ONE BIG HANGOVER!

I seem to be following the usual path that occurs after a break up. I have just come through the mourning period and now I am on to the second phase of this process: going a bit off the rails!. After two years of always having to think about someone else, I am now filled with a great sense of relief and freedom, which being on my own has left me with. All these feelings and factors add up to me doing all the things that I have not been doing for a long time IE partying, boys and drink, lots of drink! I seem to find myself waking up constantly with a hangover and with not much idea, but a few blurred memories of what happened the night before. Take for example last weekend. Friday night went out in Hoxton, ended up at some house party in the area with loads of Swedish people. Can't really remember how I got home. Saturday Ruben, Angus's brother, was playing a gig at Elizabeth hall on the South Bank, so the house (Or as they are now know :The family) got our best glad rags on (Any excuse to dress up) and headed down in support. It was a great night with Ruben's visuals and Dan's music.



It was even better because Oli lost his voice so we all gave him loads of shit all night and he couldn't answer back. Brilliant! Sunday I did it all again by going to the South Bank again with Deb's to watch her friends band, then to old street in the evening to watch another band, at which point I don't think I could see properly, but still insisted being dropped off in the taxi while everyone else was going home, at London Fields where a friend was still out drinking! All because I did not want to go home. After that it all gets a bit fuzzy! I keep waking up with hangovers and staying "Thats it! Never again!" but who am I trying to fool. I'm having to good a time to stop now!










OBSERVATIONS

* Really need to cut down on the alcohol as I'm not going to have a liver left. Also my friend at London fields said I kept touch her breasts all night and asking her whether they were real or not! Don't remember. Really have to stop!

* It appears I'm a Hoxton trendy or wanker (Depends which way you look at it!) and did not even know it! My friend and me were discussing it and apparently I fit the description: Ray bands? Check! Bike with basket? Check! Lots of skinny jeans? Check! Vast array of stupid hats? Oh God! Check!

BIKE WORKSHOP

Unit 24 Oslo House East Wing, will now be know as Oslo house bike workshop, as Oli and Angus seemed to have made it into that today, after they have taken apart two bikes and scattered all the debris over the place! They don't even know what they are doing! They just want to look manly, get dirty and piss me off!

EASTER EGGS

I can't remember the last time I had such a nice Easter. It was so calm and chilled, well apart from the start of it. Thursday night saw Eric's Easter bunny party, on the ground floor of the building and it seemed that the whole of Oslo House was in the party spirit and turned out. Unfortunately, the music was all a little bit hard core for me (Well it was more like scraping sounds than music) and when some guy who looked like a cross between Keith from the Prodigy and a deranged pixie started singing Punk, I knew it was time to leave. So I ended up with a friend in a Swedish guys, called Conrad, flat, with a some fluffy cats and talking shit to people who I have never met before, and will probably not remember them when I'm sober. When I did eventually get back to my flat it turned out the my flat mates, had the same opinion of the music at the party and had decided to start their own little party at ours. It was still going on at 3.00pm the next day when I still found a load of random people smoking and drinking on the sofa's! I asked them to piss off as politley as I could and even had to ring them a taxi as they were too wasted. Oh the joys of communal living!
Sunday saw Oli cook an amazing Cassoulet, which he got in a big mood about and said it wasn't a proper Cassoulet, as he hadn't been able to get all the ingredients because all the shops were shut. Thats what happens when you get a cooking perfectionist. I personally didn't care what he called it, it was bloody amazing!

He was soon in better spirits after a few classes of wine as we all were and thats when we got the amazing idea to paint Easter eggs. Brilliant! So out came Angus's bike pump as an ingenius way of get getting the yolk out.


Don't try this at home kids!

Then out came my paint, Oli's blow torch, SSams marker pens, and a lot of mess. So here are the results: Its like Blue Peter but better.




We then decicded to let off a paper latern for SSam, in our "Lets save SSam" campaign, as SSam our house mate has not had her visa renewed and the government are trying to deport her. "Over our dead bodies!" We say.



The night was then finished off with drinks at the local Palm tree, with the good old swing band. They maybe old but no one does it better than them.



OBSERVATIONS
* Since the breakup i have become obsessed with playing solitaire. Can anyone tell me if this is normal or healthy?

WHAT DOES ONE WEAR FOR THE MAYFAIR?

So yesterday I had to go the Mayfair hotel for the press launch of Red Dwarf, which I can now tell you was the programme I was working on. I had to work dressing the actors, but then go to the fancy drinks bit, afterwards. Oh God! I got myself into a right mess on what to wear! Well I had to work and get there in the afternoon, so it had to be practical and not to dressy as I would look totally stupid. At the same time this is one of the best hotels in London! God if I had money I would love to stay there. Check out there website here. After what seemed like ages and trying all of my wardrobe, I chose a simple black round neck, the trusted purple high waisted skirt, the boyfriend blazer, with leopard ballet pumps, finished off with jewellery to jazz it up. It was a good chose but I still wish I had worn my Vivien's of Holloway, polka dot dress.
I Turned up at the hotel where we had a suite to change the actors. As the actors did not turn up for a while me and Fraser decided to try out the rooms mod cons and steal the toiletries. Also got room service as it was on production.



When the actors did arrive we dressed them ready for a press call in Berkeley square, which I had to go and see, but only to get a look at their mad fans. Red Dwarf has a huge fan base, from all over the world, but to be fair most of them are lets say, SPECIAL! Actually they scare me a bit some of them. They all look like they stay inside a lot, and are the types that look like they are into rubber, have a gimp in the basement and are just generally into dark things! For God sake most of them masturbate over Sci-Fi!


That was about as close as I could get with the mad fans!

After the excitement of the fans, it was the time I had been looking forward to. Yes! Free drinks! All night, my glass was constantly filled by waiters with wine! HEAVEN. We also had a screening of the finished product, which I must say looked very good, which I was very shocked about due to the time and budget we had. The party had its usual z list celebs: Some girls from Hollyoaks, Terry Pratchett, and the ginger bloke from the Orange adverts. Show biz! All in all a very good, a bit drunk, night. Has I was leaving all the Paps were waiting with their cameras. "Not for Lady Warrington, are they?" I thought. No of course not! Pixie Geldof and Noel fielding were leaving behind me!



Check out the Red Dwarf episodes which are on this weekend on Dave, on Friday, Saturday, and sunday at 9.00pm. Also on Sunday there is a making of documentary, which I think I will be in, most likely looking ruff, as the picture below shows.

MY LITTLE PONY

When I was growing up, I had an obsession with horses and ponies. While other girls my age were deciding which member of which boy band poster they were going to put up on the inside of their desks, I would have pictures ripped out of horse and pony magazine, pinned to mine. I was never a normal child. I would also have a room full of renaissance art books loaned from the library all the time and when most girls my age where out on the street, drinking White Lighting and flirting with boys, I was trying to replicate the Sistine Chapel ceiling and asking my mum much to her horror if it would be OK to do it in my bedroom! Sorry I am have trailed off the subject of this post. Ponies! Yes that's what it was! Anyway when I was a kid I was the biggest lover of "My little Ponies". I had over 60 of them with all their stables and castles, estates and what other bloody things came with them. I use to talk to them all the time, as they were my best friends and told them faithfully that I would never get rid of them as they were my life. Well of course when I reached puberty I flogged them all for £50 as it meant I could buy some new clothes, but we all say stupid things when we are kids. So I was flicking through the Guardian paper the other day when I came across an amusing piece on an artist called Mari Kasurinen who has given "My little Pony" a make over by transforming the figures into characters from cult films. It did make me laugh and reminded me of my old friends. See what you think. I have posted pictures of some of the ponies but for the full collection click on here for the guardian website.

Princess Leah

Jack Sparrow

Edward Scissorhands

Batman and Robin

Alien

LAZY SUNDAYS

I just love lazy Sundays. I haven't had one in a while, but the last one felt like a real Sunday. I got up to go to Columbia flower market for when it opened, because Oli my housemate bet me a tenner I wouldn't, which you should never do as I'm the most stubborn person in the world and if you tell me I can't do something, I bloody will! Anyway got there dead on 8.00am and it was a great feeling making the most of the day and not having a hangover, which makes a change! If you ever come to London and love flowers, you have to head to the flower market on Columbia Road which is only on a Sunday between 8.00am and 3.00pm. Its just so beautiful and has some of the last true cockney traders screaming out their prices and deals. I try to head down there as much as possible as its not far from me, and I have to be surrounded by flowers all the time. Maybe its because I grew up with them, as my mum is a florist.
On the way home I brought the Sunday papers which me and the house mates love reading. Then Oli who is the greatest cook, cooked us all brunch from his new recipe book from Ottolenghi which is my favourite food shop in all of London. When I walk by the shop I always buy one of their cakes. So all in all a perfect Sunday.











OBSERVATIONS

* Oli owes me a tenner still!