Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pick your artist: Rufus Wainwright Are you a male or female: One Man Guy Describe yourself: Beautiful Child How do you feel: Waiting for a Dream Describe where you currently live: Chelsea Hotel No. 2 If you could go anywhere, where would you go?: Leaving for Paris Your favourite form of transportation: In My Arms Your best friend is: Sally Ann - fantastic coincidence that this is my sister's name, innit! You and your best friends are: Between my Legs - hahahahaha, couldn't resist. What's the weather like: Grey Gardens If your life was a TV show, what would it be called: Oh What a World What is life to you: Dinner at Eight Your relationship: This Love Affair Your fear: Vicious World What is the best advice you have to give: I Don't Know What It Is Thought for the day: Release the Starts How I would like to die: Crumb by Crumb My soul's present condition: Want What would you like to eat right now: Old Whore's Diet My motto: Vibrate
If this works I am totally moblogging to the max.
Yesterday in Selfridges I saw a pair of rich widows coming from the champagne bar.
Show us your favorite piece of athletic equipment.
Hahahahahahahaha ahahahahhhaa ahahaha ahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahaa!
Oh wait, does this count as equipment?
I love the internet, but I also love people who comment on the internet.
- netto lol
- Salt And Vinegar chip shop across from that shop that sells bongs and near cash convertor. POPEYES!!
- The best restaurant in Rotherham has got to be 'E LUPOS' Italian, run by VITO and SALLY, the most tastyest food ever! Live music every Friday with fabulous BARRY, Great atmosphere!
- Popeyes, but only when you're pissed 'cos the pizzas taste of hairspray
- All shite
- idiots
- The old man busking on Tesco's bridge....he lives in a house bigger than mine and drives a decent car. Don't tip him, he's a spy working for M15.
- My god that lil guy who hangs round meadowhall staring at v.young girls blowin raspberries you all know him ,seriously tip 2 the security there this guy needs banning!!
- The only busker i know is the one in Tesco bridge who asks you for drugs then wants a fag then 20 pence. just run away nad somebody else will steal his money once his drugged up, throw him off the bridge!
- Bottom of steps nr church
- no what im saying
- No decent women in rotherham to hook up with, lived in rotherham all my life, i was a misanthrope by the age of 10
- We used to meet up at the third bench on the hill of Clifton Park. My, I've many happy memories of that bench and all the wildlife that used to congrigate around our feet.
Well I'm out of hospital, and oh God, where do I begin? I'll do a bigger entry about it all - warning, it will be mostly moany and depressing - and it will contain such highlights as:
In my last entry, I mentioned how I was going to a charity day at some stock broker place. Well thick old me didn't realise that it was the stock broker place, as in where the whole thing in the news about money, banks and er, stocks has er, been. BGC anyway, it's been featured in the news a lot lately.
As you saw from my Facebook photies, I met quite a lot of famous people, which was nice. People also there who I didn't get to photograph: Prince Charles and Cherie Blair. Madness.
Everyone was just nice, and it was a lovely day. Everyone was supporting a cause and having a good time. Nobody was stuck-up, and it was just a cheery, exciting day. The only real celeb gossip I got was that Claire From The Apprentice now runs her own business. You mighta known that anyway.
I got a free goody bag from the day too, which wasn't filled with stock broker cash, sadly, but kiddy stuff. I have a puppy from Hotel Chocolat, a High School Musical CD - does anyone want this? - and a little pony I have since adopted over to Fox as the mascot for Sparkle Motion.
The most surprising thing however was the trading floor. One could really get quite excited by those shouty men at the computers and phones. YES.
And yes, I have to stress again: PHIL AND FERN ARE LOVELY.
In other news, I am Fimo-crazy. I am modelling like a mad motherfucker. Does anyone want owt diddy making?
Also: come on people, join Twitter. It's internet crack. My page is here. Does that intice you?
Feeling pretty swank:
- I'm back in London! Hurray!
My head feels so much lighter, I'm sleeping better, and I love my new
flat. Anybody want to come round?
- I'm walking better, and I'm not crying "ohhhhh fucking hellll owwwwwww" as much when I stand up, or generally move. Dad and I high-fived the other day when I managed to walk half-way to the Brunswick Centre before needing to get into the wheelchair.
- After this, we strolled down the Mall, and ate mini marshmallows. Everyone should do this. as you can't be miserable while doing it, it's impossible.
- Dad has stayed with me for a week - back home
tomorrow afternoon - to get me moved-in and build my IKEA furniture. I
was worried it wouldn't go, or fit into the place, but good Lord, it
does! Shame he got screwdriver/stigmata wounds assembling it all.
- Lovely, slim bloggers who live in Germany who send you delicious hot chocolate items to aid your weight/strength gain.
- On
the 11th September I'm going to some stock broker charity day at Canary
Wharf. Slebs go too, and last year it raised £6m for charities, £100k
of which went to Debra. I hope to pick me up a hot/rich broker.
- My latest internet obsession is Twitter. It's like a 95%
cut-down Facebook. Yet, it's not like Facebook, as it isn't like
poison, more like a milkshake. That doesn't even make sense to me
A load of wank:
- Despite walking and moving better, I have gained NO WEIGHT. It is fucking annoying, but I guess all I am eating is helping me in other ways, as mentioned above. My weight isn't even up and down, though, just at Scarily Low Amount of Kilograms all the time.
- My right hand and wrist is well bloody sore. So sore in fact, that I can't grip stuff properly, and texting is impossible. Typing this isn't too great either, so I'll leave it there.
YAY TO MORE SWANK!
I tag everyone to do this swank/wank list.
I am sorry for the short entry but I am busting to wee (TMI, sorry).
Had my Guardian photos done today.
The photographer told me they wanted two sets of shots - one indoors and one outside.
This is because the editors want me to be on the cover of G2.
*falls over*
