February 2012
2 posts
Old school hangouts. Jo Minoli’s birthday. TGI cocktails, ‘chiggawigger’ mexican chow. some welsh titled pub i can’t pronounce, buffalo walks in the pouring rain, cocktail repeat. i heart meeting new people. i don’t heart accidentally leaving the remains of my sangria with Minoli; he made it spicy.
The time girls night out turned into a random roadtrip to hobo’s in bridgend. designated driver, me. screaming enrique lyrics until our arrival with sofia & Jamie. met the crew there.. moshed as if i wasn’t sober. AM drive thru’s. Avoided getting raped and murdered <3
January 2012
45 posts
Raul’s gonna turn me into shakira will all these Colombian James Brown mash ups. Zumba; who knew working out could be so fucking funny.
I’m at that age where it’s unacceptable that i cannot cook, anything. so, I bought a recipe book to inspire me to collect recipes & bake them. I attempted my first ever meal.. and it was surprisingly delicious.
do you know what i really appreciate? phone calls from spain, bragging about sunny strolls on the beach. major pout.
The Reichenbach Fall. holy fucking hell. a bit of warning would have been nice. i have never wept to much in my entire life.
Eddies Dinner. Milkshakes & Pancakes. best breakfast idea ever. especially when it’s someone else’s treat <3
Unexpected nights out are always the most eventful. munch at las iguanas quickly turned into a few units-slash-shots in gatekeeper, resulting in a forced clwb que up. this is the only recollection i have of this evening. how i got home is beyond me.
Nights in are all about mixed fruit kopparberg in bed with the sibling. i forgot how much i love not living at home.
Joseph Gordon Levitt. there’s a party in my pants & your invited.
when i said that i was “by far the worst person sofia could have asked” to act in her project, i was wrong. she’s just finished editing, i am a brilliant actress.
why’d you come into my life? i was doing so well without you. my new addiction: I literally cannot stop watching misfits.
January 9th: A girl’s night in to remember.
i couldn’t help by notice our ironic gym routine. scoffing all the calories back in straight after an intense work out. — By intense, i mean bouncing on a gym ball for half hour because my legs cant handle any more running after six minutes on the cross trainer.
Suddenly Sunday has become my favourite day of the week. My reason being; Sherlock Holmes & Dr Watson.
Gatekeeper-Clwb; standard plan. last minute decision to join the boys. i cant say i remember much of this night, I’m going to put blame on my horrendous ability to follow any drinking game rules. Random reunions in welsh clwb, shots with strangers, smoking area heart to hearts, dancing like an absolute tit, mcdonalds savior, taxi to shortbread & milky tea in bed.
The time matthew roberts & jamie matthews produced the shit out of my voice. improvisation at it’s best, a song about our love for sofia.
so far 2012 has been hangover after hangover. & it seems this statement is not a complaint.
Pier64. joint birthday with the morgans. all sorts of peer pressure: 1. Oysters; by far the fishiest thing i’ve ever tasted. Thanks for letting me know that slug was alive whilst i was chewing down on it. i thought oysters were supposed to be an aphrodisiac, i beg to fucking differ. 2. Tartare; i thought the name sounded appealing. well i’ll tell you something, a handful of raw mince...
This was the morning i discovered what “towel mouth” really feels like. there was a second when i thought to myself, ‘I’m never drinking cheap wine again’ but there’s no point in giving myself false hope. we checked out of the hotel & embarked on a breakfast journey. Which was followed by a quick traditional hamley harry potter visit before we jumped on an...
Impulse adventure. waking up at A-stupid-M to catch the national express; destination victoria station. If you know my sister or myself our first stop is predictable; oxford street- three story topshop- also referred to as heaven. after raping our debit cards we graced our stomachs with Garfunkel’s then made our way back to the last minute bargain five star hotel. where we dolled up to...
“i got you a present” -passes me a reduced pot of pomegranates - past the sell by date. ..thanks dad.
2012 moto. accept your past without regrets, handle your present with confidence and face your future without fear.
2011 NYE. gav & rich’s house party. everyone zommbied from the night before. arriving with some extra guests & two bags of alcohol. drinking games, eskimo pizza run, table dancing, fruit ciders, latex faces, secret spilling.. until the countdown; where a few of us scoffed twelve grapes, to ensure we have a 2012 filled with good luck.
Note to self; 1. You cannot bowl without barriers. 2. Ed’s dinner is perfection when the whole center is closed.
The awkward moment the bouncers ban nath from entering hondo round two.
Hondo reunion via ruby tuesday “i’m at the bar- the booze one”. gatekeeper for southern comforts, before heading to clwb. Where it didn’t matter that I’d forgotten my ticket. blending with the moshers in the pit where we all threw a few ‘unbiast’ punches. Maclean smashed in my ear drums. no idea how we all ended up in Buffalo’s for after party...
Hitler quotations & Hooker garments. buffalo post-boxing drinks & unconventional conversation topics. Giggles after doubles after giggles. showing off our house dancing skills to the DJ, sipping what was supposed to be rose, unintentionally smashing people’s bottoms & putting all blame on macklin culkin. making enemies in the toilets. Zimbabwe secrets. AM wondering. i vote more...
i am not however all for eight am boxing day shifts.
I am totally all for stuffing myself with christmas dinners pre-christmas. especially with special guest appearances.
you know your ‘ard when you curse in church. Poppy’s first nativity, the most perfect bright star in the entire world. not sure how comfortable i was with the priests invite to the nursery for mulled wine after party though.
December 2011
38 posts
I’ve accidentally fallen in love with Audrey Tautou.
Sofia hired me to play a part in her “what if” media film this week. Which is how ive learnt i am by far the worst person she could have asked. why do i find it impossible to keep a straight face?