Why is it that girls can be so bitchy and fake? It must be something that’s just naturally built into a large proportion of them. Not that I’m dissing my gender but serious ladies….fix up and stop with the petty bitching. It’s really not attractive.

Anyway…enough of the bad stuff….Went to Bar Risa last night and my god, it was actually like a frat party. Full of frisky freshers in Lincoln and Nottingham shirts doing beer bongs on stage and generally acting like sugared up three year olds. Needless to say, I finished my wine and moved onto Oceana.

Met a girl in the ladies and bonded instantly as only tipsy girls can do and had a photo session involving an absolutely huge denim skirt that somebody had dumped on the side of the sinks. I wonder now if somebody actually walked out half naked. Oh my…not what you’d expect to see on a Thursday night in the Venetian Ballroom!

I have come to the conclusion that I may need to reconsider the way I dress throughout these cold winter months…I was shopping yesterday when I was approached by a big burly black guy who asked me if I knew where ‘Purple Door’ was….I’ve never heard of it before so he kindly explained…

Man: ‘It’s a strip club, so…you don’t know where it is?’
Me: ‘I’m not the kind of girl to frequent strip clubs so I’m afraid I can’t help you there…’
Man: ‘Oh no no no! I’m not saying you look like you’d work in one!’
Me: *laughing* ‘You’re making it worse….’
Man: *laughs and walks away apologising*

This is a funny old City…I wonder why he was looking for a strip club in the first place. Naughty naughty….

I think I may have perfected the ‘don’t you dare approach me or I will floor you with my stiletto heel in one swoop’ glare lately. It comes in rather handy whilst making my way through the busy City centre. If it’s not Shelter or the Scarf man on the corner, it’s the man with the strange cuckoo whistle trying to prise away my hard earned pennies.

It also comes in rather handy when white van men try to cut you up in the street. Which gets me started on this – Â what the hell is it with Leeds drivers? I’m sure they’re all either stupid, have a death wish or are blind. In fact, maybe it’s a combination of all three. Whatever it is, it makes driving around here feel like a terrifying version of the bumper cars. Hardcore or what.

Have just been published in Face On magazine with an article about Boudoir to Burlesque make-up and photography. Cannot wait to see the results. I think celebrations may be in order once my hard copy arrives. Happy days!

I must have sat behind the two dimmest people in the world today. I like to fake tan but my god, it was like being sat behind two bright shining beacons for two hours. I kid you not…

I overheard an amusing conversation between them both though…

A: “Oh god, two of my friends are pregnant!”
R: “Yaaay! *starts clapping and looking spazzily excited then realises A’s face is not amused* ..oh…is that bad?”
A: “Er…Yeah! We’re all like….19….”
R: “Awww, i’d right like one of my friends to have a baby” *goes into a daydream looking at A*
A: *disgusted* “Don’t look at me!”

Oh my…are these girls really, truly in university?

We had a very exciting class this afternoon with a lecturer I adore. He’s so effortlessly amusing. He told us today that the main office in our Univeristy listed a different man as the lecturer for the subject. This upset him very much, he replied;

“He left three years ago. Give some respect to the poor departed soul…………by the way, he’s not actually dead. It’s just, well, respect isn’t it?”

Lovely.

I wonder if I wished and wished hard enough that I could somehow magic myself a nice big pile of money? Doubtful, but worth a try.

I’m glad I did my Christmas shopping extra early this year (February to be exact…yes I know, organised or what?). Anyway, the festive season will soon be here and I want to celebrate it with a fabulous new wardrobe full of cashmere, leather and sky high boots.

The weathers definitely turned for the colder over here. The leaves are all orange and pretty and there’s an exciting chill in the air. Like something unexpected is about to happen. I love the City in winter, everything seems to sparkle a little bit brighter and anything seems possible. Apart from surviving double Politics this afternoon, that is not looking promising…