NEWS ROUNDUP

Oh Allah where is my time going these days? I have been in CSI K Hole, or more to the point, first series Law and Order Criminal Intent when Vincent D'Onofrio was the most hot. But even when he was a bit bloated I would still do him. I was so pleased to see him in the first episode ever of LAW CI that I had to text Pippa while she was waiting outside Regines to get in! Of course a brief text message about his babeness ensued.

Anyway news round up:

Went out for a drink last night and my mate told me after much prodding from me - she was trying to pretend that I didn't ask the question about 4 time - that XXCENSOREDXX has a dick that she described as "tubby". And I guffawed so much that I begged her to let me post it. She said so. And I actually was begging saying "Pleaaaaase!!" Always the lady, she was telling me "No" but like a child I whinged until I got away with being allowed to say this much.

Valeria my Parisian partner in crime arrives on Friday evening. The excitement is almost too much. Particularly as Covvo already got here last Thursday back from Berlin and Mrs V will follow her soon after at in April. THE ORIGINAL LADY GANG WILL BE BACK IN BUSINESS!! As for the present Lady Gang [Mrs Kipling, Mrs Gorman, Madame, The Cardinal etc] I am still waiting for a date for the next dinner party!

Also have been having some good Internet chats with some Internet Porn Artists - a guy called Serigio Messina [more later] and a woman called Barbara DeGenevieve [more later]. Had not such a nice chat with Prancehall who told me to "fuck off and die" for no apparent reason on Throwawayfuck.com - I didn't even realise I was still on his radar.

Last but not least!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!! I walked past and there he was. I could not believe that HE was outsite sitting with HER!!!!!! Unfathomable. But I will have to work it out in the least stalkerish way possible.

xx Lektrogirl

IMPROV GONE WRONG?

Got I get onto YouTube today and it recommends a video to me that is just like watching myself in another 10 - 15 yers... hell maybe 5 if someone throws acid in my face.



She has a better body than me.

I have to say that for the time being I cannot bare to look at gash being held open with craggy fingers for a fat husbands delight any longer so I won't be updating lameatnames.com for the time being - it will all be Valeria. I know that it is in good hands. I bet the the lady dancing in the video also has her own Flickr page. YGM.



She also does Haddaway what is love. Fellas imagine giving her a ride...

Anyway I'm cooking roesti right now which need my attention.

OH SHIT forgot to say - in the tragic mind of a sad and lonely blogger such as myself who can't help but occasionally tease someone. I am personally a big fan of Prancehall's blog just for the record even thought he hates me.

Anyway check this post: little-uk-rap-blast-from-past

I have to admit

Anonymous said...

the best things on your blog you nick from other people. lucky you sit at home all day surfing the net or you'd have no content at all.
2:12 AM

Was me. I was rotfling when I wrote it and didn't realise Pranny was going to have a little pebble in his pants over it like someone on the planet mu forum. I'm sorry.

xx Lektrogirl

DAY OFF

And what a day. Still broke and waiting for pay day I went back into town cause the guy at the Leicester Square Timpsons failed to cut a key correctly and I needed him to do it again. The key he cut as a replacement also didn't work. I hate him. He looks like a large version of the boot makers elves crossed with something out of A League of Gentlemen or something with brown gack all over his glasses. I also visited the Photographer's Gallery which wasn't a lot, then went and had a piece of rhubarb tart at PAUL and a really horrid coffee. After that I went into an antique etching and print place and asked the nerdy guy "I'm looking for pictures of naked ladies or tea parties." I mean what else would I want? A 'Negro' boxer, a prize winning horse or a battle scene - hardly. Anyway the poor guy blushed his face off and couldn't even bring himself to to say 'naked ladies' to his female boss [I bet he is big into vintage porn]. She sent me off to Cecil Court where I found some amazing plant lithographs and maps of Tasmania from the olden days. I didn't buy anything though. I will definitely go back though. I couldn't help but think of the rude man in Paris who has the shop selling old photographs in is it the Marché des Enfants or something? I so feel a trip to Paris coming soon.

Anyway - got home, had a nap but got woken by Superduck asking me about the name of a Café in Paris - which apparently has great hot chocolate. I don't even drink hot chocolate. Then OMG who should appear online by my old friend Noodles who I was able to swap some timely gossip with about one of the more highly strung ex's of my days and a lot of snorting ROLFing done on my part. Noodles also gave me the missing link to a mystery I have been trying to investigate for the last couple of weeks. So I was straight back on the phone to Superduck who could make like Craig David and Fill Me In. Superduck could assure me that XXCENSOREDXX is a piece of work and XXCENSOREDXX only goes for trophy men. HAHA. Good luck to XXCENSOREDXX then. To wind up the conversation, Superduck then went to tell me he wanted to jizz on Maude's face cause she is so cute, sweet, innocent and lovely [it is his cat] and take picture of it. Cool. Thankfully though he sent a text later telling me that even though he was trying hard and was thinking of XXCENSOREDXX Maude's little furry face really put him off and he couldn't do it.

And to put the lid on the day, Mr Chips has been making me a couple of videos on Facebook after we told each other to 'Get Fucked' the other day. In one of them he sang a little song along with what he calls his 'Paedo iPhone Piano' where he said I was like a cat stuck in a petrol can. Which I thought was a very accurate description of me sometimes - I can be that prickly.

All in all I have really enjoyed my day off. I hope to goodness that Oscar is in the office tomorrow. He is the cutest dog in the world.



I have worked in some offices where there have been dogs that have been nothing but trouble - pissing and shitting on the floor, constantly barking, biting people, chewing up staff's belongings - really badly trained dogs. Oscar on the other hand is just perfect! He has such a lovely nature and he is so friendly I love it when he sits at my desk and does my work for me. And I am going to see him tomorrow.

Oh cool - I just got another video from Mr Chips. He told me he is going to shoot me in the face and stab me in the cunt! Mr Chips really puts boys like Prancehall back in the playground when it comes to beef.

xx Lektrogirl

SUNDAY NIGHT & FEELIN' RIGHT

Actually I'm feeling pretty exhausted. Lemme make like Craig David and fill U in.

Rewind to Thursday night when I went to YoYo with my HoHo's at the Notting Hill Arts Club. I know that there are a lot of haters for this place and the club that it is but I will say I LOVE IT THERE cause there is absolutely no hating going on in there, loads of attitude [thug love], people are dressed up and the bar serves cocktails - there is always a happy hour cocktail! So G'ed up with the Sinus Spray and Cold and Flu tablets I was sitting sipping Honey and Grapefruit cocktails for the first half of the evening, then when Martello came on -

[Double screwface. Nice teeth.]

- I spent four hours dancing. In fact, Carrie and I even took our glasses off. It was really such a powerful moment. BOOYAH. The BEST part about the night though was instead of the breakdancers busting out which the small dicked lithe men sometimes do, this time the camera phones came out for some Poser-Popping ina big circle in the middle of the floor. Some serious shapes, signs and leans. Sorry for the blurry picture. I had my glasses off remember.



And here are my two pals with their own efforts.



The next day I wasn't feeling too bad. Only bad enough to miss the postman ringing on the doorbell. However a full recovery was required for the launch of the incredible NIGHT SLUGS - Bok Bok and Manara's night down at the Red Star once a month. For such a heavy date, dressing appropriately was required:


Which I have been told is straight gull-ee and fucking badgirl. Not bad for a Tasmanian G right? Someone has to regulate.

Before going, I had been having a deep an esoteric conversation with a friend about the kind of music that would be played. He said that generally bassline is a fake movement. That it only exists up North as something real and that probably it would be just full of bloggers anyway. Funny that - Prancehall, DJ Venom, Manara and Bok Bok all DJ'd and all have blogs. And I blog and I went there. However, my view on bassline and niche is that it is hilarious bouncy pop music and if a scene is 'real' or not I don't care. It seems a bit like thinking yourself out of having too much fun to be academic about it. The party was filled with good time vibes.


I mean - check the look on Bok Bok's face. It was good times all round!

ESPECIALLY ESPECIALLY WHEN:
Prancehall's first track of the night was Snoop Dogg's sexual/sensual seduction/eruption [sorry was too busy dancing to notice which version it was.] It really surprised me because I never pictured him as a particularly sensual guy [bubble bath and vanilla candles?] but his womanly thighs have been pointed out to me by more than one person so perhaps Prancehall feels something in his groin for Snoop Dogg, like I do. Prancehall played a great collection of grimetime hits and grunk and crip crop and areandbee. Good times. Where's the beef? There is none. I was just feeling the love.

It was not a good time however after getting into bed at last at 6am to be woken by the postman at 7.30 delivering a package and he didn't know if it was the one from yesterday or not because he had the day off yesterday. The postman is my most regular male visitor. Which is fitting as he delivers the mail.

Later that morning I had to get up again with some urgency cause by a certain set of co-incidences, my friend Koogs was making a website for Samwell [you know 'What What In The Butt'] and it had to be ready by yesterday evening. Urgh so some frantic .cssing .gifing and .htmling with serious party issues. Not my idea of a Saturday night - especially when Cardinal be calling me for another night out. Which I am so gutted I missed.

BUT there is an upside to being stuck at home - Marisa Olson from Nasty Nets asked me if I wanted to have my video 'The Result' screened at the NY Underground Festival on Friday, April 4th. The Nasty Nets DVD is finished and you will be able to buy it - a 'coolection' of all the best craps from the internet compiled by people from the Nasty Nets Crew. So - awesome. I am so happy! If you want to watch the video for 'The Result' in the comfort of your own living room:
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Or if you are in New York:


Event InfoName: NASTY NETS at NYUFF - DVD release screening!
Tagline: As Nasty As U Wanna Be
Host: Marisa Olson
Type: Music/Arts - Jam Session
Time and PlaceDate: Friday, April 4, 2008
Time: 8:30pm - 10:30pm
Location: Anthology Film Archives
Street: 32 2nd Avenue
City/Town: New York, NY

Nasty Nets has just produced a DVD (with video & data for maximum pleasure!) and we're releasing it in a screening called NASTY AS U WANNA BE at the 15th (and final) NY Underground Film Festival.

Please come and enjoy, and get your discounted dvd's--$5 while supplies last!

Big thanks to RHIZOME for sponsoring the dvd & screening!
http://nastynets.com/dvd.html
http://www.nyuff.com/2008/index2.php?p=arc&s=res&fid=295

Nasty As U Wanna Be
EXPERIMENTAL VIDEO MIN INTERNATIONAL PREMIERE
Organized by Marisa Olson & the Nasty Nets with support from Rhizome.org

Identifying themselves as an "internet surfing club," Nasty Nets is an international ensemble representing some of the most active artists working online today. Together their work both celebrates and critiques the internet by employing original and appropriated imagery and audio, such as animated gifs, YouTube hacks, html cheat codes, and other found and edited material, offering a poignant and humorous take on contemporary digital visual culture.

This event will serve as a release party for their new dvd, which features videos for dvd players, copious digital files to be opened on personal computers, and a type-in website by Michael Bell-Smith. Tonight's screening will feature videos from the dvd and additional works by members of this 25-person crew.

Nasty Nets was founded by artists John Michael Boling, Joel Holmberg, Guthrie Lonergan, and Marisa Olson, and includes members Peter Baldes, Michael Bell-Smith, Camille Paloque Bergés, Kevin Bewers- dorf, Brian Blomerth, Charles Broskoski, Petra Cortright, Chris Coy, Paul B. Davis, Michael Guidetti, Britta Gustafson, Travis Hallenbeck, Chance Jackson, Lektrogirl, Tom Moody, Javier Morales, Paul Slocum, James Whipple, Robert Wodzinski, and Damon Zucconi. The Nasty Nets DVD is generously supported by Rhizome. Discs will be sold at a discount to NYUFF ticket-holders, at the festival, while supplies last. - Marisa Olson

Anyway I better get to bed cause I bet the postman will be here bright and early again in the morning. Which I am so not looking forward to.

xx Lektrogirl

G'DAY G'DAY

I've just woken up. I have news to report on the furthering career of Wendy James from last night but my two crumpets with morello cherry and rose jam haven't quite sunk in and I think I need another Milo.



xx Lektrogirl

P.S. My DIY book for home wiring and lighting came in the post today. It is a big think hard back like a kids book! I can make like Sam Fox - "Nothings Gonna Stop Me Now"



Oh my GOD! She looks like Prancehall in drag!
ROTFLOL

RIPPED FROM PRANCEHALL'S BLOG

Let me just come correct first:
I WAS JUST ON PRANCEHALL'S BLOG AND I JUST FOUND THIS LINK TO THIS YOUTUBE VIDEO ON PRANCEHALL'S BLOG. IF YOU WANT TO SEE THIS VIDEO ON THE PAGE I RIPPED IT FROM YOU CAN GOOGLE PRANCEHALL AND GO TO HIS BLOG.



I hated the first part, but I liked their bars. I laughed.
I really want to call the number on the window of the shop and talk to the man in there. I don't know what I would say, but I would say something to him.

xx Lektrogirl

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

As I go through the piles of random stuff I have stored away in all sorts of places [rent books from when I lived in the homeless persons unit paying 6 pounds per week rent, passport photos and flyers from parties I DJ's at around Europe for example] I have had some wonderful things to think about in my head from - and I'm sure it will suprise many of you - the incredibly spiritual DJ Venom.

Just now he hit me up with an email:

"Philippa's the brunette Cat Blanchett [sic]. Discuss?"

I could only reply that there was nothing to be said cause it is true.

Last night I was asked "Describe Prancehall."

The only response I could think of was "The best thing to happen to UK Grime in the last two years."

Jo Mitchell also phoned me so we were able to discuss in detail Denzel Washington in the movie Training Day. Her favourite part is at the beginning where Denzel flicks all the switches in his car for the hydraulics and Dr Dre comes on the sound system. I prefer towards the end where Denzel looses it a bit and cried out into the ghetto streets "King Kong's got nothing on me!!" [I wonder if he ad libbed that part?]It is interesting perhaps to note at this point that Rick Ross also refers to his crew as gorillas and there is also the INCREDIBLY SPIRITAL cry R. Kelly makes in his song "Snake" - LIKE TWO GORILLAS IN THE JUNGLE MAKING LOVE !! Totally sexual spiritual vibes.

Anyway this line of conversation referencing big strong men and gorillas leads me to another Denzel Washington movie which I caught the end of on TV last night. WOW! Unbelieveable. I can't be bothered to get up and find the Heat magazine with the name of the movie in it. But it was about College football in a time where racism towards a black coach was more overt than it is today [maybe]. There were some monkey "jokes" in it and Denzel even threw a banana. But basically good triumphs over evil though someone ends up in a wheelchair in this movie too.

xx Lektrogirl

ANOTHER DAY

Last night's dreams were intense. I was trying to find a dress and a pair of gold shoes. I woke up this morning to read a text from Cardinal in Sri Lanka that she had seen elephants and was off to a beach BBQ - so jealous. Last time she text me, she told me she had seen monkies. I saw woman from the pub at the end of the street going out on an errand the other day...

I notice that Prancehall, who has been recently having a go at Style Slut for ripping things of his blog has been visiting my blog and getting URLS for YouTube videos and putting on his. It isn't the first time. Having this leave from work I know what it is like to sit around bored off my face and too much internet tho'...

Mandy Smith
Positive Reaction

Here I present Mandy to you - the 17 year old PWL / Stock Aitken and Waterman star. Check her out - I think she makes the ideal girlfriend material for DJ Venom. Only she married Bill Wyman. In 1983, as a 13-year old child, she started dating the then 47-year-old Rolling Stones bassist Bill Wyman. The two eventually married in 1989 and divorced in 1991. She probably isn't that hot now. I love how there is so much smoke to cover up the fact she probably hasn't got really masterful footwork. They did this to The Reynolds Girls too quite often. Poor Mandy - she should have had a bit of "Eyes and Teeth" dance training.

xx Lektrogirl

OLD LADY

Prancehall has just learnt about tektonik / jumpstyle / Melbourne shuffle when we were all talking about it on Nasty Nets [not a porn site, promise] back in September 07. Some of you more dedicated fans of my blog will remember me blogging about the little meuf Yelle who sang the shitty song about Cuisinier and TTC back in August 07 and the the next track she had remixed - A Cause des Garcons - a Tektonik version - which I was totally in love with.

Anyway thankfully Prancehall has finally caught up cause I was reminded and went searching for un update par les clubbeurs et voila:




You also need to check out this community for these people. Here is Karmapa92. I don't need to link more - it is finally 2008 and you all know how to work the Internet.

C'est trop rupture! LOL.

xx Lektrogirl

WAKEY WAKEY

I woke up this morning after the most weird dreams I have had for a long time. Basically, Prancehall and I became friends like true playas and his family lived under my appartment. I had really luxurious cream carpet. Even so, I could hear Prancehall or his father coughing through the floorboards. Then I was in this large place like a school - it was like my college in Tasmania but the rooms had been upgraded since I was there. I went into the toilet and my mother had written this note about the toilet paper blocking the toilets and there was bloody toilet paper wrapped around the handle for flushing the toilet. Later I walked in on Prancehall who had just done his own poo while talking to Venom who was just in a little cupboard room next door. I told Prancehall to flush the toilet. It was full of poo and blood and paper. Anyway - then through the rest of the dream where I was waiting for Roxy to get her laptop, talking on the phone and then he appeared in front of me the US agent for Katharine Hamnett and calling Prancehall on the mobile even though he was in the same room cause we were friends now and it seemed like mega fun.

So - lets look at yesterday's events which led me to be dreaming like this.

After a LOOOOOOONG day at the office - tantrums, tears, bollockings etc it was the work Christmas party. We got free tickets to Les 7 Doits Circus or whatever it was at The Roundhouse. Thank God we didn't pay and everyone was pretty dissapointed. There was like only one really hot guy who took his top off. Then we went to The Mango Room for our work Christmas dinner. For the record I want it to be known that I had opted for dinner and cocktails at Julie's and I never agreed to the trapese show to music like Cold Play. Came home wanting to kill myself after the most hideous day ever.


Jess from work. 'Dont get on my bad siiiiiide"


My dinner - Goat Curry. Just like Sean Paul cooks me when I back at his.

I continued a conversation on AIM with Prancehall and Venom that I had started earlier under the table at the christmas dinner. Basically, after ascertaining the true circumstances in which Prancehall told Venom I'm selfish, Prancehall was trying to convince me that either one of my friends should get with Venom OR I should get with Venom. And the only reason why Venom acts so weird and awkward around me is cause he really likes me. So then I asked Venom and he said "You wish you are old and have an ugly minge and are probably a bad shag." Maybe Prancehall and Venom should try it out together. Prancehall obvs really likes Venom so much so he is trying to get Venom to have sex so that he can go home and obscess about being cupid. Maybe even sexually obscess. Who knows. Venom spends half his time hating me or liking me. Maybe I am selfish cause I only like Venom when he is liking me. We also discuss Venom's recent toilet troubles.

Then when I got to bed I reviewed all text messages I got from friends today that dont require urgent attention - as I usually do - and replied to one from Alex T where I told him what a bummer my day had been and how Prancehall had just been trying to convince me to have sex with venom. Alex T's thoughtful response was "Go On! I heard he has a dick like a coke can." Again for the record - firstly: this doesn't actually sound that appealing and secondly: I have slept with two guys who had dicks not unlike this description before. I know what I like and what I don't. When I realised Alex T wasn't joking I called him back to ask for his address. I'm gonna store it up and kill him later. [Actually FYI if Alex T actually get's murdered in his bed - I'm not actually going to shank him.]

Oh God - am reminding myself of so many things I could write about here. Here is a list reminder: Karl, Smiler, Movie about the woman getting stabbed in the back, To Pimping!, Denzel Washington, more efficient without cotton on the body.

I have to get to work. I told myself before I started I could only type for 15 minutes.

xx Lektrogirl

LET'S GET PERSONAL

Okay so basically, here is my life lately. Glamour, great hair, fabulous tits and party lifestyle.



Actually no it was more like this - great in concept but something a bit wrong with the excution.

Last night I had to stay home in my pyjamas cause I was just too over everything and cold even though I was meant to DJ. I heard Prancehall got my back there so that was fine. I wonder if he would be suitable to play me in the movie of my life? Don't forget he will have to pork himself up [hope he isn't a Muzzie or a Jew] for the role. Prancehall had told me earlier that the squat party from last week was meant to be really good. So I told him about the toilets with the wet floor and the sink hanging off the wall, the smell of poppers and greasy onion baajis [some tell me how to spell that - this is when you know I'm still not Britsh cause I can't spell any Indian food], the woman with the latex pig masks etc and his words were "It sounds awful".

Hang on no scratch the second video and check the first one again. I had a brilliant night out for Kesh's birthday. Me and my glamourous friends met at Trader Vic's - Cardinal was even showing a bit of bra that DJ Venom couldn't help but notice, I blew Antoinette's mind by reeling of purchases she made from The World according To... over two years ago and coaxed Manara out to Yo Yo cause she was looking mega hot.

SPEAKING OF SARA MANARA!!!
SHE WILL NOW BE JOINING THE PARTY POSSEE AT THE GOLDEN PUDEL DJING AS ONE HALF OF FAGGATRONIX!! DON'T MISS!!

And in final news, Karma is working out beautifully. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!

BIG UP ME

Prancehall called me his "friend Emma" on his blog - times are changing it seems. He post my blog about Ruff Sqwad fashions on his blog adding his own comments along the way. He even corrected my typos which was very generous but fucked up KathArine Hamnett totally wrong.

Tonight I am going to go round to Sarah Lee's house with my Lady Gang [Pippa & Jasmine etc] and we are making a video. It is going to be a cooking show themed one. The first night I even met Zazie [the one who just got the job on E4 from the Coconut Twins] we spoke briefly about how we both played cooking show when we were little. My sister and I had the idea set up at Mum's - the kitchen table was directly under a perfectly square window looking out onto the back garden. But our window was actually the TV camera. We had this walk in pantry and everything. Really cool. Except for when I got older - cause the pantry wall ajoined my bedroom wall and on the weekend when I was lying in bed trying to recover from too much Midori and Lemonade [my best friend was a hairdresser - the other drink we had was Kahlua and Milk] and VB's when we ran out of money, my mother would be in the kitchen and be putting pots and pans away banging the wall like a crazy lady and turning on 7ZR radio so the whole house was listening to fucking Macca on a Sunday Morning.

I'm sure the fact that there is a beer in Australia called VB [Victoria Bitter] is the reason why Victora Beckham changed the name of her label from VB to DVB.

xx Lektrogirl

IMPROVEMENT

It's true - a new computer is definitely the way to this girls heart, a chillax on a sofa and some Pad Thai Jay. Oh and getting to bed and sleeping for a change. I also have learnt I got a lot of really supportive friends. I may die alone stinking of piss but I know my Inbox will be full of mails from people wishing me all the best. Last night I had some serious bullshit chats with Drx on Miranda - it was just like the old days - back in 2000! We discussed windabgenang (I think that is the Deutsch) and I explained to him about skid marks. The underpants variety. Good times.

Anyway - so I'm well refreshed on the number 4 into work. The house down the road that had the plain clothes cops a while ago chasing that guy with the pillow marks in his hair had three cops in uniform banging on the door in the rain. It was a bit weird last night actually - I had just got run over by the kid with the glasses on his bike (who looks like the biggest twerpy nerd but actually he is the biggest prick in the neighbourhood) and was relieved to finally make it home when down the road at the house in question, a woman saw two guys coming and raced inside and slammed the door.

Finally, I didn't know what to wear this morning so I have decided on a version of Tektonik. Now that Prancehall has finally got hoodies are out, in certain circumstances I think hoodies are definitely in. Still not with a collared shirt EXCEPT if the hoody is made from 30G cotton in a pastel colour and is worn with a white shirt and seer sucker shorts.

xx Lektrogirl

LIGHTWEIGHT

Today I am feeling more chillax than I have in ages! I've upgraded and I'm double fisting a Mac and PC cause I have my own office assistant doing his thangdizzle on the data entry on my other PC. So while I train him on the intimate details of Sage, I'm nursing a little headache from only 3 beers that I drank last night with two men in North London.


Prancehall doesn't let me take pictures of him any more, but here is his new jacket that Daniel told me was from TK Maxx. Daniel was there thinking I was gonna laugh, but TK Maxx are cool.

Much of the evenings mirth was taken up by a story I had about the smell of XXCENSOREDXX's pussy which I smelt on the face of Brains when he came round to my house once [much to Brains shame now... I mean... dirty! Totally XXXtina! And it was commented on the state of Brains bathroom in his studio. I went to the loo in there the other day and worried that I was going to get hepatitis.] Also, did you know how much Prancehall hates the smell of olives. I wonder how he goes with anchovies. I LOVE them. We went and had an amazing dinner all three of us at The Star. Me and ASBO had miso marinated fish and Pranny had a Poussin. This food totally shat all over anything I ate in Milan.

So I hope they don't think I'm a complete freak any more - though I think I was on shakey ground when I was giving fashion tips about collared shirts being worn with hoodies is totally wrong, and also I had another dream about Prancehall where his character was included in the background as a line dancer. I don't think I'm going to get air pied any more, but let's see.

xx Lektrogirl

P.S. There is the full write up with pictures you asked about.

LAST ABOUT MILAN

There were loads of poor translations on the menu at this place. We were laughing til crying. This is meant to be sea urchin. Also "deep fried" became "deep freezing". Wrong.


And here is Bex and Joc in Bagutta. We went here twice. I wasn't really feeling the food at this place that much to be honest, but I loved the story of the restaurant. Bagutta was a place back in the days that artists, journalists, writers, actors and creative types met. Then they decided that they would meet there regularly each week for meetings. Then they decided that anyone who couldnt make the meeting should be fined. Then they decided that the fine should be used as a literary award for the favourite book of each year. So the Bagutta is the first Italian literary award. All over the walls in the restaurants are pictures for the awards, but also pictures painted by the different artists who ate there which the owner of the restaurant accepted as payment and all the people present would sign it. Down another wall was the winner of the Bagutta each year going back to the 20's or 30's. Amazing. The artwork was beautiful. I loved it.


And this was the last thing I ate in Milan. It was fucking gross.

I have to stop here: I am listening to Paul DJing on React FM with DJ Magic. It is all over the fucking place. Some good tunes, but a really awkward mix between them. It is hurting me.

Fortunately then, I got to go. I am meeting Prancehall and ASBO at a secret location in North London for the possibility of hosting parties in our neighbourhood. Prancehall has already asked if there will be a full write up on my blog saying "XXCENSOREDXX is a fucking cunt. But I promised I won't take any pictures unless someone pukes.

Laterzzz

xx Lektrogirl

OH GOD... Now on the show Brains is playing that stupid Won Ton remix with the lamest chorus ever. IN BRAINS FAVOUR he played me some awesome new tunes round at his house today. Really brilliant.

SHIT SHIT SHIT

OMG scratch what I said yesterday about deleting the one Knifehandchop track off my iPod. Woke up this morning and got a comment on my MySpace from Knifehandchop who just friended me the other day saying "Lektrogirl is number one." So yeah yeah mate... You too... We tight yeah... Yeah?

Speaking of my iPod I put Prancehall's new mixtape Anger is a Gift on there at work. Yeah blud safe. Big mixer. It has four Brains tracks on there. Sadly all the shout outs I sent him from Lektrogirl didn't make it - but I heard from Brains that ASBO D was helping Prancehall in the studio - maybe that is why the files went AWOL. Even so, there are a lot of my close personal friends "in the mix".

My hang tight bruv with a big B, Jammer is on there:

Safe.

Jammer does the Toxic Freestyle I gave him the idea for. You can see the moment I was whispering it in his ear right now.

Anyway the parts of the mixtape I heard were really good - but honestly I only get as far as Jammer and Toxic and put it on rewind and figure that after that it is all Brains tracks that I know fucking over and over anyway. But I'm sure the rest is good too.

xx Lektrogirl

P.S. I got so much more to write about but I late already for work. Wow, what a surprise. OH SHIT The Shield is on tonight.