Hello everyone
Where did I get to? Well, yesterday me and Sarah went with my dad to a shop-fitting shop to buy all the rails for my clothes for my dressing room. Sarah sat guard in the van outside the shop in case a traffic warden came along and I sat bored in the shop waiting for the man to get my rails. So bored in fact that I took to taking pictures of my bored face and multi-media-ing them to Sarah sitting 10 yards away in the van. She then sent pictures back of herself pulling faces. The man in the shop tried to rip us off as well. Bastard. It backfired though. Basically, when we went in, we said we wanted the cheapest chrome rails that they did. We gave him all the measurements and he added it all up. It came to £500 not including VAT. Then, when he went out the back to get it all out of the stockroom, he was gone for ages. When he eventually came back, he said that he didn't have the ones he had shown us and could give us another brand which looked exactly the same. He then re-quoted the price of the other ones and it came to £200. Thieving bitch. So, actually he hadn't given us a quote for the cheapest ones at all in the first place. Although we did end up getting the cheap ones as he didn't have the expensive ones, he still tried to rob us blind. Won't be going back there in a hurry!! You won't be able to see the rails once all my clothes are hanging on them anyway so it really doesn't matter what they look like.
After that, we went to B&Q and bought yet more paint for the downstairs (the masking tape we put round the walls for painting the windows ripped all the paint off the walls when we took it off - nice!). We went back to the new house and dropped off all the stuff for Franco the chippie to get on with and Sarah, Lauren and I went for dinner in our mate Peppe's restaurant. We ended up staying there til 4o'clock this morning telling ghost stories and putting the world to rights. Upstairs in Peppe's restaurant is very spooky and apparently years ago a man murdered his wife in there so we all crept up there at 3am in the dark to scare ourselves. We got as far as the corridor outside the scary bedroom and freaked out. We ran screaming for the downstairs but giggling like idiots the whole way down!
When we got back to mine, Sarah couldn't find her keys to get in so ended up staying at mine. We slept in a big double bed with all 5 dogs, who were like little hot water bottles in the freezing cold room.
This morning, we were woken to my dad telling me that there were 2 paparazzi waiting outside the house for me. He had already gone out and spoken to them by this point (it was 8am) and they had told him that their boss had told them to get a picture of me today. Unfortunately for them, I was doing a photoshoot at home today for the News of the World Sunday magazine so wasn't leaving the house. They wouldn't give up though and even when my dad went back out and told them I wouldn't be leaving the house, they still sat there all day! They'll have to do more than that to get a pic of me as I'm a bit of a recluse these days. Ha ha. Although we did have a laugh lying in bed as Sarah pointed out that if they got a ladder up to the bedroom window - the shot they'd have got would be worth LOADS. Me in bed with another woman and 5 dogs! You can just imagine the headlines: Jodie in animalistic lesbian orgy! Or: What a load of dogs! Oh how we laughed...... Fockers.
When my shoot and interview finished, Lauren came over and we watched The Simpsons and then I fell asleep on the sofa for half an hour. When I woke up, I got ready and took Sarah, Tony Trumpet, Pants and Peppe out for dinner (Lauren went home as she wasn't feeling well). Peppe has sold his restaurant and is moving back to Italy for good on Sunday as he has bought a hotel out there so we are all trying to spend as mush time with him as possible before he goes. Not that it'll be ages before we next see him; we're already planning a holiday in his hotel (for free of course) and I'm gonna organise a big photoshoot out there too. The hotel is beautiful. He has spent the last 3 years doing it up. It's in the middle of no where. The view from every angle is absolutely spectacular and the edge of the swimming pool looks like it drops away to a cliff side. It's amazing! He's already taken a booking off a small group of Americans for £8k. So, if any picture editors are reading this and wanna take me, my make up artist and hairdresser there for a shoot and stay for free - get in touch!
After the meal, we all went to my new house, as Peppe still hadn't seen it. We ended up doing a bit of DIY. Tony and Pants put my sofa together and Peppe hung all the frosted glass beads on my big chandelier in the lounge. Jordan and Russ walked up there from the pub (as they were too drunk to drive) and found Peppe up a ladder in the lounge, the others lugging furniture about and me reading out instructions from a piece of paper as to where the beads had to go. This was 1am by then. We are now all back at Marsh Manors and everyone has gone to bed. I have come in to do a blog as I promised I would and didn't get the time to do one yesterday.
Everything is coming along nicely. The house is looking more beautiful by the day and I am very happy. This weekend Jordan and Russ are helping me move in properly (ie. taking all my clothes and shoes to the house) and by next week I should be a grown up with my own house!!!
Now, onto something funny, if not very annoying and pathetic. As you all know, I don't read the rag newspapers so I was very upset to find out yesterday from a friend that the nutter Micheal Bullymore had given an interview to the Sun, and in it, he had said that the reason he didn't like me and kept having a go at me was that "off camera" in Big Brother, I kept having a go at Jordan!!!! GET THAT!!! Hang on twat face..... what exactly do you mean "off camera"???? Now, I know he had to say SOMETHING to get himself off the hook for his unreasonable, vile bullying and insane behaviour towards me, as no doubt, since being out of the house, people have told him exactly what a c**t and fool he looked by acting towards me the way he did; but come on?! Man - have a brain. The whole country knows there is no such thing as "off camera" in Big Brother. The die-hard fans watched it 24 hours a day on the live streaming. What a nutter. Even more mental is the fact that the Sun actually printed it! What a bunch of losers. I think I actually might sue them this time. I keep threatening to do it but this one is so far from the truth that I think it's about time they paid me lots of money for the pleasure of lying about me!
The only time I spoke about Jordan was the ONE time that Burns (the ugly one that no one is sure if it's male or female) questioned me about her and I answered the trannie honestly. Later on Pete would hold my replies against me in an argument about how vile I was. All I did, when asked what she looked like (as Pete pretended to not know) was say that "she looks good in pictures but that actually she's not really that stunning. She slates my nose all the time but hers is hooked like a witche's from the side and not that perfect" or something to that effect. He asked, I answered HONESTLY. I wasn't trying to be nasty or get a dig in about her, I was just pointing out what I see as fact. Her nose is a bit dodgy from the side and because of that, I don't think she has grounds to slate mine. That's all. Michael though, latched onto this one conversation (that he ear-wigged on) and pretended to the Sun that I had talked about her non-stop "off camera" and did nothing but slag her off. Unless asked I don't talk about her and if asked about anything at all (Jordan or otherwise), I will answer honestly, which is all I did. There is no such thing as "off camera" in Big Brother. Michael knows it, The Sun know it. The general public know it. It amazes me that Michael and The Sun would insult the intelligence of the general public to such an extreme. Mind you, this is a paper that a few days ago called me a "grotty glamour girl". The editor of said rag is a feminist ginger bitch, ugly as sin, who alledgedly beats up her own bloke. Who the hell are they to call ME "grotty". People, for the thousandth time, don't buy into this garbage. If you have to do anything, write them a letter or send them an email telling them how disgusted you are that they would insult your intelligence like that as you all saw for yourselves that Barrymore was nothing but an insane twittering old man who bullied a young and slightly vunerable girl for a week, going as far as to chase me into the bedroom and verbally attack me like a mad man. I repeat: we all know there is no such thing as "off camera" in Big Brother and it is pathetic that the Sun are backing him in his bid to become a "star" again.
First things first, lets get to the bottom of why, for the last 5 years the Lubbock family haven't been given any answers regarding their sons death. Secondly, back someone that's nice and real and actually got talent (not a demented old man who's been in rehab 8 times for drink and drug abuse and who screwed his poor wife up so badly with his lies about being gay that he apperently wasn't even welcome at her funeral). I know that to Rebekah Wade (editor of the Sun), Barrymore isn't a threat. Her bloke isn't gonna run off with him and certainly wouldn't look at him in an appreciative way. If I, on the other hand, was given ten minutes on my own in a room with Ross Kemp, I reckon I could give him wet dreams over me forever more. That, my friends is why she won't let any of her staff say anything nice about me and why she won't work with me. I can't wait til she gets fired and a nice Ed takes over. I'll be back on them front pages again and she'll be trying to cling on to her bloke (probably by beating him over the head with a lamp while her new best friend Barrymore takes a dip in her pool with a fan he's met in a club). Ha ha. Let all the scum float round in their cess pit together I say. Who wants friends like Barrymore or Wade anyway?! Not I.....
So, It is now half two. There are probably loads of spelling mistakes in this blog again as I have typed quickly and I'm not going to go back and check it. Sorry. I'm too tired. Hope you all have a nice day at work tomorrow and I will write again tomorrow. Tony trumpet (the one who there are pictures of in the gallery face down in a kebab after drinking too mush, he was also Fred Flintstone at my party - just so you can put a face to a name) is coming with me to Lakeside at 10am tomorrow to pick up my blinds I've had made for the downstairs. Then I am spending the day with him and Jord doing yet more house stuff.
Happy days people.......
xxxxx
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