RUNAWAY

No lie - GOOD TIMES



I dragged Cardinal out last night cause she was a bit down over Jamal passing. Please all bare with me cause it is so difficult to not be making pussy / waking up next to a stiffy / mouse to mouse etc jokes cause it is also really sad. Out of respect for Jamal I just can't disrespect his memory.

We went to PUSH and drank £2 whisky and cokes with Michael who's new hair cut makes him look like an Air Commodore [it is really good! tip for the Summer boys!] and had a great laugh. Momentarily, I was struck cause on of the DJ teams played Runaway by Del Shannon and I was immediately transported back to the age of 6-7 dancing in my family living room on the circle mat listening to the songs' words and the melody and having feelings inside of me about love and loss and pining for someone. Like suddenly becoming aware of things like a broken heart and wanting to be the Runaway. So either I was incredibly EMO from a very young age / have always believed in love / kids generally are very aware adult concepts from a young age. Anyway - it was really lovely to be drunk with friends and reminded of that really great moment in my life.


Another great moment was seeing this person slink around with a tail of pissy toilet paper hanging out the back of her jeans. I laughed so hard I nearly had to go up to her and as her for a piece to wipe myself down.

OMG!! XXCENSOREDXX was there looking matronly. Possibly one of the worst dressed people in London on a regular basis. She could actually fill heat's "What were you thinking" page every week.


And this guy was a classic dancer! It turns out to be a guy called VINCENT LARKIN [thnx HML] and he was really busting some incredible moves when he hit the floor. Later on in his dance routine, a friend of his was on the floor with his legs in the air and our new best friend Vincent was dry humping him like a crazed miniature dog. FOR A LONG TIME. Everyone just stood around gawking in amazement. Then further on, he was on his hands and knees pretending to give another guy head to the music. It was a really spectacular show.


And Ronojoy was the most wasted I had ever seen him. I have heard reports but not been there in person. We were dancing to some Cotton Eyed Joe track [no clue what the track was some boys music] and in the middle of it all, Ronojoy stopped and started to do what appeared to be coughing up a fur ball in the middle of the room. Actually I think he thought he was going to puke. But he held it down and kept dancing. My personal hero. It is also nice to know that guy in the background thinks so much of us. No wonder he is alone with no friends there being so antisocial. LOL.

OH there are so many jokes to tell you from last night... LOL... I was very surprised to see Prancehall behind the decks with his mates 'grooving' along to Happy Song by Baby's Gang. Baby's Gang is not an East End grime crew FYI. Maybe he got confused and thought it was Chipmunks little brother?

AND BEFORE I FORGET! It was the Little Witch's birthday yesterday evening. Lots of screeching and shoes flying through the air with high kicks and slutty dancing from the Witch who doesn't look a day over 21. As he boyfriend is only 23 it is just as well!! [As she said - 'The youth of today!'] The Witch has always liked Pepsi Max though [The Taste of the Next Generation. YGM] Anyway the party vibes were enough that The Air Commodore even took off his cardi. Or was it that we were in a big gay sweatbox?

And finally


There is now the Booty Photo War that I started and now The Cardinal is retaliating getting The Air Commodore to do her dirty work. Thank GOd there was no crack.

xx Lektrogirl

123456 BASS (MIX)

This was the December post for The New Dance Show. I haven't stopped watching it since it went online. Some sexual man dancing. About 2 minutes in the music is phenomenal.

Now this show has got to be a winner - Cooking with Coolio.



Remember Gangsters Paradise? I was working in the Joseph consession at Harvey Nichols when that came out. That was my first job in London. We weren't even allowed to wear open toed shoes and we had to wear suits. And I would spend my nights drinking at The Coach and Horses and Riki Tiks, going out in Shorditch didn't even exist then, and clubbing at Smashing on Regent Street. There were girls I worked with a Joseph I wish I was still in contact with - Claudine, Maude and Jessica. And this is where I met Molly [Mollywood] who was to be a long standing partner in crime - not so much these days - but we sure did make a lot of trouble together! This is also where I met Reuben for the first time - covering him on the men's floor when he couldn't be bothered to come home from holiday in France with his girlfriend on time. We first met over the phone when I blasted him for being a loser and that he owed me big time for making me stand downstairs and miss out on all the commission I would have earnt upstairs. It wasn't such a big loss - I met Martin Gore and Fletch from Depeche Mode shopping in there. And when Reuben [Hot Dog] came back, he and his girlfriend Pascale [C.I.B.] became too of my best friends. Good times.

xx Lektrogirl

OLD FLYERS. GOOD TIMES.

Woah - well my old external hard drive still working - and so tonight after work I spent some time getting info off it to transfer to my PC. I'm happy to have all the old favourite pics back! I have huge collections of weirdo porn from the olden days on my iMac:


I photoshopped out the Va-J-J but I didn't draw on that face! I have a whole series of pictures from that shoot. How I found it I don't know but totally weird.


Here is an old picture from Paul that he found back in America. He said "Don't put that picture on the internet! Now everyone is going to have that!!" Tough titties. Unlike what this lady has got. But she is so cute.

And then back in 2001, when I was still playing with the little Witch Mollywood together we ended up making a whole series of flyers for the parties. Here is one:


In 2002:

I imagine licking the end of a pool cue is pretty revolting.

And here is another from 2003.


From 2002, this is everyone's favourite:


Then check this out - my old autograph book from 1981.

Read what my cousin wrote in 1983. What a prophecy! Destined to be a slut from the age of 11.

I also have a GANG of signs, fonts, book covers, found notes and random shits:


I would dare put anything bigger than a wee in their toilet bowl. I wouldn't even dare do a little pop-off...


A Darkey Misunderstanding.

Anyway - there will be a whole more entourage of stuff from my deepest darked archive hole in the coming posts! Woo-hoo! Excitement plusss

xx Lektrogirl