Oh yes! The invites have gone out. I am covered from head to toe in glitter (and so is Sugar Hut floor, Prezzo's restaurant, Steve, Sarah, Dave and Lauren, the whole of my mum and dad's house, and anywhere else I've been in the last two days!) Me and Steve are back at my mum's now. We all went out for dinner earlier and the others went off to the cinema, while me and Steven came back to Marsh Manors to finish off the invites and party planning. I'm a woman on a mission. There's no point having a party unless you're gonna do it right!
My mate Adele just popped over. I've known her since I was 5 years old. She wanted to borrow some jewellery to wear to a posh do she's going to at the weekend. She's got a fit new bloke so it was nice to meet him. She's had a rough time lately so I'm really happy for her. She was glowing with the excitement of someone that's getting great sex! Ha ha. You know the glow......
Me and Steve are like the lonely spinsters at the mo. We're sat smoking on our own, whinging that we need a nice man, when really if we had one, all we'd do is moan about him anyway.
My mum is on my case again about my receipts for the tax man. God I hate this time of year! I know it's easy to keep my receipts in a safe place but somehow I never quite manage it and they end up getting lost, which results in my mum having a massive rant at me! After being told off for ten minutes (mush to Steve's amusement), she said to me, "where are your petrol ones then?", "in the car", I replied. "Well go and get them then!", she shouted, to which I whispered back "My car's in Wales". My mum then put her head on the table and made crying noises for 5 minutes while Steven laughed and I carried on trying to separate the tube of superglue from a magazine it had stuck itself to. I ended up lending my car to my brother (which means I have to drive around in the silver boat or his big white van all week) to take to Wales to see his bird. He couldn't face driving the 200 miles in the family wagon and wanted to floor it all the way in mine instead. I only agreed to lend it to him at the gig last night, if at the end, when people were shouting for more, he played 7 more songs, two in particular favourites of mine (Town Called Malice and Hit the Road Jack). He did and I handed the keys over. Went and bought a tape connector thingy for my ipod today though so I can at least have decent music in the boat.
The gig last night was amazing, as per normal. Jonny, Emma, Jo and her sis, Dimples, Sam, Darius, Michelle (Bass from Big Brother), Mark, Sarah and Steve were all there. We danced on the sofas and screamed lots (I lost my voice AGAIN). We are the biggest groupie fans of Jord's. We know every word to every song and we constantly shout requests throughout the night. We like to call ourselves "the voices from the back". Am putting pics up as I type this so as soon as my man puts them in galleries, they'll be viewable (He's slacking a bit recently! Might need to call him up and have a moan).
Today, we have spent 12 hours discussing my party and half an hour discussing how fit Dimples is. Look out for the pics cos they WILL be up soon (I'll get the whip out on my man). We love a fit bloke to look at. It's funny how we all have a better night when there's some joyous eye candy.
I spoke to Steve Craddock's wife yesterday. She called me up to talk about my party and while we were on the phone, she asked if we had enjoyed the Paul Weller concert. I told her that we were like the scene in Notting Hill where Julia Roberts goes to the normal people's house and as she leaves, the biggest screams ever come from behind the door and Hugh Grant says "oh, they always do that when I leave". That was us in the car park after meeting Weller. We were as cool as was possible, under the circumstances (bear in mind that Paul is the biggest idol to all of the Marsh household) and when we got out to the car, we all let out the biggest screams! A woman getting in her car next to us nearly jumped out of her skin. Mrs Craddock thought it was hilarious though and told me that she and Steve have nick-named me the "Marshall Amp" after the amps made by Marshall. They reckon I'm so loud that it's a fitting name. I love it! When I left her a message the other day (which was really really long), she listened to it and Steve said "Blimey, who's that?", she said "the Marshall Amp" and he laughed. I've never really had a nick-name before (apart from Slag, tramp, slut, slapper: all courtesy of the mirror newspaper thank you very mush) so I quite like it. I'm normally the one who names everybody else, eg. from Pat to Dimples and Lauren to School-Teacher Lauren.
The dogs are going mental in the other room. They must have heard a noise or something cos they are barking like good-uns. Steve is running in to try and shut them up so they don't wake marge and parge.
My Booze Britain program was on last night. No good to me cos No 1. I was out and No 2. No one told me it was on. Managed to catch the repeat though at 1.30am. It was very good. The show was an hour long and they focused on me and my friends and a group from Newcastle. While the lot from Newcastle got pissed as newts, fell over in the street, were sick everywhere and passed out; we drank 4 drinks each (more than enough to get us all merry and singing) then went home for food! For the first time in my life I actually looked like an angelic child! Result!! I though they were gonna try and make me look like a mad party girl (which I am but in a nice way!) and that I was a total alcoholic (the film crew encouraged us to drink more all night) but we ended up looking like nice, decent, fun-loving, well-behaved people - which is great! We are all of those things, obviously, it's just rare that I'm shown in a true light, as we all know how people like to portray me. Very funny program anyway, our favourite bit being when a drunk man ran across a road at full pelt and smacked straight into a lamp-post, knocking himself spark out! Comedy! I bet the editors of the show watched that over and over again! It was TV gold!
Daddy Marsh has just shouted down from upstairs for me to make the dogs be quiet. It's like the Osbournes here. There's always a million people in the house and 7 dogs barking! Carnage. I've put them all out for a wee cos I can't make them be quiet. They're too excited. Paddy is chasing the girls round the dining table (their favourite game).
Changing the subject slightly. I texted a fit bloke today to ask what he's wearing for my party ("Oh no", I hear you groan, "not more party talk") and said to make sure that whatever it was, it had easy access. I thought he was gonna reply something like "Oi Cheeky!" then I had already planned to text him back "No, so that you can pee!" or whatever but he texted back "You better make sure yours has easy access too then babe!" Ha ha. Looks like I'm getting some action on the night! Wooohoooo! I should hope so too, being the Birthday Girl!
Anyway, I'm having one of those annoying nights where my head is all over the place and I've got nothing in particular to say, so I'm gonna go now. I've got to finish putting the pics on the site anyway and me and Steve wanna go and watch a film. A nice relaxing end to a manic day. Paddy is scratching at the door to come back in so I'm outta here folks. When the big man calls..... I gotta go to him!
Love and glitter and dirty text messages
xx
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