remind me of the babe

I went to a masked party over the weekend. With only 2 days notice I didnt have much time to scramble something impressive together. Taking inspiration from one of my most favorite films ever, The Labyrinth,I wanted something silver and white with feathers and sparkle, fit enough to dance with the Goblin King...I ended up wearing a pair of cat ears with a black eye mask instead. Like I was about to go out and burgle someone's house and decided to wear a pair of ears at the last moment just to be kerraazzzy!

When we arrived at the party HQ, there were many Venetian style masks and a few other people wearing black eye masks (last minute party goers too?) but none wearing cat ears. So I at least felt a little bit original. It was a quirky little night. A gorilla played the keyboard. A girl who I thought looked amazing in a harlequin ballerina kind of outfit later looked a big old mess and underneath her silk turban and mask she was just another East end clone with Pat Benatar hair and an eating disorder. So I suppose that was the good thing about a masked party. Everyone could hide who they were and be goblin kings and queens for the night (or a gorilla)

...what a gloomy rainy day. Where's David Bowie in a pair of obscene spandex when you need him?

That is All...

The Devil Wears Prada was on telly last night and even though I've seen it loads of times I still sat to watch it and feel for Andy juggling the impossible demands of her boss...and lust after her wardrobe (post-makeover!)

My days of being sent on a hundred errands with vague instructions, juggling coffee cups in one hand, and a phone ringing in the other, are o-v-e-r but I look back on it as rite of passage that I'm glad I went through but would never repeat again in my life.

I once had to run out and buy a new pair of jeans for my boss as he had been out the night before and split his pants. For the whole day he was walking around with his bum hanging out, flashing the office with his tighty whiteys. Meanwhile I was made to stand and wait at a posh boutique until it opened so I could buy him a new pair. Just as I was five minutes away from returning to the office with a new pair of jeans, my phone sounded off again and I was sent out to buy 5 ice cream sundaes. By the time I got back to the office the sundaes were now pools of chocolate flavored puddles, my boss had left to go down the pub (even with underpants flashing) and I was a sweaty flustered mess. And this is from my happier days in TV.

Months later-working on a totally rubbish show-I returned home late after a tiring day of shooting and running only to recieve a nasty call from a Researcher as to why a tape was missing...although I hadn't stepped foot in the office all day and hadn't a clue why this was being pinned onto me. When I handed in my resignation a few weeks later, the Production Manager laughed. I'm still not sure if he was laughing because I hadn't done it sooner or because he was delirious with stress. I'd like to think the latter.

Glee

So I'm going to jump on the ohmygodiloveGlee bandwagon. But really I do.

Reason number 1:



Reason number 2:



That and the lines that Sue Sylvester comes out with...

I don't trust a man with curly hair. I can't help but picture little birds laying sulfurous eggs in there, and it disgusts me." Sue Sylvester

I really dont like curly hair on men either. Even you, Justin Timberlake.

Bend and SNAP!

Was January the longest month in history or what?

Roll on February and Spring anticipation! If you happen to buy Instyle magazine you will see a nifty little 20% discount code for ASOS. I used it to finally cave in and buy that pair of very impractical Vivienne Westwood platforms that I have been salivating over like a doughnut. For your discount, type in ASOSINSTYLE and may you do a little dance like I did when I clicked that lovely little Place Order button. Better than Christmas!

As I was off sick (yet again) last week I spent ages in front of the computer in my Primark pink onesie(SO comfy but slightly wrong!) downloading more songs from my yoof. I found a ton of good songs but my favorite was listening to TLC who will always be the craziest, sexiest and coolest chicas ever in my book. I didnt go as far as pinning condoms to my shirt and definitely left the pouffy hat to Left Eye...but yes, I'm pretty sure I tried to emulate the baggy t shirt and shorts look with Doc Martens. There were some dungarees involved too. At school, if you knew the words to Left Eye's rap in Waterfalls you were...ridiculously cool. And in case you were wondering...I was ridiculously cool.



I am so over Winter at the moment. I am not part of the pro Winter army that lust over the snuggliness of their winter woolies. Me? I prefer to not leave the house in 8 thousand layers and hoping that I make it into work before it rains/snows/sleets. I dont like standing with my legs crossed over each other while waiting for a bus or train that makes it look like I really need a wee and not a sad attempt at keeping the last bit of body heat to myself. Give me sunglasses and a cute dress any day.