It's late on Sunday evening. I have had my nose buried in a Jackie Collins book for the whole afternoon and evening. I've had a very quiet weekend; I wanted to relax in my house. I know I've been moved in a few weeks now but I still get excited when I look around it. It's such a novelty still that I love every minute I spend here. Friday night I stayed in and my mum and dad came over. We watched a load of TV and had some chats. They brought Baby the Chihuahua with them and she ran excitedly around the house before licking the whole of Paddy's face and then passing out on the mass of cushions on the sofa. The Chihuahuas still haven't moved in because I don't have good enough fencing all the way around my garden. I'm getting a price on it this week though so it shouldn't be too long before I have a house full of nutty dogs. Paddy is amazing and wouldn't go venturing off without me. He's such a good boy and stays close by. The Chihuahuas are a totally different kettle of fish, however. Because there are four of them; they're like a naughty little gang. They don't do what they're told and they would take great pleasure in running off to investigate the surrounding fields. Therefore, at the moment, they are having to come here one at a time for the odd night.
By the time mummy and daddy left; Lauren was on her way over. We sat up really late, chatting and playing the new quiz game I got for the PS2. At 2.30am, I get a call from Jordan (who's been out drinking in Brentwood with Max - 'boy in the attic'). He wants picking up. We dutifully got in the car and drove down to Brentwood to get them both. They ended up coming back to mine, where Jordan immediately fell asleep on the sofa and Max played a few rounds of the quiz with us. In the morning, Jordan and Lauren called to say that they were in Brentwood, about to eat. I threw some clothes on and drove down to join them for a fry-up. After that, we spent the day in Brentwood and town-next-door Shenfield. I bought a load of lovely Mother's Day presents and we stopped for a coffee (or in my case, a hot strawberry milk) and popped into our friend's shop to get some clothes. Tony met up with us and we all decided to go back to mine for another game of the quiz.
For dinner, Jordan and Tony went to the kebab shop to get a take-away and I cooked myself pizza and chips. Lauren went home to eat. During dinner, the most almighty row broke out between me and Jordan. It started over something silly and escalated into something enormous. By half seven, I was sitting crying on my own. I called Lauren for some sympathy, which she gave and after that I got in the shower. All day, we had been trying to decide what to do that night. None of us could think of anything we fancied doing. I wanted to go to a strip club, but in the end, it seemed like too mush hassle. Instead, when I was finally ready to leave; Lauren had arrived back at mine and Jord and Tony were knocking at the door. I had assumed that we wouldn't be going out together after row almighty but everyone else just carried on like normal.
We ended up going to Chelmsford. Big mistake. I wasn't in the mood for going out anyway after the row, and going to a place I don't usually go to was a silly idea. The first bar we went to was good. We got free drinks and a table at the top by the DJ stand. If I hadn't been in such a bad mood, I'd have really enjoyed it; but to be honest, all I could think about was my bed. We then decided to move onto a bigger bar that stayed open til 2am. When we arrived, the queue was all the way down the street and so we decided to chance it by going straight up to the front in the hope that the manager would recognise me and let us straight in. When we got there, however, the manager looked about 19 and wasn't very bright. I asked politely if there was any way I could skip the queue and he shook his head. By this point, people were already screaming and shouting "It's Jodie Marsh!" and I was being tapped and prodded by people behind me. I asked again if he could do anything for us and when he shook his head again and turned his back, Lauren and Jordan stepped in. They pointed out that I would normally charge a lot of money to do a P.A in a club and that I was coming into his place for free. We didn't want free entry or free drinks; we just wanted to come in without queuing so as to avoid the hassle on the street (that I was already getting). He continued to argue that they didn't give special treatment to anybody and then said "If I were to phone my head office......." I saw his face change as he said it. I was thinking "yeah you twat, if you were to phone your head office and they found out you turned me away, you'd be in trouble" - he obviously thought this too at exactly the same moment. The colour drained from his face and he finished the sentence with a mumbled "... they'd errr, they'd say that we don't err, don't make concessions". "Liar" I thought. He then made an excuse about needing to phone his head office (yeah right - like there's going to be someone at their desk at 1am) and came back ten seconds later saying "Ok, you can go in". Oh really, thanks mate.
One of the doormen was really nice. He took me to one side and told me if I had any trouble to see him. I then spent an hour doing an unpaid P.A. I don't mind chatting to people when I'm out; especially when people are being lovely, but that night I just wasn't in the mood. I'd had the biggest bust-up with Jord, I didn't want to even be out, I got agro off a stupid young man on the door of a shitty bar and to top it off, I was now doing an unpaid P.A: signing autographs, posing for pictures and talking to people about my absolute LEAST favourite subject - Big Brother. I found myself asking Lauren after half an hour "Can we go?" and also "When will people get over me being on Big Brother?" She reckons, not until the next one is on. I reckon people will want to talk about it forever. Nights like that make me wish I'd never done it! I'm sure everyone I met thought I was rude and/or cold but I can't help it. I'd had a bad evening and it got worse as it progressed. I'm only human after all. I can't smile all the time!
We did end up leaving early and stopping to get food on the way home. Anyway, when we got home, Little Britain was on the TV and I had a chuckle at that, so it wasn't all bad! Although lesson learned - there's a very good reason famous people go to London clubs - cos they don't get hassle. Crappy bars with 19 year olds for managers don't really cut it in terms of a good night out. I won't be going there again.
Today I have been at my mum's. I gave her the presents, which she loved and I had the best roast dinner ever - cooked by my dad. I then fell asleep on the sofa and was woken by Paddy clambering on to give me a hug. I came back to mine and have been here ever since reading a book.
I haven't mush felt like having company this weekend. I'm fine, but like I said above, I'm loving my house so mush that I'm quite happy to be here on my own. By tomorrow I'll be craving to see people but for tonight, I'm glad to be alone.
Friday I had a bit of weird day. It involved a busy-body old MP and me being talked about in the House of Commons. I'm too tired and too excited at the thought of getting back to my Jackie Collins book to go into it now, but I'll write again tomorrow with all the details. You're gonna love it........
Have a good day, I'll be on line again soon.
Lots of love, a very relaxed Jodie Marsh, enjoying her own company
xxxxx
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