HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!
Before I start, just want to say a special thanks to Wesley Snips for making my night.
Ok..... It feels like it's been ages. Where you been all my life?! I'm back now. Had a mad Birthday/Christmas/Boxing Day/New Years Eve and now things are returning to normal. I know I've neglected the blogerina a little bit but it's cos I've hardly been at home due to all the festivities and sales shopping I've been doing. I will not neglect again any time soon and I will now fill you in on all the stuff that's happened. Lauren is sat here with me, we both have aching legs. We just remembered why: we attempted to walk the 3 miles home last night in our highly inebriated state. We only got half way though cos we got scared . We were next to a cemetery in the pitch black and I called Dave. Ten minutes later he had picked us up in a cab and dropped us home safe and sound. Well, actually he dropped us at the end of my road so that we could complete our mission on foot (which meant we HAD to walk the last 100 yards).
The last thing I think I wrote (I didn't check before I started this) was that we were about to go ice skating. If it wasn't, I'm sorry and I can't be bothered to go back and check now. It's hard enough writing this with a sicky hangover. Anyway, ice skating was the nuts. Those of us that went were me, Dimples, Jordan and Karleigh and Sunnie, Kyle and Kaine, Emma and Jonny, Jo and Rob, Lauren, Sarah and Dave and gay Steve and marge and parge (although they didn't skate they just filmed us and took pictures form the side). We went to the outdoor rink in Greenwich. It's beautiful, there are fairy lights all around the outside and they play Christmas songs as you skate round. We went last year on Boxing day, only it was a birthday surprise for me from my mum. She rounded up all my mates and we drove there in convoy. I didn't know what was going on til we got there and we had such a fantastic time that we vowed to do the same every year from then on (pics will be up soon).
Ice skating was brilliant - what more can I say? Sarah (who we have nicknamed 'Bambi on Ice' due to her extra long legs) fell over the most, although three times when I was holding her hand, she took me down with her. Dave couldn't get to grips with it at all and gave up after fifteen minutes. Jo and Rob also didn't like it so gave up to go and stand in the warm but the rest of us loved every second of it and whizzed round and round til our feet were numb and our clothes were all wet (from falling over). We all came back to Marsh Manors after and my mum and dad laid a big buffet out for everyone. After that we spent the night playing silly games (in particularly, our favourite, ibble dibble, which involves being splatted with a big black dot on the face - pics will be up soon). Kyle (my soul mate), Karleigh (his sister and Jord's girlfriend), Sunnie (her daughter) and Kaine (Kyle and Karleigh's other brother) stayed with us for 4 days over Christmas. I was in heaven cos for the last 9 years, Kyle has either gone away or gone home to Wales. It was pure joy to have him here! Sunnie made all of us want babies cos she's the cutest thing in the world and a couple of days ago made us cry laughing when she walked back into the room announcing loudly that she'd "just had a poo!" in her squeaky little welsh accent. Absolute joy and laughter all round. Love the whole Welsh crew being with us!
The last few days have been a combination of laying on a sofa (I've been ill) and shopping for new house stuff in the sales. I'm not sure what's wrong with me, I've got a cough and cold, which I've had for a few weeks, but the last few days I've had severe stomach cramps, hot and cold sweats, the shakes and been feeling very sick all day. No, I'm not pregnant, before you pesky little journalists start jumping to conclusions. I've genuinely been really ill and not been able to eat mush. The times that I have felt better, I've popped to Lakeside to the retail parks and bought a bed, a sofa, and a ton of other stuff for my new house. I'm so excited about moving in, it's just the best thing ever!! My bed is being delivered on the 14th Jan. It's like an Eskimo's bed. It's huge, charcoal grey fake suede and covered in fake wolf skin fluffy throws and cushions. I've never seen such a beautiful bed. Come the 14th, I'll be sitting on my door step waiting in glee for the men in the big truck. And once it's inside I'm going to arrange it all to look amazing and then get in it and not leave for 4 days. Until you buy a house and start furnishing it, you don't even realise how exciting it all is. I'm in my element! I won't go on and tell you everything I've bought cos it'll bore you senseless, instead lets get to the important stuff:
So..... "Dimples", you ask, "What's going on?" Well, there's a confusing thing if I ever knew one. On further speculation, we don't appear to actually get on that well. And I think what I have been doing is more commonly known as 'flogging a dead horse'. Remember, in the early days (all of those 3 weeks ago) I thought that the fact that we were the total opposite was a good thing. Not so. We actually do not agree on ANYTHING. In the last few days we have argued over what I should buy for the new house (Lauren said he's got the taste of a 70 year old man buying a country cottage), we argued cos he put a chrome laundry bin I had just bought straight into a puddle on the ground beside the car, we argued cos he said I was patronizing (after I shouted at him for putting the brand new laundry bin in a puddle), we argued over the style of the sofa I should have and we argued over whether the company that made the sofa would make me a chair to match (I said they would, he said they wouldn't ), we argued over whether Pamela Anderson would do Celebrity Big Brother (I said I'd love to see her in it and that she probably would do it, he said she wouldn't), we argued over whether bricks looked better painted white or left red, we argued over whether my big TV would fit in my new lounge (of course it will, he was just being awkward), we argued over why he's got a cough (he reckons it's cos I smoke, I said everyone I know has a cough AND cold at the moment), we argued over me speaking to his friends on the phone (I was being polite saying Merry Christmas, he got annoyed that I took the phone off him) and finally we argued over why we argue. It's not a good state of affairs.
Last night was New Year's Eve and before we met he had already booked to go to a party in a hotel in London and stay there in a room afterwards. Not a problem, I never make plans so didn't know until last night that I would be going to Sugar Hut. The thing that bothered me about him staying in the hotel is that A. He admitted that when he booked it, he had thought the best thing about booking a room was that he could pull a girl and take her back to his room B. I don't trust men and C. he's a man. I also have a problem with hotel's cos when I was with Kenz, he was staying in a hotel once doing a P.A and after his P.A, he called me for a chat from his room. In the background, I heard his mate say "Come on Kenz, there's pussy waiting downstairs". The biggest row in the world then followed and Kenz stayed on the phone to me all night to prove he wasn't up to anything. My problem is that until I trust someone fully, I see anything like 'staying in a hotel without me', as an opportunity to get up to stuff. And get up to stuff, he probably did, in my eyes. He knew I was wary of him staying in a hotel without me, he knew this because I had stressed to him more than a few times that I was worried about it. He also knew that since I wouldn't be seeing him, I'd like at least a couple of phone calls throughout the night. Did I even get one phone call? No, is the answer. Not one. Not a bean. Not a single sniff of a phone call to his own girlfriend at midnight or even when he was going to bed. I was expecting both.
That, my friends, is how you know you are flogging a dead horse. He's not that bothered about me. He wasn't thinking of me. I am saved in his phone as "Jodie Marsh" - which seems more than a little odd to me. As his girlfriend, you would expect me to just be "Jodie" or "my bird" or even just "Jod". Nope, I am to him just the famous Jodie Marsh that he has seen on TV. After 4 weeks or whatever it's been, he doesn't even know the real me well enough to know that a phone call at midnight would have meant more to me than anything. I have spoken to him a few times today but haven't yet broached the subject, as I can't be bothered just yet with another row. I might just switch my phone off, in fact. Don't get me wrong, he's a lovely guy. He's not malicious or spiteful, he's not nasty or aggressive, but he's not one bit right for me and hasn't done anything so far to make me go weak at the knees (except leaving his mate's wedding to see me, which I later found out Lauren had told him to do). The Ocean Colour Scene thing he did was great but he's the bigger Ocean Colour Scene fan and plus, I can go any time I want. I'm mates with Steve and Sally Craddock. We phone each other. They have invited me to dinner at their house. It was hardly the present of the century. I'm not being ungrateful (I know I do sound ungrateful and I'm really, really not as I did have a great time), but it's just that it's not the most amazing thing he could have done for me. A motorbike track day would have been amazing or if he had ever bothered to read my blog, he would have seen that it's always been a dream of mine to stay in the Dorchester. He could have arranged a night there instead of the night in a posh hotel in Glasgow after the concert. A few weeks ago, even, we were talking about Musicals and I was telling him how I'd love to see the Lion King. Even that, would have been something personal to me that I would have loved. Instead I woke up with a sore head on my actual birthday in a hotel in Scotland with no friends or family around and had to get on an aeroplane to get home. I'm not attacking him or his choices, I'm just high-lighting how different we are and that it's probably never going to work. For Christmas, I bought him and my brother and Dave a sky-dive. I also bought one for Sarah and Steven to thank them for all the hard work they put into my party. I got myself and Lauren one too so that we can all do it together on Valentines Day (although me and Lauren are doing it for Charity so we need to raise the sponsorship between now and then). Now that, is a great present. For ages, we have all said that we would love to do a sky-dive. I've done 5 bungee jumps and loved them so personally I know I'm going to love it. The fact that the 7 of us are going to be thrown out of a plane at 15,000ft on Valentines Day is exciting, nerve-wracking and thoroughly brilliant. I can't wait! Anyway, enough of moaning about Dimples. I don't know what's going to happen with him. Right now I feel like I want to be on my own cos it's too mush stress to be with someone and to not get on. If he knew the first thing about me, he would have known that a phone call last night was a necessity, that an Ocean Colour scene gig was not the best birthday present ever, that I am only patronizing when I feel like people have no common sense and need to be told that they are doing something wrong (who puts brand new furniture in a puddle on the ground anyway?) and that I have had enough messing men to last a lifetime. Someone giving me grief is not what I need. All I'm after now is a quiet and happy life. Well.... Maybe not quiet cos that would be boring, but I definitely don't want arguments with a man. If I want an argument to vent some anger, I can just phone up any one of the vile journalists that still slate me cos they are too lazy and jellus to write anything true or nice. The people I spend every day with need to be the same as me: fun, hyper, nice, polite, a little bit mad and intelligent. Not argumentative and moody or weird. Dimples is a lovely, lovely guy. He's the total opposite to me and that, I have come to realise, is just not going to work.
On a better note, I am doing The Games again this year. I'm going back for a Champion of Champions along with all the other famous faces. I won't tell you what event I'm doing cos it'll spoil it but I've gotta do two things. I'm starting training soon cos I need to get fit for it. Last time I had a personal trainer for 4 months (but I was doing 7 events), this time I think they are giving me one for 6 weeks. I'm really looking forward to it though. It'll be nice to see everyone again (esp Phillip Olivier eh girls? Check out gallery for 6-pack pics of him) and it'll give me something to focus on other than men
I'm gonna go now cos I've got some Pizza Express dough balls in the fridge that are crying to be put in the oven. My dad is doing a roast dinner later for me and Lauren and in the mean time, we are going to go over to my flat armed with weapons and dogs as we think someone is living in one of the cupboards in there (when I went in there last night, one of the bathroom taps was running on full and Lauren heard noises about 4 times when sitting in the bedroom that sounded like someone was moving about upstairs).
I wish you the best year ever (until next year anyway) and I hope that all your dreams come true (if they don't, then MAKE them come true yourselves). Everything you do is a direct result of your own actions, so be a nice person, fight for what you want and never give up on what you want cos trust me, you'll get there if you work at it. Make 2006 the best year you've ever had, cos I'm gonna aim for that too. If it fails, well then I'll go and be a Holiday Rep in Barbados and live barefoot on a beach with dreadlocks!
Lots and lots of love in 2006
Jodie
P.S the reason Wesley Snips gave me and Lauren a laughing fit to the point that we choked last night, is that while we were doing the scary walk home from Brentwood on our own at 4am, we passed a boy's road who I know called Wesley Squibb. Every time a car went past, we were yelling "CAR!" and jumping into the muddy grass verge (as there was no pavement) and as yet another car drove past us and turned into the road that Wesley Squibb lives down, I drunkenly slurred to Lauren (after moving back into the road from the mud) "Oh, it's probably just Wesley Snips and his bird". We then laughed until 5am and actually couldn't sleep for laughing. I think I had confused Squibb with Snipes and somehow it had come out as Snips but for some reason we found it more funny than anything we had ever heard. We are still splitting our sides now and it has taken me ten minutes just to write this little section cos we've been laughing so hard. Simple things please simple minds. I suppose you have to know us to understand our humour but I just know that Kyle is going to wet himself when I tell him about Wesley Snips. Sorry, if none of you find that amusing, I just had to write it down, cos I know that if I ever feel sad I can come back and read this blog and laugh out loud at me calling Wesley Squibb, Wesley Snips.
Ooooooh, also all the party pics are up now. Also the new Paul Weller pics are up (where he's kissing me!!!!) and some of our Christmas and my actual birthday shots are up. See Gallery. In the next few days, a load of pics of me out on my mini-moto, that Dave bought me, will be up, the ice skating pics will be up and New Year's Eve will be up (sorry about the picture of my sick on the road, I though it highly amusing at 3.30am to take a picture of the sick I had just done and Lauren agreed that we should get a pic of it "for the website"). Always check old galleries too cos new pics are being added all the time. Enjoy xxx
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