Hello!!!! I have finally managed to find an Internet Cafe!!! Well, actually, it´s a photocopier shop (5 pence a copy) but they have internet and I have managed to persuade them to let me use a computer.
Ok.....So I´m in Valencia! I came for the last race of the Moto GP. Something is up with my website cos the last blog I wrote seems to have disappeared! So mush has happened... I´m going to try and remember everything: here goes......
Thursday daytime (last Thursday) I went go-karting with my two hubbies (I´ve now only got one by the way - more about that later though!). We had a really fun day and then in the evening, Dancer 1 went home and me and Dancer 2 went out. We went to my brother´s gig at Ivory Rooms and then went to Sugar Hut after with Lauren and Tony. Dancer 1 then came back and met us there. By the time I got home it was 2am, I was steaming drunk, I hadn´t packed a suitcase and I was leaving at 5am to fly to Valencia. Dancer 2 helped me drunkenly pack (God love him). The last time I packed a case drunk was when I was going out with Scott Sullivan and I woke up in Barbados with a case full of belts. I didn´t even pack a pair of shorts or a T-shirt!! I´d packed a whole case full of outfits I´d normally wear to a Premiere!! Comedy. Anyway, luckily Dancer 2 has his head screwed on and he packed all the things I would need (ie. shorts, t-shirts, sexy dresses etc).
Once the case was packed we all sat down to have a chat about "us" ("us" being all three of us). A few days into our threesome I realised that Dancer 1 wasn´t as into it (or me) as mush as Dancer 2 was. We were all still having fun but something wasn´t quite right. Dancer 2 was being really loving and affectionate (which I love) but Dancer 1 was more distant. I didn´t feel mush love coming from him (and didn´t even feel like he even really fancied me) so this is what brought on the serious chat (well, as serious as you can get when you´re hammered drunk). Basically we decided that me and Dancer 1 would get a divorce and that I would carry on seeing just Dancer 2. To be honest I´m not really interested in having just one boyfriend (it´s way too boring) but I do really like Dancer 2 so I am prepared to give it a go and see what happens. I mean, I´m not ready for anything heavy and serious but I don´t want to never see him again. Plus, I do love him. I just need my own space sometimes and I need to be having fun at all times. He is always lots of fun! As long as I still have my own space and life then I think it will be ok. Obviously having two boyfriends is better than having one but I keep telling myself "you can´t have it all" - it was fun while it lasted!!! I will always rememeber with fondness the time I had two boyfriends at the same time.
Anyway, back to what´s been happening. Lauren drove me and Carolina to the airport at 5am. I was still drunk. I slept the whole way on the plane and woke up in Valencia. We were supposed to be staying with "a friend" of mine out here. Because the last race of the GP is such a big event, all the hotels get booked up a year in advance. Someone I knew however had a hotel room booked (or so she said - God only knows what´s true now?) and she said that me and Carolina could stay in her room as she had a double bed and a big sofa bed. I have spoken to her every week for the last 2 months. Each time we spoke I got more and more excited. She assured me that we would have loads of fun - a real girlie week! I last spoke to her on Thursday night (just before she was "flying out" from Heathrow). I said that I would get a taxi straight from the airport to her hotel and she said she would wait for me there (we weren´t flying out til the morning). When we arrived in Valencia I called her and her phone was switched off. Luckily I had the hotel details so we got a cab to take us there. Upon arrival at the hotel, there was no record of her name at all. She wasn´t staying there and didn´t have a room booked for any time in the near future. The hotel was fully-booked. We walked up and down the long road outside dragging our suitcases trying to find one hotel with a spare room. No luck. Everywhere was jam-packed cos of the GP. I tried calling "my mate´s" old mobile number and a man answered and said she was at work. AT WORK???? At work you say?????? Ok....... So this mad woman has told me I can share her room as I couldn´t get one of my own and we have flown all the way here to be told she´s not even coming and had no intention of coming. Why on earth would a person pretend they are going somewhere and even go to the lengths of saying you can share a room (that they DON´T have) just to leave you stranded on the street with your suitcase??!
We were totally gob-smacked! We couldn´t believe that someone could be that weird. Ok, I don´t know her that well but I thought she was trustworthy and nice. She had also promised us that we could share her room (we were going to pay her for it) but the hotel was adamant that she didn´t even have a room booked in the first place. After traipsing round all the hotels and not having any luck, we went back to the one that our "mate" was supposed to be at and I told Carolina to look like she was going to cry. We stood at the reception desk for half an hour looking like we were on the verge of bursting into tears until eventually they cracked and gave us a room. All hotels normally keep a room for "emergencies" - I´m assuming this one was of them and we managed to blag it!!! Yipeeeee! Not only that but it was a 5 star! Nice!!! As soon as we had got settled and showered, we got a taxi down to the race track to meet my mate from Ducatti. He gave us two VIP Paddock Passes which would sort us out for the whole weekend. We were starving hungry but no where was doing food. Ducatti boy managed to sneak us out some sandwiches wrapped in tin foil and we sat and ate them on the pavement. Classy! We couldn´t stop laughing! At that point the hotel had said we could only stay for the one night. There we were; about to be homeless and eating cheese sarnies out of tin foil!! Eventually we went back to the hotel to have some dinner and pass out. I needed sleep since I hadn´t yet been to bed from the nightclub the night before!
The Saturday morning we got up and went straight to the track again in a taxi. We wanted to go and watch Qualifying. Strangely, our passes, although being VIP and allowing us access as close as Valentino´s motorhome where he sleeps, they didn´t allow us access to the actual track to watch qualifying! We spent a few hours running round trying to find a way to sneak through and when that didn´t happen we met with another friend of mine and watched it in his hospitality on the TV. After that I went to see Valentino´s friends in his hospitality. They were all really happy to see me. I met them all at Donington (when I gave Vale a copy of my book) and they invited me and Carolina in to have coffee and ice cream with them. I´d been there about twenty minutes when I saw my old mate Shakey outside in the Paddock. I popped out to speak to him. Carolina came running out after about ten minutes with my other friend in tow. She said that while I was outside some fat ugly girl that works for Rossi had come over shouting at the boys that she didn´t want me in Rossi´s hospitality. I have no idea who the girl was or why she had such a problem with me but to save me the embarrassment of going back in and then being thrown out, Carolina had left to warn me not to go back in there. It´s probably the same old tired problem: ugly (inside and out), bitter people who just can´t cope with people like me who take every opportunity life throws at them. All the boys told me she was jellus of me. They said she "lives" for Rossi. There you have it - the only thing in her life is a man she works for who is successful. She´s not successful herself - she lives through someone else´s success and without him she´s nothing. Anyway, I was really pissed off at her treatment of me (and the boys who also work for Rossi who didn´t have the guts to stand up to her - after all - she´s not the boss, she´s just some girl who works there). I felt really hurt that someone could be so vile. She´s never met me. She doesn´t know a thing about me (other than what she´s read in papers maybe - though 80% of which isn´t true) yet because she doesn´t have a life of her own and doesn´t have the willpower to go on a diet she is taking all her hatred of herself out on me. You lot know I have been Rossi´s biggest fan forever and a day. I´ve done nothing but talk about him and promote him on here for ages! I´ve introduced people who don´t give a stuff about motorbikes to the GP and to Rossi and have converted everyone I know into being massive fans of BOTH the GP and Rossi. So you see, to be told I´m not welcome in his hospitality (after he´s taken my number and been texting me) by some jellus old hag of a girl is not nice.
Anyway, after that I thought perhaps that I would hear from Rossi himself. I thought maybe the other boys at Yamaha would tell him I had been in and he would get in touch at some point. Er no....... By then I didn´t care anyway. I´m a huge believer of treating people the way you want to be treated in life. I also belive in Karma and (as you know), "what goes around comes around". The negative vibes we felt coming from Rossi´s camp made me not want to even see him. If those are the sorts of people he hangs around and likes then I´m not interested. Twenty minutes after that I bumpd into Nicky Hayden. He´s the other best rider in the GP. Funny cos Nicky was LOVELY!!!!!! More than lovely. I felt such nice vibes coming from him and I said to Carolina "Nicky is going to win tomorrow!"
Hang on - my internet time is running out!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
I´m back.....
So, I said to Carolina that I thought Nicky would win the whole championship and she laughed. The whole world would have disagreed with me. EVERYONE thought Rossi would win. In fact, there wasn´t any doubt that he would win. Not me though.... oh no. With the big black negative cloud girl that works for him creating bad vibes all over the place - I just knew it wouldn´t be him. In my eyes Nicky deserved to win anyway as he has ridden the most consistently this season. It it weren´t for the idiot Pedrosa knocking him off last week Nicky would have been the clear winner anyway!!
Won´t go into it too mush now but basically it´s all about the Karma! Nicky was lovely and he won. Rossi´s people were rude and he didn´t win. See folks - always treat people the way you wish to be treated yourself. Carolina now thinks I am a white witch!!!
Right hang on................... my phone has just been stolen. Can you f*cking believe it???? By two motherf*cking peasant kids. C*NTS!!!!!!!!! C*nts, c*nts, c*nts. I´m sitting here typing away when two little brats (can´t have been any older than 10 years old) come in and start waving newspapers in my face. They were literally hitting my face with the papers and I waved them away saying "English!" - of course the peasants don´t speak a word of English. They ran out of the shop taking my phone with them, which was lying next to the keyboard. I have now cancelled it and am stuck in this sh*tty town til tomorrow. Wanna come home NOW!!!!!!!!!!! I´m not gonna write anymore now as I am too pissed off at the thieving c*nts. I chased them out of the shop 30 seconds after I realised what they had done but they had long gone! (and I also realised that I would have had absolutely no problem in pinning them against a brick wall and doing them some damage (who gives a f*ck if they´re only ten - they knew full well what they were doing and they have just caused me the biggest load of grief). I am going to be keeping the same number but it probably won´t be on again for another week so any mates reading this will need to get in touch in a week or so. Write again when I´m back in England. I´vehad enough!!!!I´ve had the best 5 days but I now wanna come home to Dancer 2 and have some fun. The whole world is sh*t. In England I get grief and jealousy and weirdos and in a foreigh country I get robbed. You can´t win. I need to buy my own island where only nice people are allowed to live there. A whole island full of intelligent, fun, successful, nice, genuine people. This is sooooooo wrong! God I hate Valencia. No one even speaks English to be able to help me find the kids and beat them over the head. These kids must work this area all the time. They knew exactly what they were doing.
Please anyone reading this who knows me and talks to me - wait a week and then text me your number.
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