Mixed with beer. Who knew what a great hang over that would make? It definitely was a potion that removed all pain from my neck and shoulder allowing me to vibe along to R Kelly [My mind's telling me no.....] until this morning when I’m a crippled WRECK.
Here I am a 100% Babe Hair Babe so totally in love with myself I can’t even look at Paul Pieroni. We had been to this exhibition at his gallery, seventeen, earlier.
Where the Cardinal and I had made this. It was great. Other visitors to the gallery saw it and were adding bottles like they were supposed to. I supposed no-one saw the value in the art there and it has been swept away. But whatever.
We bumped into Jenny Jenny in the street who was more than happy to pose with Lady. The Cardinal bought Lady from Nathaniel’s new shop on Hackney Road full of the most amazing stuff.
See! Amazing! Jewellery, Clothes, Buttons, Music manuscripts, calligraphy practice, Gypsy Recipe Cook Books… all sorts…
And last night was the first night I met Phil. I mean WHAT A TOTAL BABE. [Not The Cardinal... I mean Chipstix Phil] His pictures on Facebook to date have not done him justice. He really is a handsome man! And so funny!!!
“Rambo” in a lonely pub
Giving birth is a Playa’s Game.
Anyway – last night was major jokes and my body hurts too much to detail everything.
Paul Peroni definitely not fooling anyone.
We are SOOOO sad that Single White Female [DIAF] hates us.
I’m feeling so rough now and want to lie, cry and die right now I have to go. I will leave you with this beautiful Andrew Sisters song to reflect upon.
And just for the glory of the universe, here is the picture Cardinal took on holiday of the monkey who by all pink appearances appeared to be very fond of her. I re-visit this picture on her Flickr quite frequently as his hair-do REALLY cracks me up. It is a totally bogan do and I remember boys at the neighbouring school – New Town High School in their PB’s and acid wash jeans with hair like this [except a mullet at the back] getting off the hostel bus on a Sunday night on Tower Road.
Last night was dinner in Camden with Mrs Kipling, Jazz, Caz, RJ and Cardinal where we discussed such matters as ‘There you go!’, ‘Suprise!’ etc, Fletcher Jones skirts, the tortures of boarding school in the UK pre 1984 [I think], errr actually I can’t really remember – besides it was all highly confidential and my life would not be worth living if I were to repeat it all. In a nutshell: XXCENSOREDXX. Madame Pippa couldn’t make it with some flimsy excuse about having to take care of her children [if she heard Mrs Kipling's stories leaving her children at home unsupervised with pots of boiling oil on the stove, no clothes, a wet concrete floor and no fresh supply of oxygen would sound and even more appealing way to take care of her kids than the butch dykes in aviator sunglasses at Mrs Kipling's school...]
I was talking to the hottest photographer I know today and was telling him that Nameless has a new girlfriend. At first he didn’t believe me and he was saying “What that one that dances with her boyfriend identically – that you see them bobbing their heads identically??! Like exactly the same?” And when he finally realised I wasn’t joking, he wooped out “Ohhhh FUCK BRAINS MAN!! He’s going bald anyway!!!!!”
I laughed til I nearly choked.
Thanks photographer friend. You really really made my day.
OMG tonight was JoJo’s going away party before her maternity leave at work and Katharine took us all to dinner at Julie’s in Nottinghill Gate. It is such a lovely restaurant. I still prefer the food at Arbutus in Soho, but the atmosphere is way sweeter at Julie’s. It is like being in some weird Soho place, but they actually bother to clean the corners in Julie’s. Anyway – the theme was “Kerrrazyyy hair” cause JoJo always does amazing hair with her amazing hair. Katharine turned up to work this morning with an Amy Winehouse!!! Who would effing believe it!!! It looked fucking incredible on Katharine. So beautiful. Katharine did JoJo’s hair herself like Marie Antoinette without a little boat or a bird to put in it. It was incredible – like Marge Simpson hair. Chorley was still there today finishing off the work he started. I think he would have preferred to get his hair done too. Tomorrow morning, the whole office is off to Portobello to go shopping. I am off to the office to finish the VAT return so I can play East Coast Rap at full blast and not offend anyone with all the “fucks”. The other day Cissi totally spazzed out with the computer fucking in her face while she was trying to work.
Sara from Faggatronix has been totally all over my Flickr. But I think she is the funniest girl in London, other than yours truly. She mentioned she is working near Trader Vics. Sara – please can we go there together? – with other people too if you want – cause I don’t want you to think I’m some weirdo Licker Lemon which isnt too far form the truth, but I hope you would bring Bok Bok and his nose bleeds cause I want to look at it up close. Like he is Bruce Willis in Die Hard only a lot skinnier and more hair. And you and me Sara can talk about R. Kelly without anyone to butt in and tell us that ALLEGED story about the piss again. *YAWN*
I actually have some great news regarding a certain situation in my life. I told the girls in the studio this morning and they were pissing their pants. JoJo nearly gave birth early. I need a few more days to think about posting it. But it is the weirdest thing anyone has ever said to me.
More later – I have pics of the whole meal from Julie’s which I want to post so Philippa and Chorley can see.