CHRISTMAS PRESENTS

Totally spoilt again! Can't understand why because, santa I have not been a good girl this year by far!

First up a new camera.  Yeah!  I have been saving all my 30th money and the christmas money for one and finally I've got it!  Yes the new Canon G11!  I was thinking of getting a SLR but I didn't think it would be good for my bad neck lugging a big camera around with me, and besides the G11 is just as good.  Its just so good to be able to take good pictures again, as my other camera broke months ago and I have just been taking crap pictures on my phone for to long!

I got a new Agent Provocateur 3 piece set.  I already had a beautiful set from years ago that an old boyfriend brought me, but like him, I have out grown it.  Yes people: the breasts are getting bigger (Its only taken 30 years!)  I got the love set, which is so lovely.  I'm sad to say this is not a picture of me wearing it, though I wish to god it was!  No, its Rosie Huntingon Whitely, who is stunning.  I wouldn't want to scare you all with me wearing it, especially after all I've eaten over Christmas!

When I was in India last year I got totally addicted to Himalaya skin products.  They are mostly herbal; smell amazing; and buying them in India; they were totally dirt cheap.  Also, most importantly their really good!   Unfortunately I ran out of the stuff I brought in India ages ago, and haven't managed to get this year.  Luckily my sister had a few trips there this year and low and behold she brought me what seemed like the entire range for my Christmas present!  Hopefully this means my skin will be better next year?

I don't care what people say about Top shop!  I love it!  I'm a total Whore for it.  Good job my brother and his wife remembered how much I love it:  He got a load of  Top Shop vouchers.  I've already my eyes on a few items.  Oxford Circus here I come!

CHRISTMAS DAY: WARRINGTON STYLE!

No brother and sister this year.  My Brother is in Japan taking my Nephew to see his Grandparents for the first time and my sister was working doing a flight to India.  Not like it mattered, I had a great day all the same, like I always do.  It was just a little quieter opening my presents with Mum and Paul in the morning without the siblings, but then we went to my Aunts, Joanne's for Christmas dinner like we do every year and believe me, that is never a quiet affair.  There was 24 for dinner this year, which is what is usually is, give or take one or two!  They don't do anything by halves either: Excess is their middle names. We eat, drink and laugh until no one can keep their eyes open anymore and only then do we think it might be time to go home.  We don't look at the time!  That's why you just can't beat a Warrington Christmas.

Boxing Day was a quieter affair with just me, Dad and my grandparents.  We were very Grandparent friendly and watched An american in Paris, but they left early as they always do because there old and have to be in bed at about 7.pm, so me and my Dad got drunk and watched Kill Bill.  I even stayed over at his for the first time in over 10 years as he finally cleared out his spare room (Well that isn't actually true.  He has just pilled the junk high in one corner of the room instead so you can reach the bed!)  Well its the thought that counts!

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

After 7 hours of sheer motorway traffic hell, I finally arrived back in Warrington from London, for the Christmas break.  I'm so glad to be home, which is not a thing I say often about Warrington, but for Christmas I would not want to be anywhere else.  Actually Warrington looks quite pretty under the sheet of snow that covers it.  I have spent two Christmas's away from my family, in Kenya and fiji and they have the only time I have ever felt homesick, as I'm not a home bird at heart.  It just feels wrong to be away from them at Christmas, and they do know how to do a good celebration.  I'm also feeling a little London tired at the moment, so it will be good to have a week away from the bright lights of the city.  Anyway:  HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. XXXX

THE ARRIVAL OF LORD ROGERS

Me and Deb's headed to Heathrow the other day to pick up our good friend James, or as we like to call him  "Lord Rogers!"  We all went to uni and we lived in London together but he went to live in New Zealand about five years ago, but is back for the holidays.  He is a lovely guy, he just has a tendency of being on another planet that isn't realistic and can be a bit of a snob, but in the most funny way.  Hence the name Lord Rogers.  I last saw him 2 years ago when I was sat in a hospital bed attached to a drip, feeling like hell, very ill, in a hospital in Hackney.  The scene was as follows:
James waltzes into the ward leaving Debs trailing in his wake.  He plonks himself down at the end of my bed and looks around in horror and starts on one.
"Well I heard it was a hell hole and it is!  Though its not as hellish as I thought, but only just."
I stare back at him blankly, out of it.
He looks around again and spots the crazy obese woman in the bed opposite, who is screaming and has pulled out most of her hair! (She also told us the doctors were trying to kill us all every time they came to do check ups!)
"Oh God Carls!  Your in an insane ward.  Is it safe?  Are you Safe here?"  He said
I stare back blankly, out of it!
"Is She safe here do you think?  He asks Deb's.
She looks bemused.  I am still staring back blankly!  He continues:
"How's the food here?  I bet its crap, isn't it?  when I was in New zealand in hospital, they gave me fresh fruit everyday and the food was amazing, but they did give me my own private room which was so lovely."
I finally snap!
"James why don't you just piss off and stop making this hell worse than it already is!"  I stare back blankly, out of it.
"I'll forgive you carls!"  He retorts "You are clearly on too many drugs and you don't know what you are saying anymore.  Besides I'm hungry.  Come on Deb's, lets go!"
So he waltzes of out of the ward with Deb's trailing behind in his wake.

He was arriving back in the country with his boyfriend Jono, So me and Deb's thought we would give him the arrival he deserved, by giving him his own sign.  Warning do not hold up a sign at an airport saying "Lord Rogers and Man Servant" with out expecting to get some funny looks, which we got lots of.  Who cares? James and Jono, thought it was a deserving and funny welcome sign and it was good to see my old friend again.  Jono is lovely too, and hot.  Its a good job he's gay as me and Debs would have been fighting over him.

SNOW SHOPPING

So I have started working on my new job.  I think this one is going to be fun.  Its called the Freaky Farleys and is a kids drama for Nickelodeon.  Its not the most high profile job I have done, but costume wise its really exciting and creative, with Werewolves, vampires and Zombies all done with a Japanese street style twist.  We are just prepping this week, which means a lot of shopping, mainly around Camden and vintage shops: Heaven!  Well apart from the constant snow and ice cold winds that have been around all week.  It makes shopping a dangerous experience!

THAT IS WHY THE LADY IS A TRAMP!

This is a picture of me leaving the my mates house after sleeping the night on her sofa because of another wild night on the tiles.  Yes!  I am wearing PJ's, as I was to hung over to change into the previous nights clothing which I am carrying in a plastic bag.  I'm also wearing heels as they were the only shoes I had, and a hat that I stole from one of the Cuban brothers after straggling him in my playsuit and grinding him on his lap!!! Anyway i got some looks as I came back into my building but I think I was still to drunk to care.  Besides PJ's are so this season thanks to D&G's collection, so this was like my homage to it?

 Well thats one way of looking at it or you could just say "That is why the lady is a tramp!"

CHARLENE MULLEN

So I've been working on The Bill recently.  Its not very interesting costume wise.  All those police uniforms get very boring, but it pays the bills in these hard times.  We were filming in Dulwich for 2 weeks doing some siege scene. It was like groundhog day, as the scenes we shot all seemed to be more or less the same.  I could of quite easily of tore my hair out with boredom, but there was one redeeming factor on this shoot.  We were filming in the house of a lady called Charlene Mullen, who makes the most amazing cushions, throws and art work, which she sells at such establishments as Liberty's and has clients such as Ralph Lauren and Donna Karan.

 I was a huge fan of her work especially her cat cushions which were called Ralph's extended family, in honour of her cream Persian Cat, called Ralph!

 Ralph became quite a favourite among the crew and demanded more attention than the actors and believe me that is  a hard thing to do! He even tried to get on camera by jumping on one of the actors, lap during a take (For me, it was the most interesting scene during the whole shoot!)  Anyway  Charlene made a killing over the 2 weeks with most of the crew and actors buying her work.  Unfortunately I couldn't afford one, as there not cheap and I'm totally broke at the moment.  Well I can still dream.  Check out her website by clicking here.