O god…..it’s been so mental lately that I’m gonna have to take a tip out of Boo’s book and do weekly listings of my activities since my last post, otherwise I’ll never get round to writing it all down……..

· Tuesday 1 April
Bought the White Stripes ‘Elephant’, listened. Foamed at the mouth and marvelled at Jack White’s ability to make me believe in love again…….He is a true poetic God.

· Wednesday 2 April
Went to see Kila Kela and Public Enemy at the Forum. Was utterly blown away by both acts. Kila Kela for pure talent and PE for pure and absolute power. Then went on to Candybox and got in a strop cos a feathercut snarled “Fuck off, I’m trying to talk to my mate” when I asked for a light. Little nobber. On nightbus vowed never to go to candybox again, but of course that’s bollocks. Where else can one go for Wednesday night fun and frolics??

· Friday 4 April
Went to see The Faint at ULU. Was happily surprised at their show. Thought they were fantastic. After, went onto Bedrock. A usual night except that me and the girls made friends with Schoolboy (a fevva that we have long admired). Told him of his nickname and he was very upset to the point that he kept on getting his passport out on the dancefloor to prove he was born in the seventies…..I then snogged a mancunian twat with a girlfriend and Boo snogged a guy too (for most of the night actually), while Lorny lay on Boo’s lap peacefully asleep.

· Saturday 5 April
Me and Boo missed a matinee at the national due to the unfortunate fact that we couldn’t move off the living room floor all day. I then dragged myself into work, vowing to get an early one after the concert. No…….ended up in an arab coffee house smoking a shisha, drinking mint tea and chatting with my mate shaz till 4am. Nice night though, really enjoyed feeling like the caterpillar from a Lewis Carroll tale. Seriously.

· Sunday 6 April
Went to meet my mate Liam at a bar in Shoreditch called the Elbow Rooms. Was lovely to see him again and we came up with a scam too…but more about that in future posts. Liam gets drinks for a pound in the otherwise expensive bar and so we drank quite a lot of delicious whiskey sours. The night ended with me weaving my way home alone in my pink pointy shoes, singing “Be like the squirrel girl, give it a whirl” over and over and over all the way up Brick Lane and Whitechapel High Street, causing much mirth amongst the bangledeshis in their doorways.

Monday 7 April
Inevitable hangover on Monday much helped by the fact that me and Lorny had free mystery shopper pizza hut on whitechapel high street. It was one of those ‘eat all you can’ malarkies and we certainly did……..four plates of pizza and pasta each and two trips to the ‘ice cream factory’ (fantastic invention) Waddled into work and read in my tower for a few hours, had a website crisis and then went to that little comedy night at Barcode. Was hoping for a straight to bed quiet one after the show, but unfortunately (well actually fortunately) Little Chris was there. So, ten minutes after the show we were downing tequilas with the most sexy stand up and then we all piled down to Heaven, Chris stopping to buy us gifts on the way. He was on form that night, it was really fun but I flagged at about two and had to leave.

That does bring us up to date methinks.

Am not going out till Friday when I have, by some miracle managed to buy White Stripes tickets……Hooray!!!!!!!!!

I cannot fucking wait……………….It’s gonna be the best.


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Now this post is from about a week ago when the Blogger server was down and it seems a shame to waste it so here him is…………………………..

Ooooh, am all hot and bothered. Have just been running round town in the rain trying to get the White Stripes new album instead of working. Very naughty of me, as I am:

A) Skint

and

B) In charge today cos my manager has decided to reduce his hours to a four day week.

However, this behaviour is justified as I’m completely obsessed with the Holly Golightly song, which I have heard only once. It is the sweetest thing ever. None of my favourite record shops have got it yet though, and I’ll be buggered if I’m going into HMV, Virgin or any of those other bastard enterprises. Oh no, and it’s Candybox tomorrow and I’ve got the money for the album burning away in my pocket. I bet I piss it away. Just think…………

1 x copy of Elephant : 12 Whiskies in Candybox.

Hmmmm……Perhaps I’ll give it to Boo as she’s not coming out. I think I’d better, for mine and everybody else’s safety. Anyway, I have to go now as I’ve got a very demanding and passionate Flamenco dancer coming in to rehearse on our stage at four. I think she may be slightly disappointed as the ‘stage’ is actually a couple of old oak tabletops that I have cunningly pushed together on the floor in manner of proper staging. Oh, the glamour of working in the arts……….