Well, here I am sitting in the study again. I've had my hair done today and it is now a mixture of really dark brown, black and bright red. As you all probably know, I get bored really quickly so decided it was time for a change. No doubt Jordan will have bright red hair next week and OK mag will run a big feature on how amazing it is and how she's a style icon, with a pic of me next to it saying that I copied her. Just for the record, OK, it is the 15th Feb 06 and my hair is now bright red..... Got it?! ;)
Yesterday, as you know, I launched my PETA add campaign in London. I took Dave sax with me and we had a really nice morning with all the people from PETA. It didn't start too well though, I must say. Me and Dave had stayed at my new house (I'm finally sleeping in there! Woohoo) so we drove back to Marsh Manors at 8am to discover what I thought was a tramp on my drive. The guy must have been about 65, he was wearing wellies, a green woolly hat and had a big long beard. The car parked up next to him was a rusty 25 year old volvo. He was standing talking to himself and started randomly shouting when we pulled up. My dad came out of the house looking perplexed and whispered to me "I'm gonna call the police if he doesn't go away". The guy clearly wasn't the full ticket, nothing wrong with that, but he was scary with it. Turns out, the chauffeur car company had sent him to pick me up. Immediately I thought "Ok, MTV are blantantly 'Punking' me and I'm not falling for it" so I rang publicist Jo and told her I wasn't getting in the car and then phoned a cab to come and pick me up. I'm still not quite sure whether it was some sort of joke/stunt and if it wasn't then I have no idea what the car company were thinking and I would be very surprised if actually ANYONE ever does get in his car. Anyway, we made it in the end and everything was fine.
I'm hoping you've all looked at the PETA website (see yesterday's blog). I love the picture (and so did all the men who turned up to look at it). It's now sitting in my house, waiting to go on the wall.
When we got back from London, Dave and I went out for lunch and then came back to meet Jord and Rusty. The three boys came with me to my P.A in Jumpin Jaks in Coventry. The drive, which was nearly two hours, was spent playing the band name game: you take it in turns to say a band name. When it's your turn, you have to say a band beginning with the last letter of the one the previous person said. For example, if Dave went before me and he said "The Killers", then I would have to say one beginning with "S", so I might say "Starsailer" then Jordan, who's next would have to say one beginning with "R". Very simple, yet hours of fun. We totally amused ourselves and laughed hysterically as Jordan kept being lumbered with the letter "S" and after an hour, he had exhausted all the "S's". Yes, we know we are all geeks, but it doesn't take mush to amuse us. My tour manager Gary sat sniggering in the front listening to us all.
When we got to Coventry, Jordan and Russ went to abuse the bar while me and Dave got ready in the hotel. once at the club, we all got a bit tipsy as the free drink flowed. In a nut shell, we watched 4 people strip naked on stage (to win prizes), we rode a scooter through the club for a laugh, we dressed up as Michael Jackson after raiding the dressing-up box in the dressing room and we generally misbehaved. I squirted a load of chocolate body paint over the 4 naked people and made them lick it off each other and then I posed on a big bed with all the crowd who wanted pictures. At the end of the night we all slept dribbling on each other's shoulders as we got driven back to Essex. All in all, a very funny night!
We got home at 5am this morning and Dave and I went to my new house to crash out, leaving Jordan and Rusty cooking a stir fry - Don't ask?!
At 8am, I was woken up by the carpenter knocking on the door. He then proceeded to use an electric drill for the next two hours in the room next to us and we must have been so tired, we slept through the whole thing.
When we did eventually get up, we went into Brentwood for some lunch, I did a couple of radio and one magazine interview ("B" mag - I'll let you know when it's out) and then Tony, Lauren, Dave and Jord all came back to the Manors to keep me company while I got my hair done. I have just finished now, it's 8.15pm and we are all going out for an Indian at 9.30pm.
Dave sax and I are kind of "seeing" each other. I mean, we've been snogging loads and even holding hands but nothing has been said as to whether we are a couple or just taking it slowly. In a way it's really nice cos we've known each other so long that it kind of feels like we already are a couple but without any pressure. Apart from the fact that I've always secretly fancied him, I feel very comfortable holding hands and being with him. It's like putting your favourite old jumper on. It just feels good and right. Not that I'm comparing Dave to an old jumper, lets not forget, he looks just like Jake Gyllenhaal (or however you spell it, must look it up one day soon, I'm spelling it different every time!) but it's just a totally new experience for me. I've never been out with a friend of mine before or had anything romantic with one (unless you count drunk spin-the-bottle, but I don't). Perhaps that's where I've been going wrong! Dave though is just lovely and I haven't got a clue what's going to happen. You know me, I always want to be single, but somehow can't manage to do it for very long. Not that I'm complaining, I'm loving having snogs and cuddles from a very intelligent, very talented, school-teaching, band member, Jake Gyllenhal lookalike, who I've been friends with for two years. The great thing is, he's been part of our gang for a long time, everyone knows and loves him. He's a school teacher (which is a massive turn-on - not sure why, perhaps it's the thought of him disciplining me) so has a lot in common with Lauren and they have always got on well. He plays bass in a band called Jagged, which is the same band that Russ plays drums for (they won the battle of the bands competition in Mykanos last year). He plays 13 instruments in total (he's a music teacher in case you hadn't guessed) and he also plays sax with my brother's band (hence the name Dave sax). Oh.... and he loves Paul Weller (he also loves Bon Jovi, but we won't talk about that).
The bottom line is that he's a good friend, to everyone and not just me, he's very sexy and that is all I need.
I had a good laugh with him yesterday when we were out having lunch and a load of the kids he teaches saw us. They came running over asking for an autograph and also asking "SIr, how do you know Jodie Marsh?" (the kids are all on half term). I told them that he was my boyfriend and they went away with their autographs screaming that they couldn't wait to tell all the other kids at school. Comedy. Poor Dave doesn't even know what's coming to him when he goes back on Monday! At least now, Lauren isn't the only one suffering in her job because she's friends with me!!
The maddest thing happened while I was getting my hair done. Suddenly my garden was full of policemen (plain-clothed and uniform). Cars came from every angle and a helicopter circled above. The coppers were literally running through my garden and all around my fields. One came running to the door to ask if we'd seen anything, which we hadn't, and then ran off again. All we managed to find out was that they were looking for a guy in jeans, with a bare chest, with weapons!!! Blimey. After about half an hour of policemen running around our grounds, sirens wailing madly all around us and us all being slightly scared, we were informed that they had caught the guy but that they would have to come back later with sniffer dogs as they thought he had dropped his weapons in the chase. I have no idea what the guy had done but it was obviously something really serious. Scary stuff. I felt like I was in an episode of "The Bill". I'm hoping it wasn't Fran or some other mad ex of mine. Ha ha.
Anyway, had better be off as I need to beautify myself for the meal with the gang. The red hair doesn't look too hot without any make up on!
I'll write again tomorrow in between filming for MTV, filming for Virgin and snogging Dave's face off - did I tell you he's the best kisser EVER?!!!!
Night night
xxx
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