So, it's Monday. My whole house is freezing cold, to the point that it's difficult to type as my fingers are numb. Dad has just come home from work to light the wood burner and open fire. We do actually have central heating, just that living out here in the countryside, the house sometimes needs that extra boost. Anyway, I'm sitting here with my mate Alex behind me (she says her toes are like icicles) doing my hair extensions. We have just looked at all the pictures in my gallery and laughed our arses off. We particularly like the ugliest picture in the world (that's the one in Monstars of my top half and Selina's bottom half). We have been waffling since she got here at 10o'clock this morning. Oh, and we've also cried......
We have got the good old ipod tunes playing in the background and Friday Hill's song Baby Goodbye just came on (Kenzie's new band). He wrote the song about me and as we listened to the words (particularly Kenz's rap), we both sobbed!!!! It's so sad. I love Kenz so mush still. Not in a relationship way (as I've said before) but in a way that I want to be a part of his life forever. I see him all the time and we speak on the phone regularly which is nice and very necessary. We have exactly the same sense of humour and if I ever feel down, I know I can phone him and he'll make me laugh my tits off. The song is wicked and I love it but CANNOT listen to it without crying.
My stripper pole just got delivered. Wooooo Hoooooo!!!! I bought it from a store in America last week and had it shipped over. Alex and I stopped the hair to excitedly open the giant package. It's so beautiful! I am dribbling at the mouth at the thought of getting it put in my new house. Not sure yet whether I want it in the bedroom or lounge. Either way, special people will be treated to sexy pole dances when they come to visit and the rest of the time all the girls will be over to practice on it and learn all the moves (Alex has bagsied first go on it). My dad has just spotted it and moaned that he's got yet another job to do before I move in! He's already been shot-gunned to put up rails and shelves in my dressing room, cupboards downstairs in the 3rd lounge, a tarmac strip up my gravelled drive to get my bikes out, doors on the garage (at the moment it's like a big open barn) and shelves in my main lounge for all my dvds. Poor daddy! He's moaning but I know he wouldn't have it any other way. He likes to help and no one else is quite as handy with a black n decker as him! Back to the stripper pole..... God, I'm so excited! (Jonny, who stayed here last night with Emma, has just walked in and terrified the life out of Alex, who was deep in concentration on my hair). Stripper pole - yipeee!!! I am gonna BUST a move on that in a couple of weeks. I know most of the old tricks from working at Stringfellows (the pole was always my favourite thing in there) so I can't wait to get back into the swing of it. I always think, once a stripper, always a stripper. I physically can't walk past a pole without doing a quick spin on it! It's in my nature to want to caress it and throw myself round it. I even do it on trains (not that I go on trains mush). The odd time I do go on one, I have to do a little spin on the poles they have for people to hold on to. A few nights coming home from London clubs have been spent on tubes, hanging upside-down from the ceiling while the gang cheer me on. Pole - quality. Oooooh, did I mention I met Paul Weller.....? Sorry.....
So, Saturday, did my P.A in Bristol, which went really well. The DJ was lovely and made a big fuss of me. School teach came with me and we sunk a few free vodkas before being driven back to the Wood. We got in at 5.30am and had a chat with Paddy before taking him off to sleep in the haunted room. Yesterday, I got up at the filth hour of 9am and drove to Bethnal Green to get Kyle. Got ready at his and we took ourselves off to Erotica at Olympia. Wow! I'd never been before and within the first 5 minutes I'd spent a month's wages! Erotica is heaven on earth for me. It's a whole stadium full of wigs, eyelashes, high heels, sex toys and sexy underwear. I now have my next ten red carpet outfits sorted and my birthday fancy dress party outfit! I held a Python, got put in a cage for a TV interview, spent a fortune and saw my mate Linsey Dawn MacKenzie. I knew she was gonna be there (it was one of the main reasons I went, apart from Kyle getting me in a headlock and threatening to jump off a cliff unless I got us VIP tickets). Lins looked fab. She had a stall there selling pictures and dvds. Spent ages with her, catching up and taking money from people to have picture done with her. Jonny and Emma met us there as well. We didn't leave til about 6pm, by which time we had probably walked the equivalent of a marathon. Our feet were killing us and we had bought every single outrageous and sexy item in the whole of Erotica. I got some amazing see-through sexy underwear and stockings and long stripy socks (oh and of course a load more sex toys to add to my growing amount - I've got enough now to open a whole shop of my own). Can't wait to give it all a try out. Last night, me, Jonny and Em drove back to Brentwood to meet Lewis, Teach and Bec at my brother's gig (Em has just gone to make us all cups of tea to try and warm us up). The gig was wicked as per normal and, as predicted, Jordan mentioned no less than 5 times that we'd met Paul Weller on Friday night. When Jord sung Town Called Malice, he actually nearly blew the roof off Sugar Hut. He even managed to change the words of 'Papa Was A Rolling Stone' from "...It was the 3rd of September, that day I'll always remember, cos that was the day that my daddy died..." to "It was Friday night in Brentwood, that day I'll always remember, cos that was the day that I met Paul Weller". Quality! Now that we've met him, it feels slightly different when Jord does one of his songs. It's kind of like we've been blessed and it means even more than it already did. Anyway, won't bore you anymore with my Paul Weller obsession.
Jonny, Emma and Lewis stayed at Marsh Manors last night. When Alex finishes my hair, we were gonna go get something to eat and then try and get a tattoo done each. I just phoned the shop though and he said he's only open another hour so doesn't look like we'll make it today. Had a touch though, cos I know the owner (he's done most of my tattoos), he said he'd open up the shop on Sunday specially for us! Sweet.
Tonight I am going back to Talksport radio with my old mate James Whale. I'm on it to promote my bullying event on wed night at Eve club (see previous blog for how to get tickets). I love James though. Opinionated old git but very funny, clever and loveable.
Better be off now. Am just waiting for pictures to upload onto the site, so as soon as they are up I can change the captions. Do I ever stop working, I ask you? No, I don't, but I wouldn't have it any other way. The pics going on now are wicked so check them out.
Thanks to all the people that have walked up to me and hugged me out of the blue as well (Jordan's doing - read his blog!). Loving it! Loving his work and loving the love that's out there!
I'm signing off now, cramped with 4 people in a freezing cold office, covered in dead people's hair....... But still feeling horny as hell
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