I’m tinkering to the DIM Awards this evening. If you don’t know what that it, it is the Diversity In Media Awards. I’m up for ‘Blogger of The Year’ and I can’t even tell you how honoured I am to even be invited to attend, let alone be up for an award. I mean who’d thought that this little ‘Life Diary’ would shimmie it’s way into the limelight with winks. It’s always feels great to be recognised for good work in any field, yet to think that I’ve made some kind of impact on British Media this year simply by having the balls (the glitter balls) to stand up for what I think is right, have a voice and write out my personal life publicly for anyone who fancies dancing in cyberland to read…is wonderful. Life is an important thing. We take it for granted. What we stand for is an important thing. People are often too scared to express. This blog has gone back 10 entire years, so more than anything, I’m really happy that in 2017, it has actually inspired. (Is it noon yet? Can I have a Prosecco?)
It’s such an honour. A great honour. And well this evening is about CELEBRATING all those in the media industry who have broken the stereotypical mould of what society may have labelled as ‘right’ and whilst taking their own bull by the horns, told the world, in their own special way, that things were about to change to the better…and that they…well WE, were about to change them. And yes it’s all bouji, red carpet and lovely, but what it represents is MIGHTY.
So, as the labels go…whether you be black, white, tall , small, rich, poor, too pretty, too ugly, female, male, not the right weight, not the right personality, too young, too old, or you do not have the correct sexual preferences….I could go on….it’s disgraceful. And this isn’t just about the media industry, i’ve worked within it for years and i’ve felt the brunt that can jiggle along with it. This is about people and life. And what I do best is represent LIFE.
Tonight everyone in that room, in some way, has made an impact and motivated a change in how society views things and people….Tonight is about celebrating PEOPLE, humans, all humans…and letting them know that no matter what, you CAN have a voice and make your dreams come true, without judgement or fear.
I’m gonna have fun. Champagne drizzles glamour pussy FUN.
But let’s get real a second….I’ve worked all week, i had to find a last minute dress because my previous dress decided to rip itself. (Must be the pizza.) My kitten ‘Rocco’ ate my phone charger and if you know me, I NEED CHARGE, so i’ve just had to dash out to buy two new ones. Ruby and Junior are adoring school and have made me the cutest good luck charms. Junior is concerned because he ‘can’t see boobies’ when i wear my dress. I’ve assured him it’s a good thing. Ruby doesn’t understand that six year old can’t attend.
I’ve managed to book hotels, sort out the dress fitting and ofcourse with a back up dress on hold. (I always take a back up, because once before an awards thing in LA, a girl accidentally knocked into me and we together managed to spill red wine all the way down my dress, an hour before I was to make some dodgy grand entrance. J ) It was hilarious. I was calm and she was panicked. Infact, i was quite happy to just strut on in with a giant red wine drizzle on me. I mean, fuck it….worse things have happened! Lol. To me that’s nothing, infact it’s almost glamourous. I would’ve styled it out, simply by telling the truth. (‘Sorry, we were being alcoholics and spilt shit down me.)
I’ve managed to gain a stress rash. I get this weird flipping RASH whenever I feel under pressure or stressed. It’s delicious. I mean, i’ll definitely look like some Queen of all blogging with my sexy RASH. It’s all over my neck. And yeah…with all this going on…I’m fine. I mean, two days ago my chick friends and I drew faces on boiled egg snacks and put weaves on them to pass the time. We’re adults. I’m cool with that!
Anyway, I’m looking forward to having some ‘Out of Yorkshire’ fun tonight and meeting some wonderful new people. I do fun well…so do we warned. 😉 Huge honour.
Right, i’m off to London… Can you believe that my own little Oriental mum didn’t vote for me because she couldn’t figure out to work her phone. Hahaha! Typical. (Love you anyway.)
See you daaaaaan saaaaaaaaaaf….