can't cope with the fact that someone has something more than them and instead of wanting to be like her, they want to destroy her. Bitchy jellus girls - they're all the same. It'd be a perfect world we lived in if people could be happy for others and if everyone strived to be a better person. Unfortunately we are stuck with the insane bitterness, jealousy and total resentment around us of the people who don't have half the things we do (which, by the way, we worked our butts off to get!) - Rebekah Wade and the tramp girls being a good example of this!!!!
If I see a beautiful, intelligent and successful woman; I don't feel envious or even bitter towards her. I want to be like her! Take Pamela Anderson for example, if you talk about her in the pub, most women would say she's a tramp or "not all that" or a bimbo or got fake boobs or whatever. In reality, she's a multi-millionaire with the best body a woman of her age could ever have! She's stunning, she's got stunning kids. She's a business woman, she's a loving mother. She works hard to support her favourite causes, she's not always had it easy and she deserves every bit of her happiness. Do you think girls in this country ever pay her a compliment though?! Do they Hell! And why is that? Cos they know she's done a million times better than they could ever do and cos they also know that Pammie, given ten minutes with their boyfriend, would devour him totally and show him the best time he'd ever had in his life. Jealousy - it's a terrible thing!
So, poor Alex has been a victim of jealousy and for it she has been beaten black and blue, been stamped on all over her body and even been punctured by the heel of one of their cheap stiletto boots. Luckily the police arrested the girls today so that at least should have ruined their week. We got the good news while we were out having lunch.
After lunch I took Alex shopping to cheer her up. I bought her three pairs of shoes, a skirt, two dresses and two tops. She kept saying "No" but she deserved every bit of it. See, the girls (if I can even call them that - bloke-ish tramps more like) thought they were destroying her, when actually, after the wounds heal, Alex has actually had a great time. She's had nothing but people's sympathy and presents! She's had about 12 bouquets of flowers since it happened too! I am so sickened by what has happened I can't even put it into words and everybody who knows Alex feels the same. It's devastating!
After our shopping stint we took Paddy and Lyla home (we had dropped them at the pet shop earlier to have a bath and groom) and shot back to Brentwood to meet Alex's sister and her two children. The kids entertained us over coffee with monkey impressions and we all talked about how sick people are and how mush we want to move away. Alex and her family are planning to move abroad one day too. We've all had just about as mush as we can take.
On a happier note, two horses have moved into my mum and dad's stables. They are beautiful. I've just been down to see them. When I was a kid, we advertised for someone to come and look after our horses and a girl called Sally took the job. She was only a couple of years older than me and we were like sisters growing up and horse-riding together. Well, now Sally is all grown up with kids of her own and the horses in our stables are hers! I'm so glad she's back at Marsh Manors. I love Sally to bits. Even better, later in the week, she's bringing down a tiny baby Shetland Pony. He's smaller than Paddy!!!!! I can't wait! I haven't been anywhere near the stables since we had to have my beloved Cheeky put down so it was a bit weird going up there just now but I'm over the moon that we have horses here again. Actually I'm lying - I did go in the bottom field a few weeks back when Rebel (one of the black labs) went missing. We found him stuck in the stream and Russ, Jordan and Lauren had to do a rescue mission. Not nice - they got covered in muddy stream water.
Tonight, Alex is coming back over to put some more blonde in my hair and to add a few more extensions (I left hundreds all over Cyprus!) before my show on Friday. She is then gonna stay the night - we're having a girlie one. Alex is also thinking about turning lesbian due to realising what I've known for ages - that men are good for one thing only (and most of the time they can't even get that right, either suffering from premature you-know-what, not being able to get it up in the first place out of sheer terror or just being crap in general). Carolina might also pop over. When we were at mine earlier I showed Alex my "better than porn" video of me and Ben dancing and she also said she would give anything to shag him. Ha ha. I'm telling you - give a girl a man who can dance and she'll wet her knickers over him every time! It doesn't help though that Ben is mega good-looking. I mean, if he was minging and a good dancer then maybe we'd just have a half-hearted perve over him and forget about it but cos he's so gorgeous and talented and strong, we can't quite contain ourselves! I go to bed dreaming about him. Well, actually I dream about him and the fit barman together but that's another story..... Ha ha.
So, my whole body is aching again today. I need a big strong man to come over and massage me from head to toe paying particular attention to certain areas. Not that I know any big strong men who are capable of showing me a good time (other than the barman who is in Cyprus or Ben, who is taken). Maybe I'll call Ross Kemp........
Since Paddy and Lyla had their bath today, Paddy has turned all horny. He's been trying to hump Lyla all day (who is very confused and doesn't really know what's going on!). My dad has just taken them for a walk to try and tire them out. Paddy won't leave her alone otherwise!
Tomorrow I am rehearsing all day for the show on Friday. A full day of Ben! Yippeee! I can't wait. Much as every bone in my body hurts and every muscle feels like it's been torn, I know that once I get there I'll be switched on and loving it. I wish I could do this every day for a living!
I'm slightly worried cos my tan has started to peel off and my whole back looks like I have some sort of skin-disease - well, that or it looks like snakeskin. The problem being that the dress I am wearing on the night of the show is totally backless! I seriously hope that the make-up team can do something about it cos it's really gonna look awful otherwise! Carolina and I both went black in Cyprus - we've both got naturally dark olive skin and we tan really easily. Unfortunately I also have really dry skin so the minute I get back it starts to peel off. Carolina was sitting picking at it yesterday. She pulled one chunk off that was as big as my finger (and showed me with delight!) Ha ha. Gross!
I had better go now cos the girls are due over at any minute. I'm looking forward to having a girlie night in and to sharing gossip about men and perving over the Ben video again (sorry Ben if you're reading this! I don't mean to talk about you like a piece of meat and you know I'm only half-serious anyway! It's just that you can't be that gorgeous and expect us girlies not to drool! And don't worry, I'll be totally professional when in your company - I won't try anything on - it's just that bit where you touch my face that sends shivers down my spine and makes me go all giggly!!!!). I just can't wait for the actual night of the show to see him in a suit! If only all the best ones weren't taken! Robbie was right when he said all the best ones are married or gay. All that's left for us single girls are the useless scared wimps or the poncing control freaks. I want a man like Ben (or Eminem, Justin, Heath, Jake, fit barman). In fact, if I do ever have another relationship I just want a REAL man full-stop. Someone who knows how to throw me round the bedroom, who won't get involved in my career (or what I wear), someone who'll show me a good time and someone who'll be there when I need them. It's not mush to ask is it!? Judging on past experience I reckon it'd be easier to find a needle in a haystack. I might start looking now. By the time I find the needle, my bits would have closed up and I won't have the need for a man anymore anyway! Who needs one when you've got "the tiffany" on your bedside table?! Great as it is - it's still not quite the same as a real live man though. I need to smell the sweat and feel the muscle occasionally. Did I tell you I've got an unhealthy fetish obsession with the smell of men's armpits?! Ha ha. NO?! well, I won't go into it now but lets just say that the sweatier Ben gets tomorrow, the more I'll want him..........
So, time to be off. Hope you enjoyed my warbling for today! It's all for your benefit you know! Who am I trying to kid - we all know it's my self-therapy and if I didn't have it I'd probably be in a padded room by now! Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do!
Lots of love to all of you (and special love to Ben who I can't wait to see tomorrow). Hope you are having a fun week. I know I am - my life can't get better than being paid to dance with a drop-dead gorgeous guy!
X x x x x x x
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