Many years back...

I contracted this strange camp side to my speech and writing… which no doubt comes from exposure to the queen of camp… mr. mccann… but it’s stayed with me ever since… It almost always seeps out at work… I address new clients as ‘sweetie’ or ‘sweets’ or something along that line… This does lead on occasion to a bit of embarrassment… today was one of those days… a new contact that I’ve been dealing with who works at my biggest account just sent me confirmation that he raised a PO for a project that I’m managing… I responded to this email by saying ‘Thanks for the quick response sweets!’ to my horror two seconds later a message popped into my inbox from the same guy that said ‘it’s my pleasure sweetheart’ I wanted to die of embarrassment… The camp thing is a blag and it’s so embarrassing when you realise you’ve used it on someone you really don’t know!!! My face was bright red for at least ten minutes after I read it…

I’ve got fabulous eyebrows thanks to the queen of eyebrow shaping! Lord knows they were in need!!!!

Saw a ridiculously bland but massive flat in slone square last night… I swear there is quite a massive divide between the mentality of people who live in the east side of London compared to the west… the estate agent was a laugh… telling me about how he really doesn’t’ have to work but his daddy didn’t like him sitting home doing nothing…. So that’s why his daddy lined him up the estate agent job… On the side he owns a production company and a clothing line *yawn* tee hee… In the taxi back to the east the cab driver insisted on clarifying the destination as he was almost shocked that one would want to travel from Slone Square to Liverpool street. How funny!

Off for a laugh tonight with Joel and Alex and their ladies tonight… why is it that I’m always the gooseberry? Ah well! GE club is fun and I’ve not been since the madness of the beach party in the summer…

Bon weekened!

oh yes...

how good does this look? Tasha sent me this link to a trailer of the second series of the L word. Looks v dramatic!!!

For some reason...

My seestor seems to have re-named herself Kate… perhaps a re-birth of sorts… says the woman who insists in spelling her name with two rr’s online.

Her visit was most excellent and fun… although we joked that she is the grim reaper when it comes to my relationships… seems that everytime she comes to visit, I end up ending the relationship I’m in at the time… too funny… didn’t happen this time but who knows what the new few days will bring.

We shopped and sipped cocktails and had a really fun time. The hardest part is when she leaves… rings home how much I miss her and the rest of my family… then re-confirms the confusion that I feel sometimes as I’ve been away for so long my ‘home’ seems like a foreign place… and my current ‘home’ feels more like an inbetween stop… don’t know where I really should be… perhaps I really do have a nomadic soul and need to move on a regular basis.

One of our adventures we had this weekend happened Sunday at the vibe bar, it involved the very juvenile game of taking pictures of our cleavage (including boys at the table) and then sending the best one which was obviously jojo (she does have an F cup after all) via Bluetooth to unsuspecting patrons of the bar… … oh how we laughed… no one managed to engage and send a picture back… maybe that’s a good thing?

I’ve had my holiday approved and now am going to be off for the week of the 29th. Dear lord how I need a break… then when I get back only 2 weeks of work left and then I’m off home and not back at work until the 4th of Jan. Now I’ve just got to figure out what I can do during that time… perhaps best to do nothing and just lay low… who knows…