Hello.

Well, its nearly a year since I last wrote on this thing but what the hell. Im back and Im going to start a new blog for my new life. Its not mauch of a life yet but it will be soon. Watch this space for redirection to the new me.

Well again I have left this thing for far too long and not kept my promise of updating frequently enough.
I am back again just to say that I still caqnt get a job or money and I am loving it.

I am going to be the Nichole Richie of Epsom by September and people will just give me things for free. This is a plan i feel I can pull of to the nth degree. Its going to be great.

Have fun and remember... my life got cold cause I got thin.

Love
RUss.

Tuesday morning and I am back in Epsom.

The weekend was a riot. Friday night came and went in a massive alcoholic blurr.
Performing Poodle's play was just brilliant and I loved it tons. I felt so proud and warm it was great. My favourite moment was when she repremanded one of the actors after the show in the bar by saying "Im sure I wrote more words that that and I remember a lot more stage direction!" Brilliant, dive status awarded. You go girl.
Then off to see Banan dj. I dont actually remember this at all but I hear it was good.
On the was back to Big S' house I was sick in three different fromt gardens ion her road. Ha ha, rock and roll.

Then after a few hours sleep awoken by an alarm I fell out of bed completely rotten and threw on some clothes and trundled off to Live Aids. On the way to the station we popped into Tesco for a couple of bottles of vodka for the jurney and we were set. Now most of the day is again a massive blur but I do remeber not wanting to cue all the way along Park Lane so we took a side road and went looking for a toilet. We found however, the American Embassy School Fete. Amazing. Posh nosh and Pimms. Americans everywhere. I was wrecked. I loved it. Then we eventually got to a toilet in a pub and after a drink we realised that the gig had started and we wear still there so off we went again.

I have to say that this entire day was amazing and I was never not having the best time ever at any point. But what a load of arseholes won tickets. Miserable. Reebok classic wearing loosers. No one I saw was smiling or anything. It just shows you that if the general public dont get some booze then there is no hope of any fun.

Pub quize on Sunday night and we came third. That is actually quite good for us and we had one of our highest scores ever. The compertition was just a bit too competitive if you ask me. There was a scary tie break moment when I though everything was going to kick off but it didn't.

Monday I went home to sort out finances and today I am meant to be getting a job. Well, as yet I haven't but I will get this done tomorrow I promise.

Have fun and remember...booze makes you a fun person.

Love
Russ.

Well its finally Friady at last.
And I have been paid at last after a small cufuffle I have the cash.
Hopefully tonight will be a ton of fun.
I am going out in amazing Small Town and have checked to see if all the old crew willbe around and most of them will. Brilliant. Also it is Alabama's last night before she is off to sunny Ibitza for the rest of her life. What a blast. So the pressure is really on to have a great night.

I am tired and stressed out but I want to have fun more than anything in the world.

Tomorrow is live AIDS and I hope that will be fun. I think I am going to be persuaded to go super early and have to queue for most of the day. Do you think that I will be able to get a hip flask past gate security?
Fun inthe sun hopefully and not singing in the rain. It is quite a nice feeling to be part of something that should be a milestone in pop history. Not enough to be a warm fuzzy but still a litte lifting of the spirit.

I have been compiling my top 100 things ever and am having quite a lot of trouble with it. I have far too many and dont know which ones to cull. Does warm rain get replaced with fondu or how about sleeping in swapped with clunky old computer keyboards? Decisions are the worst. I will work on this over the weekend and hopefully upload the list on Monday for your views.

My neon yellow hair is still there and but I have grown to really appreciate it. It actually doers suite me and although it is brigh, loud and attracts an excessive amount of attention then so do I really. It suits my personality well.
I still think I might try and tame it a bit. If only I can get hold of some Gray Chic thing could be better.

I dont have anything else to say at the mo so I shall sign off.

Have fun and remember...the pen is mightier than the sword and makes an inky mess when you are stabbed with it.

Love
Russ.

I am a super commuter.

Last night after I had finished work I popped around to say “hi” to the olds as my Gran and Aunt are staying at the moment. Brief chatting ensued and then I left.
I drove back to Epsom and then the super domesticity began.
I made a lasagne from scratch. However I did not make the pasta sheets but I did do everything else. I was very proud of myself and it was actually really pleasant.
Nigella I am not but then who want to be a smug posh bitch who drones on about sexy food? Not me. Then I cleaned the kitchen and finally to reward myself I drank a bottle of red wine all to myself. I really could get used to this 9-5 commuter domestic lifestyle. Drunk by 10 and passed out by midnight just to get up at 6 and start all over again. Brilliant.

Kelly Osborne says “Don’t touch me while I’m sleeping babe” but today I would take anything I could get. I am so horny it’s not even funny. Not even 10AM and I am a total hornbag already. What am I going to do with myself for the next seven hours?

One thing I shall not be doing is looking at ebay. Although this is a fountain of brilliant items to purchase I just cant do it. I know I will find something I want to buy and it will be super cheap and then I will be on that slippery slope to bankruptcy again.
Even writing this is making me want to have a quick browse but I just cant do it to myself.

At this second in time I have absolutely nothing to do at all so I have been watching a David Hasselhoff power point presentation. 75 of the best pictures of the Hoff. Does it get any better than this? I love him so much. I think I might even base my summer look on him. Good 80’s/ Bad 80’s? That’s the question.

Shit I am so bored. Oh I have just remembered something to do. Great a secret mission all of my own. Wish me luck.

Have fun and remember…if it look like an apple, smells like an apple, don’t eat it anyway its an apple and they are super gross.

Love
Russ.

Kath and baby Kim 

That's unusual! 

Well it's 11am Wednesday morning...
the middle of the week is here and I have no money, no cigies and nothing to do.

How did this happen again? I though getting a job would be the end to all my problems but so far that has not been the case.
I get paid soon so that will be a great thing.

I have load of things I want to talk about but cant be bothered to type that much so I shall just list them all and you can guess what I would say about the.

Subjects I have an opinion on today.

The death of the jumper (case study: 80's tv presenters)
Where are all the good celebrities?
My lack of motiviation
Cleaning
The Death of the tie(Jeremy Paxman you are wrong)
Jesus and Dust
Festival hair
How many lies would you tell to get a job?

Well that all of them at the moment.
I am in the process of writting my 100 favourite things and when it is done I shall post.

The one thing I do want to talk about is the most amazing tele show ever.
Kath & Kim
Set in an Australian suberb Kath Day-Knight and her daughter Kim Nee Day have the ups and downs of any family... That is if your overbearing mother constantly comments on your weight and tries to persuade you to get back with your astranged husband.
Their everyday life is shared with Sharon, an indoor cricket obsessed ginger with a non-existant lovelife. Together they have many a mini adventure. Like the night they go out for Kath's Hen night and Kath wakes up on someones lawn after having her drink spiked and dancing with trannies all night. Or when Sharon stalks Kims husban to find out if he is having an affair only to mistake Kim for his new dog Kujo. Hillarious, these amazing storylines teamed with confused slang make this a brilliant watch.

CHeck it out.

Well have fun and remember...never say never.

Love
Russ.