Hello! Well a busy last week hence my not having written for a bit.
Last thursday it was Catface Comedy which was lots of fun although the audience were especially rowdy to the degree that they were getting on my wick. Basically it was drunk men doing shouting of random words and then chortling at their own ramblings. When asked to be quiet they oafed around some more. Even when acts went on and kept slamming them down much to the amusement of the rest of the crowd they still continued to blurt out random words. The thing is they weren't trying to be nasty, they genuinely felt they were contributing to the night. Bless.
Other than that ALL acts did very well and we had a good time.
When I got home from work on Friday, Peter, my other fishy was deaded. Ah well back to the drawing board. I'm going to get some normal gold fish cause they're apparently harder than wimpish fantails.
The weekend was cool, saturday I went to a launch party at the bar on my housing complex BY MYSELF. I just thought FUCK IT. I'm going alone! When I entered the party I saw a table of people that I recognised from the local shop and I just went and sat with them. "HI!" I shouted. "Er hi...." They all replied happily. We soon became best mates and I chatted to lots of handsome men who were all having none of it. One drink turned into several and all of a sudden it was 11:30pm and I was staggering back to my flat with my glass of wine.
The next morning I had to be up early to get to Victoria for the dry run of my radio show. I took 2 cds cause I thought I wouldn't have to do the whole show but it turned out I did. So I absolutely RINSED my 80's complilation. Glad no one was listening cause it sucked. But this Sunday is the REAL THING with myself presenting my regular show 10:00am to 12pm. You can listen to this at www.sw1radio.co.uk SO!! Get involved. Hangover radio, it really is the new Hollyoaks. Um.
Right and what else? Oh yes then I went to Macdonalds ON MY OWN. I'm loving this alone stuff.
Then this week I've been at work and have been asked to be THE VOICE at the TMF Flanders Awards in Antwerp. You know the lady that says at the concert "Coming up next, blah blah blah". How cool is that? I know. All those FANS listening to MY VOICE. Yay.
Next Saturday is my 30th birthday party. How depressing. Well not depressing but you know what I mean. I'm trying to be one of those fabulous ladies that don't care about being 30 and with a toss of their hair and a slick of lip gloss head outta the door. I just can't do that cause I wear matte lipstick and my hair isn't tossy...... but yeah the party is going to be ACE. Then I really will be 30. BAH.
Right better get on, off down the gym but lord knows why cause it does fuck all.