Last Night, This Morning & Little Pink Pills

So after all that X-factor ‘fluster,’ ( know that i wanted Olly to win the little ‘shindig’ and if not Olly…i was still rooting for Jedward. ) I hated all the ‘it’s meant to be a singing competiton’ bulltopia, because ‘Oh my goodness! I never knew that!’ (Does sarcastic face.) I’m on the team that says you can teach anyone to sing..if they have the basic ‘know-how’….but ‘star quality’ is something you either got or NOT. And the term ‘X-Factor’ refers to that ‘ooh laa’, that ‘something,’ that ‘umph’ and not singing talent…innit! I’m so tired of ‘snooze fest’ stars. What happened to the Glamour, the spice, the excitement of what stars used to be…when they weren’t being all boring and PC ‘‘buy my album,’ fake squeaky clean image much. At least i have spunk! (All over the place.) 😉

Anyway, last night i went out. I was actually feeling really rough from my night before getting trashed and kareoking, after filming…(how professional of me) and the only way i was going to feel any better is if i called Jonny and demanded a ‘lets go out and do drinks.’ We’re both from up north and we both live in Camden, and now we’re just becoming mates again…we’re doing a lot of hanging out, and i like it because at least we have each other to rely on, if we need booze and we don’t wanna go into central. Infact, i feel like i’ve spent every single day with him over the last week and a half.

Okay, I put on a leopard print dress…went outside, FROZE TO DEATH, then ran back in and put on jogging bottoms, polka dots, pink, yellow and blue, and fur boots. (Hahahah…tragic. ) I looked like i was ‘Work out Barbie’ or out of the Cast of ‘Fame’…and he looked like what he likes to call ‘James Dean.‘ I’m usually the sexy one…but last night, he out ‘sexied’ me, got trashed on £1.50 drinks at ‘The Black Cap,’ and some other place, that we went to to stalk someones boyfriend, then made out with an average, edgey blond chick. (Eww…) He’s getting slaggier by the second. (Haha.) Or drunker?  He’s making me look all pure. If i’m out, no matter how much i pull, i will NEVER EVER EVER make out in a club, with a stranger. EVER much. Like i really in my whole entire life never have….unless the boy is my boyfriend. Or the hot Ralph Lauren underwaer model, that i accidentally made out with at a resturant in the toilets…whilst i was actually on a date. 🙂 Oops! I did end up dating him for a jolly 8 months though. I remember seeing him, us getting the ‘lust’ bug, nodding at each other, and then both excusing ourselves from our dates, going to the toilets at ‘Casa Vega‘ in LA, and making out passionately. We were a HOT couple…everyone would stop us in the street and tell us…which he liked.

Anyway, got distracted, Jonny and I  got drunk really quickly, but didn’t actually realize. We danced, laughed, got ‘hit’ on, i remember us having loads of drinkies bought for us and at one point we were outside on the roof patio picking up pint glasses, wine glasses, which contained the liquid ends of other peoples sorrow and smashing them on the floor. ..for no real reason, then running from CCTV cameras. I also remember stnding on a bench on the patio…talking to a gay couple, taking a mans top hat and perfoming ‘ONE’ from Chorus Line quite badly, during a  rather drunk moment. I was a  ‘hit’ i’m sure. I’m slowly finding out that everyone in ‘The Black cap’…have ‘pain,’ and the more attention and love you give them the more they cling onto you, and buy you drinks. 🙂

I love how if a boy hits on me, Jonny will go tell them that i only like ‘black dudes’ if they’re white, or  ‘go away’ because they’re a ‘dickhead.’ Hahaha. But if he pulls, i don’t at all mind. I’m quite big headed at times. (Who? Me?) Therefore, i’m under the misconception, that No girl can actually ‘longterm’ match up to the ‘ooh laa’ that is Chrissie Wunna. They can have him for a wee while…but he’ll always end up finding himself across a table from me with liquor in his hand, looking for a new adventure. We are two different people, but with so much in common. We’re very similiar. Both attention whores. Both want to do well in life. Both flirty. Yet the difference is our age.

End of the night….we saw that pink haired ’10 kids in care’ lesbian, but she was a disappointment. No tears this time at all…only sequins and a white bra. One part of the night, and i don’t know how, i found myself in a backsatge dressing room, with a drag queen called ‘Tanya’ …hair flicking. I wanted Jonny to go on and sing drunkone song. But my pitch was far too good, and they wanted to talk contracting him to do lots of nights of ‘sing-a-linging’ at the bar? I just left it. I didn’t know what i was on about.

Ended up in a bar, where he made out with average blond, after a lost lovely gay man, took us to heal his broken heart and find his boyfriend. We had no money left between us and actually had to beg outside the bar for £4. Fucking hell. LOL. We eventually got in. Found his lover passed out. I danced ot my wedding song…don’t ask, then we went to a chicken shop, and had two male followers,one that was adamant that i was going to be his. (I’m not an easy pull. And he wasn’t ‘YUMMY’ enough.) Infact, i’m dead good at thinking properly when drunky. When i’m sober i make idiotic choices. They left. Jonny chewed his chicken.

Got out the shop, founf a fucked up man who gave us two pink pills for free on the street, because ‘it’s good karma.’ We actually made him (give us the pills, not made him out of various fleshy material) and i’m 100% Anti Drugs. We just wanted a bit of banter. Anyway, i remember us looking at each other, each with a pink pill in our palm. Looking at them scientifically, and then after ‘yada yada yada’ i decide to throw my on a Camden Road pavement. How good a role model i am! Innit! He then like a champ…throws his onto the street…i start feeling inside his pockets ferociously, making sure he hasn’t kept it. ( I didn’t see it fly.) We were standing int he middle of the road at 3am, hunting for a pink pill.  Then with an ‘I have your best interests at heart Taylor’ yell…we both venture home. 3am.

At 11am i call him one million times, demand he wakes up immediately and make him have a fry up with me at a cafe that i always go to on Camden high street. (I’m quite bossy, he’s quite obedient.) We talk, life, love, how i need to be myself, about Christmas, family and i can’t remember what else? I was extremely hung over and he was still drunk. Great time. Great talk. Then after walking to the tube station, i ventured back off to Yorkshire. As we walked, i kinda looked around at where life had landed me. I kinda blink and find myself making memories in Hollywood, then i nlinked and found myself living in Camden. I would never believe i would have so many stories in Camden. I’m not really a Camden girl. But now i think about it. I’ve actually spent a lot of my year with Jonny, and i can look at any corner in Camden now and have a story to tell about it. Crazy! Loving it. I actually felt bad leaving him today. But he’ll be fine.

Oh and honnies, i’m currently on Northern soil babies. Woohoo!