Monday, 30 November 2009


Pneumonia and blood tranfusion. Will it ever end? I guess with death albeit now or later.

xx Lektrogirl

Sunday, 29 November 2009


Hi Folks,

I have just been baking some red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing and Medici chocolate hearts on top in celebration that my Dad seems okay after the heart attack he gave me by having a little heart attack. I got a rather jolly text from the old prick last night:

"Mite be too early, but stil abord, afta me slight heart attacck. i'm still kickimg 4 march, but not too vigourotsly. Fark busted hips 'hurt. very much. Tell hoby i lov her and you. Thanks for the double bungd text. Luv from yer old dad, and hnby."

xx Lektrogirl

Saturday, 28 November 2009


Kottie artwork, originally uploaded by PULLED-UP.


The G.A. had a little heart attack, he's still here, on the oxygen. Last report he's still okay. Not incredible but still okay.

Let's continue laughing, getting into trouble, doing all the wrong things and telling people fuck 'em just like he would want us all to do.

xx Lektrogirl

Friday, 27 November 2009


"I got Polo just to sleep in"

Thanks to my ex husbands mother, so I.

"And when I want to go for a swim, that's the Horsey coming up."

xx Lektrogirl

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You are SO annoying!



xx lektrogirl

Thursday, 26 November 2009


Hi All. Just a quick note to say that John Davidson "just fell out of his wheelchair" the other night and broke his hip. I haven't been able to speak to him myself to ascertain what exactly it was he was doing when he claims he "just fell out his wheelchair" that doesn't involve a large amount of mischeif. I mean seriously there are only two options: speedracing/smash up derby OR trying to reach under some sheila's skirt. Knowing Dad it could be either or both.

So now Dad has a rod in his hip and he is recovering in hospital. I am sure he is as grumpy and beligerant as ever. Long Live The G.A.!

xx Lektrogirl

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Tuesday, 24 November 2009


The Choice is Yours, originally uploaded by Lektrogirl.


This woman who's appears in one of my favourite flickr streams has a wardrobe crossing between lesbian mormon [Alex T told me that's how I dress] and total ho. Like a Frigid Slut. Which to me is an A1 look.

That skirt she is [almost] wearing is AMAZING.

xx Lektrogirl


Monday, 23 November 2009


13/11/2009, originally uploaded by Lektrogirl.

I'm so excited for tonight!

xx Lektrogirl

Sunday, 22 November 2009


What a wash out weekend!

But I did watch the whole 9 episodes of Flashforward I have [is it just me or is Fiennes TERRIBLE in this?] go and have Sheila's night with Mrs G and Mrs Kipling, ran to the POUNDSAVER to get enough tins to make the Marshmallow Coconut Cake [above] SLEEP FOR HOURS, have some spiritual love moments with Hobart and TA DA:

Monday night The Cardinal and I are going to a wine tasting evening at Dehesa. Something I would love to know more about. I don't really like wine that much and the two times I have been violently ill - one was rosé and the other was red. But surely amongst the 13 people who should be there it should be an interesting evening for sure.

THEN!!! I finally booked the cooking workshop in Paris at Le Cordon Bleu School for "THE SECRET OF MACAROONS" way in February. There are a couple of other workshops that same week that I might enrol in a bit later but we'll see. I actually blew out going to New York around then with one of the Lady Gang to give you an indication of how exciting this will be for me.

Last but not least, closer to home I am going to look for some kind of geology nerd group / course because I am obsessed with rocks, minerals and gems lately. Which is maybe healthier than diseased body parts?

Also gagging for this.

I love love. Even though I have the worst love life in history of all mankind.

xx Lektrogirl

Saturday, 21 November 2009


I forgot to mention, I started a tumblr which is even more random than this and mostly pictures of things I have on my mind for no other reason than they are there.


I really had a week of it. A real week. Dora came today. You know, the cleaner that I spend all my money on along with taxis and champagne and caviar at Bob Bob Ricard.

Anyway she was telling me all about her ex husband who died after he got with a little girl [this mean younger wife, younger than Dora.] When he met the little girl, Dora was really upset at the time and she couldn't eat properly and lost a lot of weight through stress. Understandably. Her husband told her "If you are going to lose weight, you have to go to your mothers side because I don't want an aids patient living in my house."

Dora lived on the ground floor and the husband and little wife lived upstairs. Husband did not even want to hear her voice because it made him feel sick. When he died, she didn't go to the funeral. Her friends told her that apart from her 5 kids and little wife's two, there were another 16 kids that belonged to this man.

xx Lektrogirl

Tuesday, 17 November 2009


Usually the picture I include in my post has something to do with what I am going to write in some vaguely connected way. This banger from Beniah Brawn is mainly about the dress. But then maybe after yesterday's post, it is all about following your dreams.

So far, I have followed my dreams to get out of bed and stay in my pyjamas. Then get back to bed. I found myself having a in depth conversation with my cat Hobart today about cooking and what it is and what you can do with it. I was saying "Yada yada cooking, Yada yada cooking, Yada yada cooking, that's what adults do, yada yada but I suppose you haven't really heard of this concept before have you." She was sniffing with her little beady beak in the bin instead of paying attention.

Monday, 16 November 2009


Optimism, originally uploaded by thenakedsnail.

In other news from today, I am going to give a mentoring lecture to fashion design students on Wednesday day how to set up their own business. This will be fun! It is being organised by Vauxhall Fashion Scout.

This one one they did a while ago



, originally uploaded by sasha_miike.

To I went to my local GP after a hideous weekend puking all Saturday night red wine and waking up with vomit in my hair, a disastrous human interaction resonating with every beat of my heart, in tears, worried about finance and life. I got there and my lovely doctor wasn't there. But a locum. A crazy old lady with pinky purple hair. I as crying and crying. I told her my life is great, with great friends and a job and a cat and a house but inside of me is a black river that never stops. She made a phone call.

"Chicky I have this girl with me. Have you got 30 minutes to talk to her?"

I was dispatched to visit her sister that lived locally in the Gingerbread house. I clutched the post it note in my hand and snot dribbling down my face. I got there and there I was in the kitchen of the doctors sister and her ex husband.

I had a tea and I spoke of some of the saddest things I never told anyone.

It has been one hell of a crazy weekend.

Friday, 13 November 2009


13/11/2009, originally uploaded by Lektrogirl.

Hey Italian, this one is for you.

xx Lektrogirl

Thursday, 12 November 2009


Dear Emma. Sorry for not sending you a E-mail for a long time. I'm not at school today because I've got diarrhoea. Tom isn't feeling well either. Tom through up last night. Hope you are feeling all right Emma. I might be going to cricket tonight or maybe not. Tomorrow at 4.00pm I am going to golf. Tom is going to get some shoes today. From Sam.

Tuesday, 10 November 2009


Sorry about that - I've have been off the radar!

But, I went to a big gay sweatbox on the weekend with some friends and found myself in the middle of the dancefloor after giving birth to Ed Hardy next to a guy in an Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt and three girls with a bottle of poppers. Spiritual moment of Mare Street and I find myself reborn.

The old me was in a terrible shape. I was a caterpillar of duvet and Namelesses old hoodie he got from the guy who ended up sleeping with his ex even though he said "Bros before hoes". I was watching endless cop shows nourished by cups of tea and phonecalls from my lady friends who wanted to see me through a dark patch.

The Italian, after coming over on Friday night and leaving me with a kiss and a see you later love and feeling all happy in my stomach, sent me a text on Tuesday saying "I don't need a new job, a girlfriend and friends take months even years. Please do me a favour and give me a break."

  • He was calling me asking me how to teach him something.
  • I had already told him twice "I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now" [meaning HIM in particular but hanging out and being friends with him was super fun, though he didn't know that directly.]
  • And I have known this guy for about 2 years.

Then AIR PIE from him for the whole week after trying to find out WTF that was all about!

My cleaner Dora settled me down to a few home truths:

  • You dress like an African woman.
  • God took this man out of your life because you have everything - a house, a job, a computer, the internet, money, your things, friends, you are a nice person - and all you need is someone to love and care for you. He is too stupid to even do that so God took him out of your life.
  • You need to have more fun. Look at your friends [meaning The Cardinal cause she goes round there too.] She always is having fun. I see all the wine glasses. You need to have fun.
  • The man you are looking for is out there searching for you.

Then the two coolest people in Paris arrived.

Hobart unfortunately turned into a shit machine all weekend. Unbelievable.

xx Lektrogirl

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Best Day Of My Life, originally uploaded by Lektrogirl.

xx Lektrogirl

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