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!

HIT OR MISS?

 

 My housemate Alex has an unusual dress sense.  She also has a ton of clothes.  So she has decided to do a blog called "Hit or Miss?"  It will basically involve her photographing her daily outfits and us voting whether it is a hit or a miss.  To be fair, I don't think she will really care either way.  Take for example this outfit, which is totally fine from the ankles up.  Unfortunately, she decided to team it with a pair of socks and trainers that would only look good on a German lesbian hiker.  In fact that is insult to them.  No one could look good in those things.  I did try to tell Alex, but she was having none of it.  Typical!  Believe it or not, we went to the local pub and she managed to pull in them!  YES!  And it was it three sentences.  

"Whats your name?'

"What do you do?"

"Can I have your number?"

Alex said it must have been the trainers!

VIVA LAS VEGAS

 So it was Paula, my sister's 30th.  She was never going to deal with it well.  She has been telling everyone for the last couple of years she is four years younger than she actually is.  So instead of sticking around and trying to face up to the reality of telling everyone she is actually not 26, she decided to skip the country with a close group of friends and me, who would still love her even though she is now30!!!!  The destination was Las Vegas.  Now I have heard mixed reviews on Vegas.  It seems its a bit like Marmite:  You either love it or hate it.  I was expecting my opinion to be the latter.  Trashy, uncultured, with some of the worst kind of people you will probably meet on the planet.  In fact everything I usually hate.  The only thing was, I loved it!  The fact that I couldn't get my head round the place, made it totally fascinating to me.  Throw in the fact that I'm a party girl with an addictive personality, the 24/7 drinking and gambling suited me very well.  I've never really done much gambling before apart from the annual flutter on the Grand National ( A thing I get from my dad!)  Me and Paul my mate Liz's husband became a bit of a dab hand at the Roulette and slot machines.  Paul won $450 and I won $350 on the slots, to which I was running around the Bellagio Casino like a nutter, with a whole wad of cash screaming "I love Vegas!"  It also paid for me to go and see the Grand canyon by helicopter, something I have always wanted to do and it did not disappoint. Breathtaking would be the word I would use.


Here is Lady Warrington's and the Tyler (Me and Paul) guide to gambling:

1.As long as you are gambling all the casino's will supply you a vast quantity of free drinks, usually very strong.  These are served by over made up woman with big hair, wearing a uniform which consists of a short jacket, high heels and nothing much else.  This is to make you gamble longer, because you get drunk and then think you can win, and also bang the waitress.  This tactic did not work on me and Paul as we are both Northern, so harden drinkers.  Also he's married and I'm not a Lesbian.  Casino's also have no natural day light or clocks so you loose all sense of time.  Which probably explains why I was down there most mornings at 9.00am sipping on a G&T!

2.When you go round the slot machines, don't go on one that has just done a big pay out.  There not going to cough up for a while.

3.Try stalking!  Follow round the pro's on the slots who put in tons of money.  These people are easy to spot as they are usually chain smoking, fat, look like alcoholics and wear sun visors indoors?  When they tire of a machine and have not got a big payout, this is the best time to hit the slot.

4. Know when to leave.  When your on a winning streak its best to leave as it never lasts for ever.  This is something I should of done when up on the old roulette, instead of flirting with the guy stood next to me.

5.  Never look like you don't know what you are doing.  Unfortunately I forgot this the first time on roulette by going "So how the hell do you play this?" and moving chips before being allowed to and them having to get the manager over to tell me off!  I'm so cool. NOT!

6.  The best and most important rule is:  JUST BE LUCKY! because that's what gambling is really all about; luck!

Here's the best of my pictures: