On Tuesday night Betty and I went down to Russingham Palace and chilled. We watched Drop Dead Gorgeous, This is Spinal Tap and Show Gilrs.
The first two are great mockumentorys and Betty had not seen them before. I sent the entire time saying "You'll love this bit " and laughing to myself about funny bits about to happen. Drop Dead is a completely underrated film. With super great performances from Brittney Murphy and Chirstin Dunst. Also in my opinion this is Dennise Richards best ever part. I hate Dennise and think she is so overrated its not even funny. But in this film she plays a self obsessed bitch who will do anything to get what she want. This I think is not far from her real personality and so she did not even have to act. Brilliant.

Wednesday at work was completly hetic. I am on my own and have no one to talk to and so I am going completly insane. Having too much time to think does not go well with me and I turn all introspective and start anylising my life and events far too much. I have a mind that need to be occupied all the time. This is not condusive with this work enviroment.

But thank the Lord today is my last day this week.

Tonight I am going to Kash Point. This month the theme is New Olympians. So, I am going to go as a kind of swimmer/diver. I am going to wear tiny blue and white star pattern spedos and a yellow swimming cap. Now, I cant decide wether it wear my fancy cowboy boots or the white stilletos. It is such a strange outfit already that the stilettos wont look to mental but I am so not sure. I am practicallu naked in the outfit and not sure if my body is in the best condition to show to all and suindry. Its a bit like looking great in your head and then having to step out of your body and think that you would really say if you saw someone who was you in a club. Would you be impressed or would you just be a bitch and laugh at them. I think I am just going to bit the bullet and wear the shoes. Your only young once. The other issue is when I drink my stomach bloats untill I piss. This make me look a lot fat/pregnant. WIll I really care after a bottle of vodka and a ton of wine? I dont think so.

Well that settled all I need to do now is plan my Reading Festival outfit. I am off there tomorrow morning and have backstage passes. I am so sure I am going to get kicked out of the special areas when I am completely wasted and harassing band members for being cunts. Oh well. I am so excited I cant wait.

I will updat you all on the shinanagans on Tuesday if I can remeber any of it.

Have a great time.

Have fun and remeber...Wear what the hell you want to.

RUss.

Tuesday.
This morning I just could not be bothered to get out of bed. I did eventually and am now sitting at work bored out of my mind. I have no one to talk to and am listening to Fiona Apple. A little bit depressing but cathartic at the some time.

Last night I went on another cathartic mission to Russingham Palace. I went to make some curtains and put up all my pictures. After putting up all my great pictures, butterflies and scorpians I could not even be bothered to make the curtains so I just "dressed" the window with my great crow material. It looks great but is completely impracticle. I managed to get all my books in one cupboard. I was so surprised how much space there is in my cupboards. It's great. Even though it is CSI night I think I might go back again tonight and take a load more things. I have decided that I am going to move in next week and start my college work.

I am feeling so unimpressed with this town at the moment. Well, it's not even this town. It's me in this town. I really dont feel I am making the most of myself and my potential is not being met here. I need to get out.

I have realised a few things over the last couple of days.

1 - When you are depressed or just a bit unhappy then all songs have special meaning to you. They seem to speak to you alone and sum up what is happening in your life. This is a bit strange really. I am not that sentimental or mental bu this has been happening to me more and more lately and I am not sure I like it. I think that my mind is trying to find some shread of hope to grab onto so I dont loose it completely.

2 - Meeting Leon was like finding a stranger's shopping list and realizing that there are other, more interesting diets than your own. It was the first time I have ever felt incomplete.
I know that if I had met him whilst I was at college then the feeling would not be so severe, as here in "dead end town" I have no prospects or aspirations. This is not a good place to be when you have nothing to do. You grab onto anything that shows a glimmer of improving you life or just making you feel better about yourself for a moment of time. I think that this is why there is so much drink and drug issues in small subburbs. This is off the track of my thoughts though. The reason that I liked Leon to a degree is that he has acheived so much that he wanted to. He had dreams and had made them happen. Success is super attractive.
I know that I will eventually do that and that I have been doing this activly for over a year now. I am where I want to be and as soon as I move I will feel a million times better about myself but then again I am still here at my computer doing a shit job and feeling a bit crappy.

3 - Leon may be successful and everything but he still does not have a meaningful relationship. There is hope for me yet.

Now the question is what do I do about Norway when I get back to Epsom?

Shit moment of the day - Getting dressed and reaslising that I look like Timmy Mallet. What was I thinking?

Magic moment of the day - Realising how unhappy I am. Now I can sort it out.

Have fun and remeber...people are not always there for you.

RUss.

Monday morning.

I had a fun weekend. It started on Friday night when I was being undecisive about what I should do. In the end I went to the pub and then went to the Purple Turtle in Reading. I had a blast and bumped into this couple of Rock'a'billes that I have met a few times before. They are great but a little strange. I was quite hammered and was talking to loads of random people I did not know.
I was having fun when it was diecided that we were going back to my friends house. I was in the process of speaking to someone with a great NKOTB t-shirt. I was trying to make them give it to me but with no luck. They were really nice and liked me but I had to go.
I went back to my friends house and found that his mother had given him a lard amount of 70' porn for no reason at all.
Random. I was not allowed to watch much of it because it disturbed him too much.

On Saturday I went charity shop shopping with Bannan and then went to Around Town for N's bithday bash.
That was a blast and I got quite mashed. I danced to Goldfrappe and Rachel Stevens and did the Mel B version of Vouge. It was hillarious.
Then back to the house again for The Killers and Kelis.

Sunday and Car Bootie day. This week I was really well behaved and only got I Busted bag, a Micheal Jackson mirror and a neon belt. Then I went home tried to watch Miss Congieniality but fell asleep and ate some fish.

I was rudely awakened some time later by my phone telling me that I had a message. To my total shock and amusement it was from Norway. Norway is currently in Oslo. It was a quite generic and blase kind of message and I think it is a bit of bridge building before we start college again. I can see why this was done and am considering doing the same thing for Leon before the weekend. I am not sure if this is a good idea. I will think about it and decide on Wednesday.


Shit moment of the day - Not getting any sleep last night or having a dream that I was awake all night. Not quite shaw. Also having a really wierd dream that I cant remember at the moment but it freaked my out.

Magic moment of the day - Starting Shampoo Planet last night and getting back into the writting stly of the fabulous Douglas Coupland.
I have to work now.

Have fun and remeber...you may be filthy but I'm gorgous.

RUss.

So today is Friday and I have moved to a new team in my work.
I dont have a clue what I am doing but I am working like a dog.
I have just come back from my first ciggy and am running these funny reports that are not even working. What a bore.

Last night, in my productive vain I got home and worked on my visual diary and then played my N64.

I had a phone call from Little Lord Fontleroy and realised that we were meant to be moving to Russingham Palces the first week of September.
I am so unprepared but so is he.
It was that moment that I decided I had to move some more stuff into the house.
So off I went with Big Bird to the palace.

She loved it so much. I was proud.

Now vertually all my furniture is ther except my bed and my cabinet. After them all I have left is my stuff. Clothes, cds, some more book and videos.
I am pleased with my progress.
I am so excited about moving in and getting everything sorted out. I just cant wait. I want to be there now.

As soon as I get in there and dont have to come back for work anymore then I can get working on my college work and sorting out Skull Candy. These are two thing I want to be doing. I need to be super creative again and soon.
I have been creative over the summer but not nearly as much as I have wanted to be. I need the mental stimulation to get me back into the swing of things.

I think I am staying in tonight and relaxing. Or I might even get all my books and take them to Russingham Palace. I am not sure.
There is the possiability that I am going to have to go out and socialise as I think Big G is on his way down for the birthday party tomorrow. Which I still dont have an outfit for. I need to look super sexy.

That's about it for now.

Magic moment of the day - Having Big Bird love my house so much and being completely jelous of it.

Shit moment of the day - Having to work my arse off here.

Have fun and remember...your house says a lot about you. Especially when you have design contoll over the decor.

RUss.

Thursday.

OK, so I have a really scarey dream last night.

I was at college working really hard on my final degre project and everything was going well. I was enjoying myself and getting loads of work done.
Then one morning I work up and went into college and everyone was looking at me and whispering about me. I asked one of my friends what was happeing. They were confused and asked if I had forgotten the day before.
It turns out that I had gone completely mental in my fianl exam and not finished my piece. I had had a breakdown half way through and just lost it. This had meant that I had failed my degree.
I had no reccolection of this at all and everyone was really worried about me.
I was going mad. I had had such an episode that it had been wiped from my memory. I was so scared and upset. I would have to start the entire thing again.

I was actually really scared when I realised it was a dream. I don’t like having dreams like this. I think it was an unconcious sign that I am not doing enough college work. I am going to rectify this tonight. I am going to do loads of work. I think I am going to put together a complete stamp research book. Also I am planning to get loads of social problem research off the net today. I hope this stops my crazy dreams.

Yesterday I wanted to find out all the perameters for giving blood. I don’t think I am clean living enough to give blood and don’t really want to do it but I would like to know exactly why I cant.
SO this mornign I went ot the giving blood website and found out all the reasons why you cant give blo. There are like a million of them including:

Being too old and too young.
Having just had a baby.
Having had anal or oral sex with a man even if using a condom.
Having used antibiotics in the last few months.
Having a cold.

And the really odd one -

Having been had sex for money or drugs.

I don’t think this is quite fair. I could have had protected sex and been given money for it and be completely fine. I just don’t get it.

Today Stoke Newingtron was mentioned in my book. I am really near the end and the murders have trailed off. I think the rest is going to be a rollercoaster of death and drama. Oh, I hope so!

Magic moment of the day - finding out that you cant give blood if you weigh under 7 and a half stone. I new goal.

Shit moment of the day - Being really poor and having to buy cigys on my credit card, again.

Have fun and remember…it takes a lot of money to look this cheap, so send your dontaions in now.
Russ.

Morning people,
I am feeling quite good this morning. I am really hungry but I am not sure if I should eat due to my diet/life style.

Last night I finally managed to finish Prom Night II. I actually loved it and thought there were some really great effects for such a random movie.

I also managed to watch CSI and CSI:Miami. I also read more of my book. They mentioned Maidenehad twice in it yesterday and I think they were in the Holiday Inn just down the road. I think that is the best thing ever. I am hoping to have finished it before Friday night so I can start Shampoo Planet this weekend.

Well that’s about it as I have not done anything this week.

I have just been bad and had a tuna mayo roll. I know this is going to be a mistake later as my body has a few problems dealing with carbs since I went cold turkey with them.

Shit moment of the day - the terential rain now pouring down and the fact that I dont have a coat with me. Unless it stops I will not be able to go out at lunch. What a bitch!

Magic momentof the day - My town mentioned by my second favoutite writter.

Have fun and remember…wearing white makes people think you are clean.
Russ.

I think it is Tuesday.

I fell asleep 10 minutes into Prom Night II last night and so have still not finished it. That is my mission for tonight.

So, after 12 and a half hours sleep I am feeling reasonably good and want to crack on with things today.

Shit moment of the day - falling asleep really early and missing loads of great tv and my film again.

Magic moment of the day - Bumping into an old friend who has invited me to a photo shoot on Sunday in Victoria.

Have fun and remember…sleep is great but don’t let it make you miss life.
Russ.

Monday morning. What an eventfull weekend.

During my works lunch on Friday afternoon I began drinking with my pal Nay. We had a couple of bevies followed by a few shots of Absanthe.
Then returning to the office a couple of hours later I was hammered. We loved it and just messed about a bit and took camera phone pictures. Then my secret plan was to go from many and regular ciggy breaks and on each on pop to the bar round the corner and have another few shots. This we did.
Luckily we got time off that afternoon for good behaviour and did not have to sustain for long after lunch.

I went home and played N64 for a bit and drank beer. Then I got ready to go to the pub. I was hammered when I arrived and then had some vodka redbull.

Things get a bit fuzzy here as I don’t actually remember being in the pub at all.

After the pub we moved on to the bar round the corner where my friend DJs on a Friday night. We partied hard and danced our arses off. I loved it so much and bopped to Rachel Stephens and The Killers until it closed. Then I got a couple of bottles of red and went to Bannans party. By this time I was a bit messy. I think.

The party was stella and I drank so much. I was highly abusive to loads of people, in the best possiable taste. I threw up in the garden in the middle of a huge group of people and did not even care. Again I partierd hard for ages and around 4am I stopped drinking and as the party finally completely cleared out I refused to leave. Me and my friend L passed out in the living room and were awakened to the call of a bed. Bannan said she was not staying there that night and we could have her bed. So, I got up and went to the bed. L was shouting that it was a trick. I was confused. We both went to investigate and as soon as we had left the room Gypsie sister 1 slammed the door behind us and we were left to sleep in the hall. Not a problem at all. I slept ver soundly on the floor at the bottom of the stairs fully dressed and wearing my cowboy boots.
I woke up at 11:30am and heard of all the terriable things I had done and then we went to the loacl greassy spoon for breakie.

The Tea Pot café was pumping and pleasant. Breakfast was nice and I had a great strawberry milkshake. After that L and I went home.

I had a nap.

A while later I made the mission down to Epsom and took my coffee table to Russingham Palace. Someone had delivered me a nice new Britta water filter which I am torn between either keeping or returning. What do you think?

After returning I had hardly any time to get myself ready to go to the Golf Sale sumer party.
This was being held in The Tabernacle in Hoxton. This is a club that is not advertised publically but the word of mouth makes it a great night to go to.

We eventually found it after wondering around Hoxton for ages. A really nice, classy bar with loads of well dressed cool people. We had wine and danced to great 80's music.

After it finished we were invited to an after party. This was totally unconnected but we thought it could be a blast. After having to go for a wee in Baz's house that was completely jam packed with amazing furnature and obje-dar and fallen in love with a 70's sofa we went to the party.
This was held in warehouse that you could only access by walking down this really odd alley that was overgrown with weeds and a bit frightening. There were doormen on the gate and a few people mulling about. I was not impressed. We went in and found that the party was in the actual warehouse. We went in and I loved it.
Every wall was spray painted with great painting and graphs. It was dirty dindgy and like an illegal rave without the rave music. The music was 80's-90's heavy but fun dance.
It had a bar and a mushroom bar as well as about 10 drug dealers in a line outside the toilet. Random.
We got a beer and danced. I got a little bit more hammered and loved it. I only fell over once but did it spectaculy during one of my famous high kicks.
I don’t even remember what time we left but on the way out someone offer us some mushrooms. Free.

Well, free is my favourite word and so I took the biggest handfull ever. I ate them all on the way back to the car and we loved it.

I am actually so tired now that I cant type much more.

Just to say, I got home and smoked out my window watching the sun come up for about 2 hours and admired myself in the mirror and wrote absolute crap in my visual diary. The only think I can read of it now says "Sharon Davies can eat my arse." Strange I know.

Sunday consisted of the car boot and then the steam rally followed by drinks in Henly and watching Prom Night II - Hello Mary Lou.

I am tired.

Shit moment of the weekend - Having no sleep and feeling like my face is going to fall off.

Magic moment of the weekend - Being told by two Hoxton uber cool fashion ladies that I was well dressed and they wanted my clothes. I feel special and georgous.

Have fun and remember…being poor sucks.
Russ.

Morning peeps,
Friday the 13th, an ominus date but let's not let that get us down.

Tonight is my friends last night in this small town and also a year annerversary for Bannan and her flat mate. There is a party in their honour and I think it will be a blast. Big G might be coming down for it , which would be the best thing ever.

I have not had a drink in a week and I think that my "drinking problem" might reemerge tonight but I don’t give a flying fuck.

I am listening to Dolly P again and I am still loving this album.

Last night I got home and did more for my visual diaries, watched Malcom in the Middle, played my N64, did some more visual diary and cleaned my room. Then I read my book for a while and was in bed asleep before 10pm. Am I turning into an old man?
NO. I am just orgainizig myself and getting on with the important things. I am pleased with myself.

Again I did my situps last night and this morning and I am raising my game. I want to be doing 100 by Monday. I think this is an obtainable goal as long as I actually do them tomorrow when I am hung over.

I think I am going to pop down to Russingham Palace tomorrow to drop off some more things. I so just want to be there now. I think it is time to take my porno coffee tabe and a ton of videos.

I have invented a new section for my blog. When I say invented, I actually stole it from my new Mark Billingham.

It is called Shit moment of the day/Magic moment of the day.
As you may have guessed by the title this will be both the best and worst moments of my day. Here is the first one.

Shit moment of the day: not being able to get to sleep because I was thinking about Leon.

Magic moment of the day: Whilst wearing my thin t-shirt, trying on my super thinn trousers, both from Burrro. I have not worn one pair since sixth form when I was 17 and they fit and the other pair I have never been able to wear and I got the about 5 years ago. These also fit me perfectly. Proper magic.

Have fun and remember…don’t be afraid of a number.
Russ.

Thursday mornig and I have already been training the tards downstairs and now I am listening to Halos and Horns by Dolly Parton.

I love this album so much and since listening to it on my computer I have found all the brilliant extras including live footage of Dolly singing, hidden tracks and media player skins. These are the best things as there is a Halos one and a Horns one. Heaven and hell style. They are so classy.
Stairway to Heaven is currently playing and I am loving it so much. A really great cover. She makes it her own.

I worked on my visual diary's last night and tried to do some more for my project. Also I read more of my book. I am loving it more and more each day. Another reason to finish it is so I can finally read Shampoo Planet by Douglas Coupland. One of my favourite writters and the auther of my best book ever Generation X. The best book in the world.

Russingham Palace is so going to be like Gen X. I already know I am going to go mental as soon as I get to live on my own.

Top five influential moves to make me go menatl in Russingham Palace:

American Phyco
Party Monster
Seven
Fight Club
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

I am so excited. I know I am going to be really poor but I so don’t even care. Who need to be able to eat or smoke when I can live my life through the eyes of shocked onlookers.

I think I am loosing it already.

I have already got my outfit for the first day and enrolment day. Is that a bit strange?

I need to sort out an outfit for Reading Festival. It needs to be practical, work in swealtering heat and terential rain and make me look uber cool and gorgeous.
I think this is going to take some planning. It's actually really near now.

On the advice of Betty I have been loking for friends on friendster. I have bookmarked tons of attractive and fun people and all I have to do now is actually message them. This is the daunting bit. I am so bad at chatting people up.

I have to do work again tonight but I am loving having the evenings to myself. I have even started cleaning and sorting out my room and things to be moved out. Wow.

I look great again today and did my exercises this morning and last night. My stomach does not hurt that much this morning and so I think I am going to step them up a little. I don’t want to get real muscles though as they weigh loads.

I'm off now to do something. Not sure what. I think it will start with a ciggy then who knows, probably listening to Dolly and printing off the internet.
Have fun and remember…you are already who you want to be.
Russ.

Wednesday morning and I have started a new healthy lifestyle regime.
I woke up this morning at 7am and went to set my alarm to go off in 15 minutes so I could do situps for that time and found that it was already 7:30 and I had overslept. So I started to do my situps anyway and 3 in I needed a poo. On returning for the bathroom I got dressed and then fully awake I contued with my situps. My stomach still hurts now.

I then left for work and sat outside my office and continued reading The Burning Girl for another 40 minutes. I am loving this book so much that I understand what people mean when they say "I couldn’t put it down". It is great.

Today I have loads of real world things to do like paying the water bill, writing to the council about council tax and sorting out my credit card. Real life = boring shit.

I watched CSI last night and loved it. I also started work on my research book for my first college project next term and read some of my book.

Another great t-shirt had arrived from ebay last night and I am wearing it now. Monsters of Rock. I love it.

I am staying in again tonight as I still have tons of work to do. My coffee stained visual diary is still wet and so I have not been able to continue with that yet but I have some more things to add to it. I think it is time for a huge mental rant in it. I have not done that in ages and I always feel they are so cathartic. I normally do them drunk but as I am not drinking at the moment it will be converluted and a little stiled I am guessing. My words flow so much bettter when I am hammered. I love writing drunk. It rocks.

I did not even realise that Reading festival was so close. I have to get the full line up today so I can plan who to see and when to be completely hammered. Ok, I know that will be all the time but it's the thought that counts.

My stomach hurts. DO I need a shit or is the muscle strain?
Well that is it.

Have fun and remember…shit before you exercise.
Russ.

Tuesday morning, bright and early.
It's raining loads and I could not enjoy reading my book and smoking in the fresh air as much as I really wanted.

I have started another visual diary that has a darker feel than the last one. I have taken inspiration from Seven and am looking into loads of different things like Dante's Inferno and Voodoo, as well as adding in personality disorder tests. I think this may be a grreat book by the end of it.
The book is currently drying off after being soaked in coffee last night.

I have a sneaky suspision that I am going to be finishing work earlier than expected and I think it might be this Friday. Although no one has told me this Ihave sensed it.
If this happens I might move down to Russingham Palace and just try and work down there.
I have loads of college work to do and other house and college things to sort out.
I think it will be nice to get away from everyone and start a new life.
I am not running away and I am not trying to distance everyone I just need a bit of a change to sort out my head.

I am also going to start my college project today. I need to make sure that it is finalised on the website and I am able to print it off.

Chub Fighter has become a bit of a trend at the moment and I hope that it works. I think it is good on a moral level as you get to see even fatter people tanh you fail and that is always a nice thing to make you feel better.

I have asked for my pants back and they are being posted, allegidly. We shall see.
Well, that is it for today.

Have fun and remember…a change is as good as a change.

Russ.

First thing Monday morning and I woke up in my friends bed and remembered that I had to go home to pick up my new book. I finally finished Tron and have now moved on to the new Mark Billingham - The Burning Girl. I read the first page and nearly cried. It is a bit disturbing and I loved it.
When I arrived home I found four caps waiting for me from ebay. I love them and have one on now.

I have had a fun and eventful weekend that has been a rollercoaster of emotions.

Friday night. Betty and I went into SoHo and had cocktails in Lab. We thought that we weren't going to get in because we were not on the list but the lady thought we were great and let us in anyway. We drank Cosompolitans, Metropolitans, Rich Dogs and Melon Margeritas. For some strange reason we only had to pay for two fo the drinks. Bargain. I think the barman loved me.
Then we moved on to The Criteria in Islington. The Performing Poodles Actor Boyfriend was doing a Mini Adventure play there however we missed it. We met all her friends and drank some more.

Then we went our separate ways and Betty and I went to Popstarz. We were really hammered by this time and loving it. I had a great time dancing away to my favourite tunes and drinking and spinning when Leon arrived. This was not a total surprise as he had let me know by text that he was going to be there a few minutes earlier. He was a bit drunk and then basicaly ignored my for the rest of the evening.
Hilarity did not ensue and after a mental moment in the loos with Betty she took it upon herself to puch him in the face. This is a completely paraphrased version of events but I don’t care.
Needless to say, this did not go down well.
Leon left and Betty and I went into SoHo for breakfast.

At 5am I was trying to eat a full monty breakfast and Betty was devouring a 7oz blue steak, which reappered in a toilet bowl 5 minutes later. Ha ha.
Then we went home.

Saturday and I was feeling rough. Mentally and emotinaly. Betty and I went to the pub and lounged for a bit then wondered around in the summer heat.
She did some shopping and then I went home.

Apparently I have a drink problem and that is not condusive with Leon! So that is that.

Sunday and Betty and I went to the RedBull Soap Box Racing at Knebworth.
It was shit. We left and went home.

I then went round to see Bigbird who persuaded me to have some drinks with her and her friend and then stay over. This I did.
A pint of vodka later and I was feeling a bit better. I do not have a drink problem.

Today I have the mission of finding the money to pay my rent that I don’t even know how much it is. Wish me luck.

Question: How do you politely get your underware back from a past lover?

Have fun and remember…never leave your pants anywhere.
Russ.

First thing Monday morning and I woke up in my friends bed and remembered that I had to go home to pick up my new book. I finally finished Tron and have now moved on to the new Mark Billingham - The Burning Girl. I read the first page and nearly cried. It is a bit disturbing and I loved it.
When I arrived home I found four caps waiting for me from ebay. I love them and have one on now.

I have had a fun and eventful weekend that has been a rollercoaster of emotions.

Friday night. Betty and I went into SoHo and had cocktails in Lab. We thought that we weren't going to get in because we were not on the list but the lady thought we were great and let us in anyway. We drank Cosompolitans, Metropolitans, Rich Dogs and Melon Margeritas. For some strange reason we only had to pay for two fo the drinks. Bargain. I think the barman loved me.
Then we moved on to The Criteria in Islington. The Performing Poodles Actor Boyfriend was doing a Mini Adventure play there however we missed it. We met all her friends and drank some more.

Then we went our separate ways and Betty and I went to Popstarz. We were really hammered by this time and loving it. I had a great time dancing away to my favourite tunes and drinking and spinning when Leon arrived. This was not a total surprise as he had let me know by text that he was going to be there a few minutes earlier. He was a bit drunk and then basicaly ignored my for the rest of the evening.
Hilarity did not ensue and after a mental moment in the loos with Betty she took it upon herself to puch him in the face. This is a completely paraphrased version of events but I don’t care.
Needless to say, this did not go down well.
Leon left and Betty and I went into SoHo for breakfast.

At 5am I was trying to eat a full monty breakfast and Betty was devouring a 7oz blue steak, which reappered in a toilet bowl 5 minutes later. Ha ha.
Then we went home.

Saturday and I was feeling rough. Mentally and emotinaly. Betty and I went to the pub and lounged for a bit then wondered around in the summer heat.
She did some shopping and then I went home.

Apparently I have a drink problem and that is not condusive with Leon! So that is that.

Sunday and Betty and I went to the RedBull Soap Box Racing at Knebworth.
It was shit. We left and went home.

I then went round to see Bigbird who persuaded me to have some drinks with her and her friend and then stay over. This I did.
A pint of vodka later and I was feeling a bit better. I do not have a drink problem.

Today I have the mission of finding the money to pay my rent that I don’t even know how much it is. Wish me luck.

Question: How do you politely get your underware back from a past lover?

Have fun and remember…never leave your pants anywhere.
Russ.

First thing Monday morning and I woke up in my friends bed and remembered that I had to go home to pick up my new book. I finally finished Tron and have now moved on to the new Mark Billingham - The Burning Girl. I read the first page and nearly cried. It is a bit disturbing and I loved it.
When I arrived home I found four caps waiting for me from ebay. I love them and have one on now.

I have had a fun and eventful weekend that has been a rollercoaster of emotions.

Friday night. Betty and I went into SoHo and had cocktails in Lab. We thought that we weren't going to get in because we were not on the list but the lady thought we were great and let us in anyway. We drank Cosompolitans, Metropolitans, Rich Dogs and Melon Margeritas. For some strange reason we only had to pay for two fo the drinks. Bargain. I think the barman loved me.
Then we moved on to The Criteria in Islington. The Performing Poodles Actor Boyfriend was doing a Mini Adventure play there however we missed it. We met all her friends and drank some more.

Then we went our separate ways and Betty and I went to Popstarz. We were really hammered by this time and loving it. I had a great time dancing away to my favourite tunes and drinking and spinning when Leon arrived. This was not a total surprise as he had let me know by text that he was going to be there a few minutes earlier. He was a bit drunk and then basicaly ignored my for the rest of the evening.
Hilarity did not ensue and after a mental moment in the loos with Betty she took it upon herself to puch him in the face. This is a completely paraphrased version of events but I don’t care.
Needless to say, this did not go down well.
Leon left and Betty and I went into SoHo for breakfast.

At 5am I was trying to eat a full monty breakfast and Betty was devouring a 7oz blue steak, which reappered in a toilet bowl 5 minutes later. Ha ha.
Then we went home.

Saturday and I was feeling rough. Mentally and emotinaly. Betty and I went to the pub and lounged for a bit then wondered around in the summer heat.
She did some shopping and then I went home.

Apparently I have a drink problem and that is not condusive with Leon! So that is that.

Sunday and Betty and I went to the RedBull Soap Box Racing at Knebworth.
It was shit. We left and went home.

I then went round to see Bigbird who persuaded me to have some drinks with her and her friend and then stay over. This I did.
A pint of vodka later and I was feeling a bit better. I do not have a drink problem.

Today I have the mission of finding the money to pay my rent that I don’t even know how much it is. Wish me luck.

Question: How do you politely get your underware back from a past lover?

Have fun and remember…never leave your pants anywhere.
Russ.

After 12 hours sleep I feel I am ready for the weekend.

I am going to have drinkies with the Performing Poodle in Soho tonight and then on to Popstarz, hopefully.
I am so in the mood to dance all night. I need the exercise and the fun.

Yesterday, whilst I was training some people at work it finally clicked and I now understand what I am doing and why. Unfortunately after my trainig session we had a meeting and I found out that I will be leaving two weeks from today. Bummer. I have not even received my security pass yet.
I don’t mind at all but I have not even managed to save a single penny yet. Also I have not ven payed off my credit card yet. I am proper fucked. Oh well.

I am also off to the RedBull Soap Box Racing on Sunday. I think that this will be great fun. I am really excited about it. I hope I can find some people to come with me.

I also love Capatin Caveman. Why cant I watch it all the time.

It's official, I have stopped my ebay obsession. I am pleased with myself for having the will power but do feel that a part of my has been ripped out by the seams. I shall not mourn the death of this part of me because I know it will rear its head in the furure. The time and place is undetermined as yet.

I have almost finished my first visual diary of the summer and hope to do this today. I fell this is a good thing and it proves I have not been a complete waster all summer.

I am going to go now as I have a million things to do and then have to start work.

Have fun and remember.. Don’t let the man get you done. Or the woman or the tranny.
Russ.

Thursday and I am completely skint. Ooops.
I am so glad it is nearly the weekend.

I have fucked up at work already and I am bored.
Working hard is such a drudgery.

Again I did not get anything productive done last night. Ooops I did it again.
I have a million things to do and never get any of them sorted I am such a loser.

Hopefully I am going to Popstarz tomorrow night. I really want to go. I need to party hard for a change.

I am so loving my N64 at the moment. I am also loving my new rumble pack in a dirrty way. I am pure filth.

I have nothing interesting to say so I will go.

I do have to say that I have stopped using ebay completely and will not be using it again until I start selling things. I want to start this soon as I need a cash injection.

Have fun and remember…hunger makes me angry. Don't fuck with me on an empty stomach.
Russ.

We are half way through the working week and I am feeling good.

Last night I just chilled out at home and played my new N64 games. I am loving it.

I am going to stop using ebay for a while as I have gone a bit mental on it in the last couple of months. I have got so many great things and I really don’t think I will be able to find any more. The only thing I want at the moment is a stuffed Shrew on a piece of wood. It is great but it is really popular and the price is getting a bit high. I think I will let it go.

Tonight I am going to clean my room a bit, sort out some stuff for Russingham Palace and do some work on my new college project.
I am quite pleased with my progress already. I am looking into stamps and funnily enough all the things I have got from ebay have the best stamps and post marks on the. Two birds, one stone brilliant.

I watched School of Rock the other day. Not impressed at all. I normally love Jack Black but I thought he over acted and was actually a bit of a bore. It was basically Sister Act 2 without the humour. See, Nuns are funny.

Have fun and remember…don't get mad, get even more mad and then go mental.
Russ.

Monday morning and I am still tired.
I have had a great weekend and don’t want to be here now.

Friday night was Little Greens party. I had a complete blast. I went as David Lee Roth (Van Halen) in my leather look trousers and tastled suede jacket. I looked the bomb.
The function room was so hot that I very quickly took off my tshirt and just had the jacket on. I looked so rock.
A couple of hours into the party "someone" fucked one of the amps by spilling a drink on it. Then we got kicked out of the room and had to all go down into the actual pub downstairs.
By this time I had split the seat of my trousers and was flashing my gusset to everyone. I went into the garden to mingle and I was talking to two of my friends when they decided to rip my trousersdown the inside seams with their teeth. At the time I thought this was really funny and way more comfortable as I now had some air flow to my legs and I had stopped sweating like a bitch. In my head I though I looked like Christina but in reality I looked like a tit in a ripped up skirt. What a mess!
At one point I was standing on a table in front of Betty's botfriend and his hotty of a friend, straddling a bottle and lap dancing it. I was the one who was supposed to behaving and making sure no one embarrassed or humilitated Betty in front of her BF. I did not succeed. Ooops. They loved it really.
I managed to get quite pissed and be a bit of a tard but I loved it so much. After the pub closed we all went off to the after party in my friends house. By this time I was a bit more of a mess and had taken my shirt and jacket off and had put on a black Cher wig. In my head I looked like Alice Cooper but I am sure I didn't. I made my friend take photos of me and I am not sure I want to see them now.
Altogether I had a great night.

Saturday and I went to Epsom to meet up with Little Lord Fontleroy in the afternoon. We planned to stay in the new house and play nintendo and get wasted. Around 7pm we though it would be a great idea to go to buy furnature in Ikea. Now Ikea is in Croyden just down the road. However three hours later we were still not there, it had closed and we had been going the wrong way on the M25 for 10 miles. What a mini adventure.
We got back and had pizza then Disco, Sexy and Paulie arrived to see the amazing Russingham Palace. They were all so impressed and loved it so much. By this time LLF and I had managed to make my room look like a squat. But who cares? Buy the end of the night LLF, Disco and I had been playing Piolet Wings and Street Fighter for hours and hours. I passed out whilst they were still playing and woke up at 8:00am because I forgot to turn my phone off. Ooops. So then I watched This Is Spinal Tap, which I have been watching for great style tips.

After trying to find a carbootie in Epsom LLF and I went separate ways and I came back to Maidenhead. I picked up G and N and went off the the giant Taplow carbootie. I loved it and got loads of things for my N64 as well as some Paul Daniels magic tricks that I know I will never learn.

Then we went to play football with DJ B and his crew. This was such a laugh as we could not even be bother and drank and smoked our way through it. The best thing is that G, N and I won. Ha ha, stupid boys for underestimateing our Alpha Maleness.

Then I went home and passed out. Now we are here.

Have fun and remember to …get into the grove, boy you have to prove your love to me.
Russ.