Oooh so excited! Going out with the girls tonight for a rather large session. Can't wait. Just got to do the concert and then am free as a bird to sip whisky from my hip-flask, snarl and men and women alike & dance like a twat. Wooo-Hooo!

Yuck. February is absolutely the most horrible month. No sure about all this SAD business though. Is it not just that we should be hibernating? All the SAD symptoms just seem to mean that you should be chilling in your bed with a fat store of snacks like all sensible mammals. Certainly not trying to run a department, deal with a relationshit(c) and keep a house clean as well as throw massive parties. Certainly not. Keep sleeping for 10-12 hours and still waking up being miserable. Bloody February.

Anyway, too grumbly to write any more so here’s my hot or not list and that’s it.

Hot or Not list-Feb 2005.

Hot.

Turkish baths at York Hall.
Sleeping.
Vintage chanel scarf tops.
Chinese slippers
Nathan Barley
Chatting to tramps on the tube in rush hour and getting the whole carriage laughing.
Making friends with the executive chef at the Trafalgar Hilton. (Free dinner mmmm)
Sleeping
Spreading the Love (See tramp entry)
Free champagne (Twice this week – bonus!)
Ty – Ha Ha
Sunday dinner at Jude & Richie’s
Cutching in bed with Helsy eating eggs & soldiers
Irvine Welsh’s Glue (Not helping my spirits lift though)
Boo cooking me dinner when I haven’t got any food in the house.
Lidls whisky – Not bad at all.


Not

People nicking your ipod from your own party
February
Marriage
Chamber Organs
Staff being late – every shift
Being late yourself cos you can’t get up. (No-one to tell me off though – Ha)
Relationshits(c)
Cleaning up after the party
Daniel Bedingfield (Why??)
Pete & Kate & tabloids (Never thought it would come to this)
Metrosexuals
Funky House – What’s that all about then?
Coldness
Gloom
Wind chill factor
Drizzle
Crap pillows
Being skint
Teenagers snogging/heavy petting on the tube – In the fucking morning!?!

Well, honestly!

My word. Our Anti-valentines house party was mad as hell. We had B-boy action, grindin’, red & gold balloons, tequila, cocaine (although not for me, I was happy with six bags of poke - gross) people being sick out of my bedroom window(my staff & my brother), a rock band turning up around 3/4am, arguments, reconciliations, hags, yoof, bitches, Organic burger traders called uncle Al, gay boys, straight boys & girls, lots of brothers, a rock room, a hip-hop/bashment basement, popper binges at 8am, Malaysian guys doing 3 finger push-ups on the dance-floor, people doing handstands on the dance-floor, people shagging in the bathrooms, loads of guests that I’ve never even seen before in my life. It was well wicked. I was very proud of my team, it was when they arrived that the party really kicked off. The girls, Shaz, my brother & me were dancing till 9am and shouting at everyone crashed out around us to "Get up cos the party ain't finished". we're always the last ones left standing. I so love our parties. Everyone at work is talking about it today. Can’t wait till the next one.

Oh Dear……..

It was our post-Christmas staff party last night. Painfully memorable incidents from the evening include –

Drinking £700 in under two hours

Telling our HR Manager that the Site Manager is an “Ape”

Going to a late night drinking hole off Oxford Street with a motley crew including our Managing Director and Associate Vicar

Telling the aforementioned Vicar that she is the person I most admire in the world and that I want to be like her.

Telling the aforementioned MD that I have always loved her perfume as it “makes me feel safe” & demanding to know what it is in the cab on the way home.

Deciding that I will carry my Box Office Supervisor to the late night drinking hole “because she is cute” – resulting in us both falling flat on our backs.

Assistant House Manager Josh (23) drinking Absinthe shots with steward Gloria (65) at 7pm.

Meeting my new boss for the first time (Oh God) and haranguing her for at least half an hour about her past career and being extremely unprofessional about our promoters.
Subsequently, today has been a day of blushes and nausea. I have just eaten four cream cakes and a Sharon fruit.