SOFAR: SONGS FROM A ROOM

I've started a new job and its heavy going.  Its called The Hour, and is a 1950's drama for the BBC, starring Ben Whishaw (I love him!) and Dominic West.  Its going to look bloody amazing, but the hours (see what I did there) are a killer and after coming straight off the back of Diary of a Call Girl,
 I'm completely knackered.  All week I have been getting in from work and going to straight to bed, so that lights are off most nights at about 9.30pm.  Its ruining my party girl reputation!  So when I parked my car after work on Thursday after another heavy day, I was prepared to go straight to bed, but instead I bumped into my good Friend and neighbour Laura May.  She was all excited and started telling about the event they had organized in there unit that night.  Helen our friend and her flat mate had arranged for a night called Sofar: songs from a room, to be held in their house hold.  Sofar is a night which has different bands playing from some one's own front room.  Thursday there were four bands playing and probably a lot bigger audience than usual, as the warehouses can fit a lot more people in.  I got to sit in the VIP area at the top of warehouse looking down on everything, as I was in there with the crew.  It was a great evening with some great music ( my favourite band of the night was the third, Ex Libras).  Of course it being the wick, there is always something strange going to happen, and it did.  I had the best chat up line ever, or worst depending on which way you look at it.  So I was stood in the corridor having a drink when this guy waltzes up to me and said:
"You look rather nice and your breathing.  Fancy a fuck!"
Well what do you say to that?  "Piss off of course!"  Why do I always get them.  In fact another guy I know asked me if I wanted sex with him that night!  Whats going on?  I had to ask my house mates if they had written on my back "I want a shag!"  They laughed.  Apart from that it was worth staying up for, and was really nice to have a bit of a life for one night.  I paid for it the next day at work though.  You win some, you lose some.

A WEEKEND WITH MY DAD

 So my dad came to stay with me, in London for the first time ever the other weekend.  I must admit I was a little bit nervous about him coming to stay.  I don't think living in a warehouse with four another people and three crazy cats was what my father had invisioned his daughter at 31.  He jokes sometimes that I should come back to Warrington and marry a man with a proper job, like a plumber.  So that would be the house; the mortgage; the 2.4 children; the security!  That would never make me happy though, and he's knows that.  He's always known he has never had a conventional daughter.  I should never have worried though, after the initial wide eyes after he walked through the door of Unit 24, I think he became very fond of "The commune" as he called it.  You see, I forget that my dad is more liberal and cultural than I give him credit.  It was him that introduced me to art, that took me round galleries and open air plays as a child, who played everything from Led Zeppelin to Mozart.  All of these things have had a huge influence on me and shaped me as a person.  As we have the same interests then, the weekend was filled with them.  Galleries, museums, history and walking.  Lots of walking!  It felt like we walked the whole of London, but it gave us a great opportunity to try out our new found love:  Photography.  My father is quite competitive, so he insisted on a competition on who could take the best photo.  Here is the best of them from a great weekend.  I think I won the competition by the way.

HAPPY RUBBER HALLOWEEN!

 So mine and Hannah lastest fashion crazy is rubber, thanks to working on Secret Diary of a call girl.  One of our main characters, Charlotte played by Gemma Chan, was dressed always head to toe in rubber.  Now if your thinking this is a bit weird, I can totally understand, as I had the same opinion at first.  I thought people who wore rubber were freaks that hang out at weekend clubs with gimps on leads, which is also true, but there is more to rubber than that.  Its bloody sexy and makes you feel amazing.  It also has a strange effect on men.  It turns them into dribbling wrecks, and you have all the power.  This we all learnt on Saturday night as we ventured out for Halloween, and thought there was never going to be a better excuse to wear our rubber.  After having a spanking session in the hall, we hobbled (not easy to walk in rubber) to our friends Rob & Ian's Halloween party, then to the Bath house club where Hannah's housemate Tom was D Jing and partied to the early hours of the morning.  Great night.  Can't wait to get the rubber out again.
N.B:  Please may I state rubber is not as hot and sweaty as you may think.  In fact I think everyone should give it a go.

My Outfit: http://www.honour.co.uk
Hannah's Outfit: http://www.houseofharlot.com/

 Lube me up baby!

 Oli and Angus get in on the action!

 Ian

 Rob

 Tom on the decks

 Stop clowning around

 We pulled!

And here's one I made earlier!