Well, once again I haven't written for ages. Am just too goddam busy and important.......



Anyway, since I last wrote I have just been doing the usual ie, going to see bands, frequenting vile indie discos, throwing up (a lot), eating odd food at odd hours, laughing with my lovely freinds (a hell of a lot), snogging trannys (in a platonic manner of course) oh, and successfully running a famous classical music venue. I just wish that life could go on like this forever. For a more comprehensive run down of recent events Boo's journal has more details these action packed days of our lives. To be quite frank, I can't be arsed to write it all up, so cheers Boo.

I have had an emotional but fun week. It was Lorny's birthday, so that called for a three night Tues-Thurs binge on the town. It started quite badly when I went to see an unsigned bands showcase with a group of people including my ex (who I had mistakenly slept with two weeks ago) and his Lovely New Girlfriend. No irony intended there as she is quite, quite, lovely. So I sat there squirming and feeling tense and guilty as hell, when he produces a camera and starts shouting "Group photo!!! C'mon everyone!" It ends up with me and the New Girlfriend (we had only just met, bear in mind) putting our arms round each other and posing for the camera. It was wrong and awful. I honestly thought I was part of some elaborate farce, and dread to think what my face will look like in the pictures. (Pained, with gritted teeth and evil glare)

Well, the week could only get better after that. And it did. There was much whisky, mayhem, Brick Lane bagels, wees on the doorstep at 4am, good friends old and new, fun, frolics and fashion. The only possible downpoint is a vague recollection that I have from CandyBox at three am on thursday morning. It is of me and Lorny, arms draped all over each other, singing to Oasis so loudly and vigorously that our drinks were flying up into our faces, before my heel gave way and we skidded round our wet part of the dancefloor in a vile and graceless manner. I mean, honestly, Oasis???????? What was all that about? Am V. ashamed.

Mind you this is shortly before I spotted the object of my affections in the queue for the cloakrooms. I was feeling rather brave (not sure why), so with my hat falling over one eye, and my bosom heaving from a bout of quite violent hiccups, I poked him in the shoulder. Leering at him, I muttered the best chat up line I could think of on the spot, which was, unfortunately... "I've got hiccups." He looked me up and down in a disgusted manner, before replying with an icy, "I know" and turning away. All was well after that though, I soon forgot about my new love, went outside to meet Lorny and Courtney, shouted Libertines lyrics (Geeet Aaaaahhht of it!!!) at a few poor innocent indie kids, blagged a lift off the promotor, ate excessive quantities of prawn and egg mayo bagels and slept like a babe.

Excellent and classic night.

Went ot see 2manyDJs the next night at the Rhythm factory. Won't say much about that except that I REALLY REALLY HATE the Hoxton Artschool mulleted pseudo-pseudo post new wave fashion wank crowd and would quite happily shoot all of them and stop the Face being produced and reverse the whole elctroclash movement (thereby sacrificing some fuckin fine tunes) and refuse any entertainment licences in the eastend for the next 20 years till it all dies down..........if I had the power. They spoiled, no ruined, a perfectly good night. Bastards.