Frupples, Footy & Martinis

Did you even know that a ‘FRUPPLE’ is the term used for when THREE PEOPLE are in some kind of sexual or romantic relationship! I didn’t either! Fact of the day alert!!!! Wait! I’ve just been told it’s actually ‘Throuple’ not FRUPPLE!! Hahahaha. I like ‘FRUPPLE’ better. I used that instead!

‘Dipper,’ who’s one of my guy friends. Well, he’s just got back from somewhere sunny and decided to tell Firmonnell, Double B and I abut some creepy two part program he likes to watch on ‘Netflix and chill.’ Lol.

Dipper: ‘AW! It’s so good! Two married people are shit together and sex has gone stale, so the husband goes off and has sex with an escort, but falls for her. The wife then finds out and needs to go see who this escort is and then falls for her ….’

Me: ‘Are you sure this isn’t just a porn. No wonder you like it so much.’

Dipper: ‘Honestly, it is the BEST thing on Netflix EVER. They’re all in this weird three way frupple…where they’re all having secret sex, but they’re married.’

I love the word ‘FRUPPLE.‘ It makes something so weird and creepy, so cushion cosy. I’d hate to be in a ‘Frupple.‘ It’d wind me up. I’m not good at making the best out of a bad bargain without just leaving and making cups of tea. Haha. Can’t even remember what ‘Dipper’ said that flipping show was called now? Let’s just go with ‘Something Porny.’ And who even knew that ‘Netflix and chill’ actually does mean ‘Netflix and chill’ and not ‘just some guy trying to invite you over under the false pretences of chilling, when he’s really going to attempt to bone you.’ 

I knew the day would go this way as it began with a series of really shit jokes. Shit jokes are only great when delivered well. When you’ve built up your crowd for just long enough and then BOOM.

We’re all sat in this room…all girls aside from three guys and one of them in a pair of leopard print ‘business’ socks and Lady Shizzle decides she’s going to tell us a really good joke she heard the evening before over drinks. One of those ‘English man, Irish man, Scottish man’ jollies. (DO NOTE, I am AWFUL when it comes to listening to the ‘English Man/Irish Man’ jokes because they just get too long winded and I zone out. So i’ve already mentally prepared myself…which was difficult, as I had definitely had a conversation about ‘wanking’ approximately 4 minutes previous.

Anyway, Lady Shizzle begins her ‘English Man/Irish Man’ joke…something about them being on death row…and having their last meal? Then she changes it half way through, because she forgot the joke…lol (YOU CAN’T DO THAT) and now they’ve been captured by Tonto and  the Indians or something? People had ale, got scalped…You get the jist. The joke was delivered in the same wishy washy fashion. Haha.

Long story short, it ends with the Scottish Man being set free by the Indians because for his last meal he wanted to ‘pieces’ of bread to cum in. I got the joke. I got the jist of what the joke was meant to be about anyway. Lol. Due to the delivery of it…there was sort of dead air and everyone looked puzzled???

‘What’s pieces?’

‘It’s bread in Scotland.’

‘What’s happened?’

HAHAHAHAHA!

Then we have ‘Fairytale Blond.’ Little Innocent won’t get a naughty joke or ANY JOKE (lol) in the world ever. (UNLESS SHE REALLY PISSED AND THEN SAYS RUDE WORDS AND STICKS *TWOS* UP AT EVERYBODY.) Like her Dad used to say that she must have been ‘raised in a cupboard’ because she was so immune to understanding a good bit of ‘joke.’

Lady Shizzle told the joke and ‘Fairytale’ just looked Professionally BLANK. Hahaha.

Fairytale: ‘I don’t get it?’

Me: ‘He’s cum!!’

Fairytale: ‘Well why would he not get scalped for that?’

Me: He’s cum in bread. It’s a joke.

Fairytale: ‘My Dad always said he thought i was raised in a cupboard. I don’t get it at all?

That’s how my day began. Yet whatever, I’m not the joke was delivered that badly now…I mean, how can I put it? A glass of prosecco thrown at you… is just as exciting as a glass of bubbly prosecco poured for you, from a luxurious great height by a hot waiter, because both moments are ‘alive.’

The moment was ALIVE. Lol. YET, GOD why do I have such thick friends. 🙂

I love being Yorkshire because you really can just turn around and say,

‘You’re thick you…’

..and it’s completely acceptable.

Anyway, i have to go get ready for work.

I’m moderately hormonal, but i’m really excited to tinker on down to the new Japanese Issho Restauarant that has just opened. The launch night was 2 days ago…However, I will be going privately and i will be blogging my time there for you.

I’m also excited for the ‘British Style Collective’ in Liverpool, is it next week or in two weeks? Who remembers? It’s over four days, But i’m only going to be doing one…as EVEN MORE EXCITING NEWS, one of my BEST BEST BEST BEST LA FRIENDS ‘THEO BREAUX‘ (he’s an actor, I named a set of my eyelashes after him) is flying out from LA to LONDON for a few days.

I’m really excited. I haven’t seen him in years. We pretty much grew up together in West Hollywood. He’s MODEL hot, black and GAY….and I can’t WAIT to shimmie on down to London to see him. He couldn’t be more excited!

Anyway, I’ve got to go and listen to ‘Double B’ ramble on about how her extensions feel like a ‘Blanket of joy’ and then listen to my guy friends go on about football. (They apparently played Seven/A/Side last night in Leeds. *Wait i might fall asleep.* And let Webbo out because he had to work. LOL)  The chick part of my circle of friends are fun….we waste hundreds of pounds on cocktails..and moderately regret it.

David: ‘Whatever, you lot are dickheads. You spend £90 bar tabs on Pornstar Martinis.’

I think we decided that all men were selfish yesterday, whilst being hormonally imbalanced?

Which reminds me…’Hustle Barbie’ is back today!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Love, Life & Hero’s

I’ve had a really great day. Yeah, gosh there were parts that felt extremely looong, (and you know I hate ‘loooong’ anything. Be it stories….queues…..I even don’t get why sausage dogs are long? They creep me out.) Yet after a *blast* of ‘sat next to each other‘ sarcastic banter with my deliciously darling chick friend Firmonnell….and I LOVE A GOOD DASH OF BANTER, my faith in life, good friends and good times was not only restored, but heightened. (We’ve planned ‘doing drinking’ when everyone does worky social things. Lol)

‘I should be due on soon?’

‘I should be too? But i’m not..’

Firmonnell is utter GREATNESS when it comes to girl banter because I can…well WE CAN …HONESTLY rip each other, everyone else and the world to absolute hysterical, glittery shreds, in the name of absolute good humour, without a single censor and you need that, otherwise everything’s all ‘fakey’ and ‘smiley’ and not very hilarious at all. You know you are good friends or lovers ( I look for that in guys when it comes to romance) when you can handle a good old banter see saw! She can say whatever she wants and I will never judge her. I can literally say WHATEVER I want…and she will be the last human on Earth to judge me. That’s what I adore about her.

Yet saying that, I’m astounding LUCKY because all of us girls, in The Wunna Land circle are so SO close…yet ALL SO entirely different…that we just get along swimmingly. There’s a lot of real love between us. We’ve laughed together, we’ve cried together, we’ve lied for each other. 🙂 And it’s having that wonderful circle of genuine support that not only keeps me grounded, as do note, that I am going through a bit of a showbizzy time right now. I have a lot of dazzling’ bits and bobs’ a going on…and I feel really lucky. Yet having the girls around me every day, makes me focus on the things that matter..and not get lost in a egotistical flare of ‘look at me’ idiocy.

I’m a REALLY confident girl. An honest girl. A sassy one, yes, but a warm one. I’m tender. I’m fun. I’m kind. I’m not a dick. 🙂 I grew up being a model, ended up on a reality show and found myself being doing life as an infamous blogger and a business woman. (How hilarious. LOL.) I’ve worked hard. Yet still…it’s crackers.

I always say that my decade in Hollywood taught me how to ‘hustle.’ How to survive. How to celebrate glamourisity, yet be tough emotionally. That’s both in work and in love.  I’m soft, but not stupid. Even if I play it. I learnt EVERYTHING the ‘Hollywood’ way, so i’m probably one of the most savvy chicks you’ll ever meet. I just do it with charm and a smile. It was a great time and in that time I again made some close close friends for life. Note, that in m circle of LA friends…we were all flipping struggling…and now…right now…we are ALL doing superbly in our fields of entertainment. Two of them have their own show. One is a movie producer. One is a movie star. The other a famous rapper. It’s crazy! We were roommates and we all used to piss ‘before they were famous’ Maroon Five off (who also said they were going to be stars 😉 ) by being drunk neighbours.

But anyway, I learnt focus and making ‘dreams come true’ there, in one of the most toughest places of all, where everyone was out for themselves….It served me well. I smashed it. I can now smell bullshit in a second. But i’d never embarrass you. I’d just nod and let you get on with.

However, I will say that I learnt values, morality and unconditional love…y’know…true respect…all that good stuff, from my family. I LEARNT ALL THE THINGS THAT MATTER. The things that give you worth as a human. I have the best parents and had the most loving upbringing….and even though i’m 100 percent Burmese, (which makes me exotic and magical and very Oriental,) there’s this good old ‘down to earth‘ simplicity to me, that you could only learn in Yorkshire. I’m grateful for that. That never left me. I don’t get lost in showbizzy nonsense.  I control it. I’m a really stable chick. Even when i’m wild. Don’t get me wrong. I am a bit of an EGOMANIAC. A sexy one. I know i’ve done well…or that i’m doing well…I’m aware of the buzz. I don’t like to be treated badly be it in work, just in places, or in love. I’m cocky. I’m playful. I’m not beige. I hate beige. YET, at the same time i’m weirdly so chilled and together.  I could out glam a the finest luxury in all the land…then just kick in my my comfies, whilst sharing a Nandos with ya.

ANYWAY …this is where my friends come in…AFTER MY TIME IN HOLLYWOOD….and during THIS TIME where life for me is changing massively…I AM REALLY LUCKY, because I don’t think that many people in my current situation can actual sit down and say, I have THE BEST CIRCLE OF CHICK FRIENDS EVER. They could say they have ‘Alright Acquaintances,’ or ‘Usey Friends‘ or not very many real friends at all. I have the opposite. They’re ace. They keep me focused when I need to be, as they remind me of how lucky I am. YET, all that keeps me grounded, so i’m not an absolute dickhead…because let’s face it…there’s hundreds of ya’ll. 🙂 I don’t suffer fools well. But i’ll tell you with such grace whilst offering you a cocktail that you’ll forgive me and courtesy. Lol. I know some really great people. Not just the girls. I have really good friends all over. I mean, I asked one of my closest friends advice today and she’s in Bermuda. I love her. I remember all that time when I was going through my divorce and I was brave facing it. She could see through the ‘royal wave’ and the forced smile…and the next morning I received something in the post from her…that to this day means SO MUCH. (Thank you EMS!! 🙂 )

‘I don’t think she’s used to people actually caring about her, who don’t have to…be it friends or guys…..70 percent of them fall for *Chrissie Wunna* ….and not just this Burmese chick from Donny, named Christina. When she finds friends or guys who adore both…she treasures them.’

By nature, I’m someone that cares about people, lives and others…a lot more than they maybe deserve…and when I say ‘deserve’ I mean these are the people that haven’t done good by me…The good thing is that i’ve grown out of that. I’m thirty six and raising my own family now. I never focus on the bad past bits. It’s unhealthy. Instead I’m excited for all the good that I have to look forward to in the future. I’m beaming.

Today, if I learnt anything I learnt how important love is to everyone. I asked every single one of my friends around me about their love lives…and they delivered their versions. Each one of them *glistened* with glee as they reminisced and told me stories of how they met their husband, boyfriend, or just boned a date. Lol.

I’m a sassy one. But i’m a hopeless romantic and let’s face it, life hasn’t served me well in the love department at all over the years. But i’ve always been hopeful. I think i’m a bloody good catch. Lol. I’m sure guys have always understood me incorrectly. They’re approach is always odd. I’m someone that believes men should be brave and chase their hearts desire and do it with their romantic foot forward. I’m a girly girl. I LOVE ROMANCE. Yet i’ve had years of just idiots, with a operate their ‘wooing’ via a ‘think they know’ version of me. It came to a time that made me believe that I would never get swept off my feet by some Knight in Shining Armour.

It doesn’t matter who or how the girl is….every chick wants a ‘Hero.’

 

 

 

 

All Hot. All Bothered…..

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I am BOILING! It is RED SEXY HOT and we can’t even handle it. We moan when it’s freezing. We moan when it’s roasting. So I guess, we as jolly little humans, like with everything that we fancy, prefer it when things are just ‘alright,’ as anything too extreme gets to us. Lol. It must! 🙂

Now, I like it hot. I’m exotic. I’ll always prefer to be warm than cold. I have the ‘Burmese’ running through my veins with a dash of the West Hollywood sun tan. I can take a whole lot of sunshine and wink at it for more.

I’m in Yorkshire. (Which is where I was born and raised until I was around 19) and even I can’t take the heat right now….I’m a glamour puss. I glow. I don’t sweat. And I KNOW something must not be quite right, as I am certainly looking for a breeze! I can’t find one anywhere. I might melt into toffee at this rate. AND I WORE A DRESS THAT SQUASHED MY BOOBS IN ALL DAY. In heat…you need free fun boobies.

Nothing has really happened if i’m honest. I have a chilled out June and a busy July. ‘Firmonnell’ was naughty. I got done for swearing. Mel committed tot he executive decision of being hormonal and ‘Fairytale’ blond got her leg out. ‘Double B’ also decided to dress like she was going to a FUNERAL in the middle of our heatwave.

‘What you never know when you might need to pop over to one? I’m dressed and ready.’ 

Other than that, I literally have nothing else to report because i’m far too hot and bothered. I’m sat on my bed NAKED, with my boobies chilling out, my hair tied up on a scruffy ‘up do,’ with every window in the entire home open and no breeze in sight. I even have someone coming to read my tarot cards in a second. She better come with Pina Coladas or ice packs.

Everything’s going well. Life is pretty good. I’m just sweaty. 🙂

I will tell you that I AM SWIRLING.  Oh, LORD I am in a mad, mad, crazy swirl. A perfect swirl of utter deliciousness. I can’t even believe how lucky I am. I feel like a little girl, but one that finally grew up and after a ton of really rubbish times where Cupid had super shit aim….he finally cut me some slack, felt bad for me and pulled his diaper together. I don’t think I will ever, in my life, be this lucky again. That’s how great I feel. And it’s okay to tell everyone that you feel that way. I mean fuck it, right now, i’m telling the world…because it shows people that you aren’t afraid to be you, that you aren’t afraid to be human and that you bloody do care! Nothing is lovelier than that. I watch so many people be terrified to say how they feel about things…and it makes me CRINGE. That is not the way to live life, i’m sure. It’s certainly not the way to BE YOU or to embrace the things that you love. Go with it! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE. No matter what.

I’m an expressive girl. I’m an open girl, but I’m a picky girl. But you’re a long time dead, so you need to enjoy everything that makes you beam, without fear. I’m all for that. And if you just keeps things simple, it’s amazing how far you can get.

I’m off now, I’m too hot and bothered to write. Plus, if i don’t wear a bra, i’m scared my boobies will go dangly. I’m definitely sure I can’t rock the ‘spaniel ear’ look.

Love you,

Chrissie

 

 

Just because i’m chilling…..

This weekend is utter BLISS! I am on ‘CHILLS! And after what has felt like such a busy time…nothing has felt more DIVINE that this entire weekend of just doing NOTHING AT ALL.

BLISS!

I shocked myself up at six o clock on Friday morning. Literally jumped upright, with my kitty sheets wrapped around me because for some reason I thought I was late for work! That moment when I suddenly realised that I had nothing on, nothing scheduled, no work, no train to catch, no meeting to get to, no quick change and drive off, no city to romance, no worries, no stress….It was the most liberating feeling I had ever had!

I felt FREEEEEEEEE! An entire uplifting whoosh of glee glistened from the tip of my usually stilettoed toes…all the way up through my system and just beamed out of me like magic.

It’s THAT feeling that we all try to capture in life. It’ll spring up upon us, in glorious little ‘flitters‘ and those little ‘flitters’ be it in work OR love, we treasure so preciously, as they don’t jiggle are way as often as we’d like. But do know that these ‘flitters’ are special (I know they are) because no matter how busy, stressed, or how much of a bad time you’ve think you’ve had…hours, days, weeks, months of it….It only takes one tiny moment of a ‘flitter’ (you’ve snagged your dream job, you’re getting the rest that you needed, you got that ‘good news’ phone call, the girl or guy that you love, has told you that they love you back) to make you utterly BEAM and it’s when we BEAM when we are at our most POWERFUL. And that is the moment when we can conquer the entire world.

I’ve chilled. I’m still chilling. I’ve done schools runs. I’ve enjoyed quiet prosecco pours.I’ve had time with the babies..Junior did his first school ‘Taster Day’…Ruby and I have laid together in fields and talked life..

‘But what do I do when i’m older mum..like for a job?’

‘You do what you love…I’ve worked really hard and i’m working really hard, so you can actually do what you LOVE.’

‘Be a sexy lady like you?’

‘No.’

‘I’ll just sell ice creams then.’

‘Okay, good call.’

Then we just carried on doing life, as we laid back on the grassy field, in the middle of nowhere, one light evening and watched the clouds morph into… well she kept saying ‘witch’ but it definitely looked like a penis.

Yesterday evening, I messaged ‘Firmonnell.’ I always message ‘Firmonnel.’ She one of my closest chick besties and we can’t stop being absolute wankers to each other, because we find our banter far too funny. I keep signing her up to Wunna Land future jobs, because she’s just too good at listening to me spew out glittery all sorts and then organizing it all. I’m good at organizing OTHER PEOPLE. But i’m shit at organizing myself. I hate the ‘little bits.’ I just like it done for me. Lol. I tell ‘Firmonnell’ all my secrets and then help her out by not coming to her rescue and telling her that ‘I’d rather die or stroke dogs for 94 hours’ than ACTUALLY help her. 🙂  (I’m not good around dogs. I don’t dislike them. I just….dislike them lol…They seem so needy and I always have to pretend I really like them when they’re near me. Lol. I’m a kitten kinda girl. So yeah, dogs and farmyard animals…are not my favourite. I like humans.)

Anyway, i’m pampering, I’ve tanned, i’ve booked a massage, I’m being mum, I’ve sent great messages, to a great guy 🙂 …..It’s weird how a great guy can just pop up out of nowhere and without you even knowing *BOOM* you’re hooked…Other than that, i’m honestly really just chilling.

I have a really exciting JULY. I’m working with some great brands, doing some wonderful things. I’ll be travelling a lot and enjoying many a cocktail with you. The blog will become alive in July… that is why this chill weekend is so important.

Some of the stuff I have coming up…I’ll be at the British Style Collective. I have a press pass to the event and I’ll be situated at the Lambrini Bubbles bar having visits from famous faces, normal happy faces, all faces…and YOU! I have access all areas and whoever I meet will end up on this blog! So come have a ‘Brini’ with me.  I’ll be telling to the shows gossip via all my social platforms.

I’m filming….I Have a really great shoot. I meet Jack Parsons again on the 4th. I am booked out on the 2nd for a Podcast interview for a show in Chicago. There is a swirl of amazing new cocktail bars, that I have been booked out to visit. I’ll be headed to every GINO’s VIP launch night, as he opens each of his own restaurants. I’m also writing a book. Well putting one together, as it’s already written.

In August I’ll be flying away for a few days. And I will also be visiting some of your favourite football clubs and meeting a few of your favoruite footy stars…where they will be forced into playing a cheeky ‘Wunna Land’ game for all of you to view online. 🙂 Do know that the games are called ‘Cougar Rollie Pollies/ Spit or Swallow & The Referee’s a Wanker.’ I’m sure they’re very excited. NOT! Lol

The diet’s going averagely well. I started out great and well now i just keep eating all sorts. Lol. Same with the rest of the girls. They ALL snapchatted me the pizza that they were having for tea. Curves are in! Fuck it. We’re hot. We’re not slaves to a diet regime. (Code for ‘We’re weak.’) But whatever, I look alright for a thirty six year old, mum of two. I’m like an ageing Pussycat Doll. What could be better than that! I should get trophies are not being an alcoholic. Wait? I’m deciding if I am one or not? (I’ve decided ‘no’ because it’s not my fault if part of my blogging JOB is to have fun at cocktail bars. It’s work. 🙂 It’s hard work. 🙂 )

I’m odd to enjoy the sunshine!

Kisses,

Chrissie xx

(Photo by Chris Stevenson)

 

 

 

 

Chrissie in the city, La Bottega & Ginos with The Girls

Morning! Morning! Hope you’ve shot into you weekend with a rummy *yippeee* and a high kick of victory to the wine Gods. I had a rough yesterday. A looooooooooooooooong work Saturday. It dragged. All of my friends and I did. We were ‘all in.’ It made us retire to our normal home lives and then DRINK GALLONS OF BOOZE until we felt normal. At that point, i cuddled the babies to sleep, talked to ‘the swirl’ (the hottest human I will ever swirl with…I love him, no one beats our banter. He makes my eyes smile….) and then after describing a written book of porn that was gifted to me by a chubby stranger, to review…I resided to my kitten bed sheets and enjoyed a good nights sleep.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

IN THAT TIME …

DRAMA OCCURED. Shit went down…and I missed it.

I don’t know what’s happened, but ‘fairytale’ is all forlorn, so that’s not good. It was her Anniversary last night. Double B was fine…I received a million morning texts from here telling me how much she loved me, whilst fueled by shots and her body weight in red wine. Mel, got in at 2am after a tinseled night on the town in heels and Firmonnell and I bantered about hot pink heels, the best lunch ever and dodgy gimp masks that should only be worn in the bedroom. We laughed so hard we cried, to the point where Hustle Barbie, strutted in looked at us like we were dickheads and left in a strop.

The diets going well. For six days straight I ate zero carbs, just salad and then I had pasta last night and more bags of Wotsits. Lol FUCKS SAKE! I’m gonna send Michelle Keegan a box of wotsits to make her slow her roll.

Y’see in Yorkshire, no one diets during the weekend. No one does. It’s against the rules. On Sunday we have a roast and we drink. That’s it. You’ll meet a Yorkshire girl and she will always tell you that she’s had a few at the weekend and that no one diets during that time. It’s the rules. Like I said. I need to find my Hollywood mentality, but it’s hard when you’re a being a country bumpkin. Lol. I swore that my 23 year old ABS were hiding under my belly fat.

So yeah, I’ve gone and had pasta. I still feel skinny though. In a wibbly kind of glamour puss way. And I don’t care. Fuck it.

Away from all that I have a busy day. A fun day, but a bus one!

I’m all dressed up, in a glammy boobie dress by Jessica Wright and shortly I will be en route to La Bottega Milanese at Bond Court in Leeds, for a morning coffee at the espresso bar with ‘Inadequate Chris.’ (He wants a collabo and well he’s the champion of Snapchat with trophies to prove it. EVERYTHING is social media right now. i mean, Googlebox is now Vlogglebox. Get it? Learn it quickly!)

Straight after my morning breakfast banter with ‘Inadequate Chris’ I will be headed straight to Gino’s (Gino’s My Restauarnt in Leeds, owned by the very sexy D’Acamapo, who I had the pleasure of meeting last month..) as the girls and I are going to celebrate life, friendship and good food, in the name of love. I have a Black card to Gino’s so we’re very lucky to enjoy such a good time. We’re all going to be arriving separately from across the city and tinker into lunch in heels. We’ll be coming ‘up/down/around…and from a meeting.’

We’re also on our last day of texting. For the last 10 days, the girls and I, including Liam in Blackpool, have had our private text messages made ‘live’ to the public for you to read, for an app by Onlookr (onlookr.co.uk) for ‘CHRISSIE IN THE CITY.’

We’ve done really well and enjoyed it and again really lucky as it’s all going be moving forward. You can follow todays actions as we live text from Gino’s.

It’s sort of like ‘Sex and the City’ but in Wunna land, with my friends and the city is Leeds. And it’s been great to let you have insight into what really happens in real time.

We’ll be texting from Gino’s Leeds today, so you can come day ‘Hi’ and be a part of the drama or just download the app and follow our chitter.

I’n really happy. Life is great. I’m in a rush, as I have trains to catch. But thank you. I love you for everything. I’m tanning and rushing. I’ve gotta go.

 

Chrissie x

 

Diets, Fairytales & A Good Old B********

Everything is wonderful. So wonderful that I feel like i might have to pinch myself to believe that all is going to be okay. I always believed it. Yet, I must not have really if i’m this shocked. Lol. I took a couple days off from blogging, not because I couldn’t be arsed or I was too busy. I was a little stressed out and really tired. Instead of coming forward with a meant nothing to me shite blog, I rested, waited until I felt full again and chilled out. I’m a positive person. I don’t like writing stressy blog, if they’re not dashed in humour, as emotions are contagious…like the lergy, you pass it on.

I don’t how to describe how I feel to you, right now. Just know it feels good. It feels balanced. It feels peaceful. For a wild one…I LOVE PEACE. I’ve always said that the next time I marry, I will choose the man that brings me peace. Keiran, my ex husband (even though we’re great friends now, because we co parent Baby Junior) brought me quite a rollercoaster of drama. There was always something. Always a fuss. Always shit over nothing. I live in a dramatic world. A very open world. A word where the world read my life as I go along.  The ways things are now…that could never happen. I wouldn’t ever have it. I want something so special that it’s just mine. It’s swirled in romance, love and friendship. It’s just mine. It makes me laugh, but it brings me peace. It’s reliable. It’s full of soul. It’s just mine. (You can tell i’m old now. Lol *Starts knitting a cardy.*)

If i had five large tins of paint in front of me….and in each tin was a thick glittery gloopy colour…one pink, one yellow, one purple, light green and blue…and if each tin represented a part of my life…y’know that had a label on it that read..

‘Love/Health/Wealth/Family/Career/’

I could pick up my magic wand right now and dip it into each gloopy tin of paint. As I lifted the wand higher and watched the thick glittery paint stretch and slop all over with life and then splash it and swirl it all around the room madly…MADLY..with laughter and spirit bubbling through my soul… the entire mess I was making …that mess would represent HAPPINESS.

I guess, that’s how heart feels now. It almost feels free. (Note/ I said ‘almost.‘ 🙂 I used to always say that if you ‘almost did something’ you never ever did it. It didn’t count. However, now I guess, if you almost do something, you’re nearly there. 🙂 )

But away from that, ‘Fairytale’ has put me on a diet. She’s on it also, as we need to look good in bikinis in 12 weeks. I think I have ten? I’ve eaten nothing but leaves. Literally just leaves. I’ve listened to her tell me how ‘on it’ we need to be…then she TRIED TO EAT A FUCKING PROSECCO BUN INFRONT OF ME.

Fairytale: ‘I might need a bite of that bun..’

Me: ‘YOU FUCKING DON’T! I’m not eating leaves all day for you to then think you’ve gonna dip your finger in BUN, fueled by Prosecco!’

Yet it’s great because yesterday I ate no shit. I’m actually properly on it. Even when you’re not looking. I might have had a wine. But fuck it. I’m a glamour puss. Vino runs through my veins. But yes, i’m gonna get there. I can feel it. I must be loving the skinny life for Summer. Hustle Barbie (who is also on this diet) has saved Michelle Keegan in a bikini, as her phone screen saver for motivation and reminding me of ‘Voice Penis Recognition’ as she diets and Double B is carrying around this GINOROMOUS GYM JUG of water everywhere she goes. Not sure if she’s drinking it? But she’s carrying it…which is a start. (That’s after she’s put on her gym clothes and jogged to the bar with me and ‘full moons’ her water jug like a blow up doll.)

‘ALWAYS HALF MOON THE WATER JUG!! HALF MOON IT!’

‘I can’t. It always feels weird on my nose if I don’t put my mouth all the way around the top.’

We left ‘Double B’ unattended for 4 minutes and  we found her with Prosecco cup cake in her hand and prosseco cream all around her mouth. (Luckily for her, It’ll just go on her booty.) Unluckily for me…i’ll lose weight, but it will come off my FUCKING BOOBS. The money makers.

*WEEPS!*

Everyone seemed to have a case of the blues on Monday, didn’t they? But we perked up a treat yesterday. I had a good evening the night before last night. It was a night that made me beam from ‘ear to ear.’ I chilled with the babies, did the normal family stuff with them…and then I message chatted to a human that I actually seem to care about…a lot. Life’s too short to at least try to love, right? Remember you have nothing to lose. But yeah, it was great. So as we were both sat home chilling, across different parts of the world…we messaged. It’s the simple things.

Shit! I forgot to tell you that ‘Fairytale’ and I got properly told off yesterday. Lol. Now, ‘Fairytale‘ is a total ‘Teachers Pet,‘ a total ‘School Monitor‘ and would DIE before she got scorned by authority. I’m used to getting bollocked. 🙂 I shrug it off with laughter and a hip bump. I might even pour myself a rum to celebrate.

Anyway. I had said a naughty word…or described a sexual act…in the name of banter…It had something to do with tiny willies and wanking and feeding these tiny willies Digestives or something? 🙂 She was having this convo with me because I had made her…Lol…she was lulled into it via association..

AND WE TOTALLY GOT BOLLOCKED. LOL

I thought she might cry. But instead we BOTH almost cried with laughter.  No rum was poured. She loved getting bollocked. Hahaha!

Bottom line…GUYS SHOULDN’T SEND VIDEOS INTO WUNNA LAND of them wanking the tiniest willy my pure kitten eyes have ever seen and expect me not to say that i’m going to feed it biscuits to my friends. Lol.

HAHAHAHAHA!

Remember that

‘CHRISSIE IN THE CITY’

is still currently ‘live’ on the

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(Download it now at onlookr.co.uk

My friends and I have opened up our private text messages for the public to read…so you can get 24/7 insight, in real time, into our world…which we call WUNNA LAND. You can even have our messages sent straight to your phone!!!

It’s never been done before…So enjoy it. We’re on Day Five and we’re now having a blast!

 

 

 

 

Do the things that make you happy! You only live once. Life an be taken away from you, just like that! Achieve your dreams, love hard, be bold, tell the people who you care about, that you care.

Do it in heels? 😉

 

 

 

 

Here Kitty Kitty & Cocktails

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I’m here you delicious treaty treats! So sorry! I’m back! It’s been busy times. Things are AMAZING, almost ‘Dream Come True’ amazing, to the point where I’m having to piss myself (with laughter, not urine…cos who does that on Thursdays) simply because everything is as turned so ‘fast lane.’ I have shoots, and brand deals and shows and all sorts happening. I can’t even believe it. And my love life isn’t even shit! I KNOW!!! When it rains, it pours and i’m certainly not complaining because even though time is taken, hours seem to flitter and i’m rushing around like a sexy headless chicken…it’s all i’ve ever dreamt of…I’m working really hard, I can’t even tell you how lucky I feel (and that is in ALL ASPECTS OF LIFE) and yeah…for the first time in EVER, I feel confident to actually openly say (and i’m a worrier by nature, it’s hidden well by Estee Lauder..)

‘This is my year…’

(There…I said…it felt good!)

Right, I’m gonna skim all that has happened as I couldn’t at all possibly manage to tell you it all in one blog and due to time that’s all I can pull out of my glitter booty right now.

I chilled all Bank Holiday. Enjoyed family time. Thrived off being ‘Mummy’ and added in a cocktail here and there. I hate it when people become Mums and then decide that all of a sudden the have to wear no makeup, buy a rain mac and shuffle around like lost souls. YOU DON’T. The best part of being Mum, is managing to squeeze out babies, or should I say produce delicious humans and after all that ‘hoo haa,’ manage to pull yourself together and find your femininity again, IT’S SEXY! Throw that fucking rain mac out.

Samantha is enjoying her new swirl. It’s certainly been a work out 😉 . But the thing I adore about her is that she’s dipped in absolute ‘ooh laa’ that is dashed around with warmth. She comes across as sassy, but at 40 something…and i’m nearly fucking there…I want to be able to enjoy ‘my swirl’ with a hair toss and wink. LOL. She’s ‘no nonsense,’ she’s loving, she’s ballsy and doesn’t like watered down cocktails. I’m really glad we’ve become so close, as I really can’t imagine not having her in my world.

Double B: ‘She’ll end up in the  Sex ER.’

Double B is still gyming it. That doesn’t seem too weird. But Double B wouldn’t do such a thing. She craves Turkey Dinosaurs and doesn’t look at a salad twice without having a panic attack. (Wait! I’m making her sound fat! She’s not! She’s 21, blond and extension glamourous with a Kardashian booty.) She’s giving me booty envy. Mine just looks like it got tired and fell down my back.

BUT WHATEVER ‘MY FRONT’ IS GOOD! HAHAHA!

We’re all on diets…and it’s going well but feels like SHIT!

In the space of a few days, ‘Double B’ has managed to decalre that she rather..

‘Suck balls all day than deal with her…’

and that someone dear to our hearts…

‘Looks like speckled meat…’

and that, is she was a…

‘..Prostitute, she’s be a speedy one..like a taxi meter…the quicker they go, the less it’s gonna cost them..’

Firmonnell is all skinny and sassy now. We all couldn’t put our finger on what had changed since her Tenerife return…but i’ve decided and  after a public vote that she’s skinny and sassy now.

Away from all that (i’m running out of time) a really old pervy man came up to me and gave me porn books to read. It’s going to be unfortunate if he ever does find out that I blog and reads this, as I’ve just called him pervy and nearly called him fat. But hey hoe! I read extracts out to the girls, against their wills…On the positive…as least the guy’s expressive and I only had to say the words …

‘Pussy’

and

‘Juices combining’

a couple of times. (Dirty bastard. Lol.) It’s not even the fact that it’s dirty. I love sex and expression. I’ll steal a few of the lines to text over to the swirl on Friday night. Lol. It’s just the fact that he’s tried to be ‘dirty’ and write a ‘dirty book’ to capitalize on the novel raunch that ‘Fifty Shades’ let out into the sassy world. SHE’S ALREADY DONE IT. Write about sex because you love sex. He doesn’t know…as I am sure he doesn’t get it. Lol. (I’m fucked…not literally…if he reads this… ever.)

Anyway, I’ll cut the crap. I’m late for everything now and  still sat in my bra, on the bed trying to type… I NEED A MORNING GIN!

Sometimes in life you just godda kick it and have some fun…so all my friends and I ‘clocked off,’ flung on our jackets…slam shut ‘the work door’ behind us and tottered across town for dinner and cocktails at Ego, In Ackworth,

Eleven of us went and it was delightful. Just a swirl of friendship, wine glasses and laughter. We snapchatted our own versions of the night, so if you missed all that, should should be following. (Chrissiewunna1)

There was a moment where I looked all the way down a long table, filled with the people that I send most of my time with…and for a whole 10 entire minutes every single face was BEAMING. Banter was being made, glasses where being lifted, jokes, life, private whitters and laughter was dancing up and down the table with joy. I watched it because it made me realize how lucky we are to actually aciddentally be so close.

A really great night. at 10pm tood outside Ego waving as ‘Fairytale’ zoomed off with ‘the boys’ in the back of her new mini, whilst shouting..

‘FAIRYTALE BLOND!’

My guy friends then decided to try and make us go out to Biggies lol. I didn’t…But instead of just being normal humans…they (Webbo, Dipper and Double D) made the executive decision to send us all nudes. …yes…of themselves, with the odd picture of chess? Lol. Bare bums everywhere. Hahaha.

I have so much on, but everything is great! I’ve been nominated for the Diversity In Media, ‘Blogger of the Year’ awards…and

‘CHRISSIE IN THE CITY’

Starts TOMORROW…FRIDAY!

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I’m gonna tell you more about it in the next blog this afternoon…I’m gonna try and write it whilst working…

But what I NEED YOU TO DO is

DOWNLOAD THIS APP..But TODAY…like now!

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‘ONLOOKR’

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It takes two seconds…So do it!

You’ll know what i’m talking about if you follow me on any of my social media channels..It’s all over Twitter, you’re all sharing it and thousands of you are ‘liking’ it.

BUT TO BE PART OF THE ACTION…

YOU NEED TO DOWNLOAD THE ABOVE APP!

My best friends and I are going to be giving you ACTUAL REAL LIFE INSIGHT INTO WUNNA LAND, AS WE TAKE ON THE CITY…

We’ve been given our own reality drama show for you to watch…but in  WAY THAT YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE!

For the first time ever…,my friends and I (and you will know them from this blog) are going to open up our private and personal messages, our entire Onlookr inboxes…24/7 in real time, as we go along….and for everyone in the world to read!! And when we text….WE FUCKING TEXT! LOL.

All in the next blog…Download the Onlookr APP to be part of it.

 

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Ps/ Photo by the beautiful Clare Pritchard www.clarepritchardphotgraphy.com

 

 

 

 

Succeeding On Purpose….

Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. You can do anything. And I don’t mean that in a cliched ‘Yeah, you can’ cheerleader kinda way, I really mean it. Put your mind to ANYTHING, work really hard to get there, keep your goal in focus, be great at what you do (which is important…don’t forget to be great at what you do, or get great at it ) and go for it.

People who are different to you, will sometimes make you think that what you’re trying to achieve is impossible. They’ll laugh at you. Put you down. Tell you that…

‘..it’s impossible.You’re stupid. You’re impossible. You’re stupid…’

But you’re not. It’s baby steps. And I guarantee that if you take the right steps and you have faith in your own ability to achieve, without taking a single bit of notice of those who have alternative dreams to you and do not believe in your cause, (we’re all different and that’s what’s great about us,) you will not ONLY GET THERE…but when you do, those same people will be telling THEIR friends a story of how they knew you, know you, met you or were with you. I cannot tell you how many times i’ve watched and witness that happen.

Dreams come true everyday. Don’t get it twisted.

The only reason why i’m writing this blog, is that sometimes I get so caught up in telling you the story of my own world, which is what I do and what I love to do…that I forget to hit *pause* and inspire you. Right now, I’m being called an ‘internet sensation’ (lofty title) and ‘internet sensations‘ have a voice, don’t they? More than I realized….

There are times when I’ll get so swirled up in a cocktail dripped glitter and a bound of naked leap frogging stories, my good times with friends and the ups and downs of my own life, that I forget to tell you that I made something out of nothing, just by being so dedicated to it and purely out of love. You can do the same! But only if you want to. If you don’t, then fuck it off and enjoy the sunshine. 🙂 But then don’t moan when other people make their dreams come true, because you prioritized inefficiently. Lol.

Back in the day…people use to say to me ALL THE TIME, when only a tiny handful of people would check into chrissiewunna.com daily and they’d ramble on about why I bothered doing it…I was called all sorts…openly. Really awful stuff actually. Lol. But I didn’t care, because at that time, years and years ago…I didn’t even know why I was disciplined enough to write it everyday? I just loved doing it. I loved telling my story. That’s all I knew…that’s why I did it. It still makes me happy.

YEARS ON…that little blog on Myspace, that I used to write on display computers at the Apple Store at The Beverly Center in LA, ended up being some ‘hit.‘ It shocked me even! But I’ve worked hard. Infact, i’ve stopped agreeing with people who say that the blog has been a success by accident. Lol. Ten years is a long time to have been dedicated to something almost everyday. Surely I get a pat on the kitty back for that! 😉

The greatest thing about telling your story, is that no one in the entire world can do it better than you. Not one other person can be better at it, than you.

I get to speak freely, live openly and enjoy my world and story. I’m never afraid of what people think about me. I’m confident girl. More girls should be confident. I want to inspire that. I’m never afraid to say what I think about things, situations, people or places. I write a positive, good humoured blog. I’m warm by nature because i’m happy.

If people read something about me that shocks them…Well, that’s been my life. What can I do about it? All you have is your story. What else do you have? There’s been bad moments. (Which makes me human.) But there’s be GREAT MOMENTS and I’m living a GREAT MOMENT NOW!

If more people believed in themselves and didn’t act upon what others thought of them….things would be better. I don’t just mean that in work and business. I mean, you also see it in love..when girls or guys change who they are, or manipulate their natural personality in dying hope that the object of their desire will like them more. IT DOESN’T WORK IN THE LONG RUN. And i’m only saying it because I’ve done that in the past. Ofcourse I have. But i’m not a kid anymore sat infront of my laptop with a ‘Dear Diary..’ tag line, widdled in natural, growing up, ‘please love me‘ insecurities. Lol.

I’m all grown up  now and I grew up fast emotionally because I had to…. so much shit happened to me, both good and bad…and let me tell you it feels GREAT!

Nothing feels better than the way I feel now, and I wish I could bottle it up and sell it to you, like zillions of people say they can, with ‘self help‘ books this and ‘aid you with life’ that.

But I can’t. No one can. Why? Well, because you kinda have to go through your own story, your own ups and own downs and champion through your own version of life, to get to a place where you can finally kick off your kitten heels and feel comfy.

Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t so something…

You’ve got it in ya….Find your thing and go for it…

🙂

Ps/ Just as i’ve been writing this, a friend has messaged me saying…

‘Wunna you’re so jammy. As if you’ve managed to finally have an entire career where you just get paid for existing and telling people about it.’

I think I deserve a prosecco!

PPS/ The above picture was one of the shots that was captured by Clare Pritchard, I blogged about my shoot with her and how amazing she was at getting you to tell a story, via your eyes, your soul, your snapshot. That day I became her ‘Fallen Angel’ and you can tooooo! She is the MOST TALENTED photographer around and I have shot with SO MANY PEOPLE all over the entire world. Who knew that the best one, was right on my doorstep!

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PPPS/ I had a wobble today, so I messaged Jack Parsons who i’m lucky to know and meeting again for business in July. He is currently listed in the TOP TEN Digital Leaders of the year! In five minutes he turned my ‘wobble’ back into confidence. It is important that you have ‘go to’ people for those of times of ‘wobble.’ Find them. They’ll help you. And not because they benefit from you, but because they actually care.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last Night I Loved The City…

It was 9pm last night, as I walked through Leeds city centre, on my own, over bits of cobbles, passed closed shop and now quiet busy streets, in the warm evening sunshine. It was still light and the air was humid, yet with a gentle breeze that swirled around couples.

To my left there were uni students in love, laid on private park lawns with wine. To my right were stylish 20 somethings hand in hand with ‘first date’ smiles on their faces, as they tinkered in heels and stubble.

Infront of me were lesbian ‘Hello Kitty’ teens who still had a long way to go in life, yet in that moment we’re so in love.

…and then there was me…

I beamed as I gleefully strutted through the calmness of Leeds city centre, on my own, like the world was my oyster. Last night I loved the city and I felt like it was mine! I properly ‘Carrie Bradshawed’ it and scanned everything around me with a wink and a smile.

Drunks boys whistled as I passed..yet politely. Posh boys ‘well heelllooooed’ me as they double took my strut. Grandma’s stop me to tell me that I was a ‘pretty lady,’ and well last night I felt liberated. There was a skip in my step. Last night, I loved Leeds and it felt like one of the Greatest cities to be in. I’m a lucky girl.

But let’s rewind right…

Four hours before that I was bundling my life manically into my handbag, trying to find my phone charger, doing wee’s with the toilet door open, because my mind was so busy that I completely forgot to shut it. (Business men watched me wee. Lol) Then with a flash and a ‘see ya’ I darted out the door, hair all a mess, glowing from the heat, rushing in heels and with a blink I was in my car *zooming* myself to a train station to get a train that left Platfrom 2 in 11 minutes.

‘SHIT!’

It was boiling, I had to get naked in the car, whilst parked up outside Xscape (lol) to change my outfit. I tottered as fast as my little kitten legs could take me over a footbridge with the sun beaming down and onto Platform 2….and just like that, BOOM, I was on that train and on my way! (No wine in my system at all…which i always find devastating, because if I ever needed a drink, it was in that moment, I need to hire someone that just rushed by my side all the time, with a cocktail in their hand and a straw ready for me to sip in emergencies.)

I’m not gonna tell you anything about my night because I think i’m gonna tell you a better story later. Yet, I will skim it with sassy clues.

I..with what seemed like the entire female population of Leeds was at Manahatta on Merrion Street last night. It was rammed. I had never seen that place so busy in my life. It was so rammed, that before i walked in, I peeked in and I almost turned around (especially because it took me ages to find the bar in the first place) and went home.

But I didn’t. in life, if you ant something, you’ve just got to push through those glamourous glass doors and go for it. So I did.

Every single one of those girls was single and they’d come from all over. BUT there was a handful of men. (The rest had gone to watch football.) In that handful of men, 4 of them were handsome.

Long story short…there was a warm sweaty magic in the air, filled with hopefuls and light, laughter and cocktails.

My lucky stars were shining on me that night….as I was pulled away from the masses to tell my little Wunna Land story to new people. I did this on a chair, on camera and wished I had better hair all the way through it. Lol. It was AMAZING. And it was really great to see so many people that I knew in the masses. I think EVERYBODY was shocked by how many people had bothered turn up.

I guess love does make the world go around?

Some people were being asked to leave, as others were being escorted through special doorways. I was on special doorway route and at one point I was stood next to the most handsome and stylish, loveliest Leeds guy ever. We kinda had to team up by accident, as everyone kept glaring at us….as we were stood on a stairway, above masses and masses of people….

Him: ‘I feel like i’m on show.’

Me: ‘Really? Lol. I feel fine…I can see what you mean though.’

‘Him: ‘I feel like we’re getting EYE FUCKED.

Me: Hahahah! Yeah…a little bit.’

Him: ‘My  work friends are even outside waiting to take the piss out of me. I’ve come straight from Bar & Grill… You’re the best girl here babe…’

We bantered and I smiled because he was such a gent and obviously great. He’s a guy who wants to get ahead in life, do well…and he deserves it. Handsome guy! Didn’t give a shit that his mates were taking the piss out of him. He was doing what was right for him. I liked that. (And his outfit! Lol) In the 20 minutes that we stood on the stairway, we got on really well.

On the whole, I guess, I didn’t really concentrate on the crowd. I didn’t notice the ‘eye fucks.’ I don’t anymore. I’m kinda used to it. I’m immune to it. Lol. But more importantly I was just concentrating on what I was doing. I chatted to the people next to me. I didn’t sweat the small stuff…and I didn’t have a fricking drink. I needed one. It was boiling,.

But yeah, three hours later, I walked through ‘special doors’ where there was just me…

An hour later…I was gleefully strutting through the peaceful evening city centre streets, with my hand bag swinging in my hand, a smile beaming from my soul and en route to catch the next train to Pontefract.

Last night I learnt that finding love matters to everyone. Be you rich, poor, tall, small, happy, sad, successful or nowhere….No matter whether you believe it matters or whether you believe it doesn’t. It matters to all humans.

I also realised that status, ‘show’ and ‘being someone’ matters to everyone also…but it’s only that little glittery handful of people who are accidentally in the right place at the right time, or the ones that really work hard to get themselves infront of the right people, or the folk who just ‘have it’ that get there.

I loved last night because you couldn’t do anything but be yourself. And if I can do anything…I can fucking do that! Lol.

Enjoy the weather!

 

 

 

Bubbling Opps & N**** Leapfrogging

I’m plate spinning. But jeeze! What can I do! I’m busy. I’m busy! But need to make sure that I’m getting somewhere and using my time on the things that matter. I’m enjoying it all. Yet getting bored of the mundane. I’m seeing the positive of everything, as it’s in my nature to, yet getting back in touch with my old friend…’Gut Instinct.

Things are going great! I’ve had bad news which i’ve counteracted with good news and the way I got good news was simply back dusting my little cheeky self off and hip hoppling straight back on that pony with a cocktail in my hand and an eye of determination.

I’m getting my stress rash…on my FACE! I’m getting that because i’ve not been as expressive as I need to me. I’m not voicing my opinion enough…which keeps things internal and well my body takes it out on me by giving me a face rash! SEXY TIMES!

All my friends keep popping up in my dreams…NAKED. Fairytale Blond was in it yesterday…with no clothes on, BUT she was leap frogging Double B, who was also naked and straddling???? And it wasn’t even a naughty dream. It was like Naked Leapfrog in Wunna Land was normal???

THEN last night I dreamt that one of my random guy friends, who’s certainly emotionally closed off, was walking around Wunna land, with a boner and hitting on me seductively??? I’m so confused.

Does this mean i’m horny? Or does this mean I’m nuts? You decide.

I spent the night with Ruby last night and we watched videos in bed together, as I have a busy day today and a busy evening of work, where i’ll have to dash out to Leeds.

I think with all that has gone on in Manchester, for a second it’s shocked us all, before it’s hit us. So, i didn’t want people to think that I didn’t care, about everything that was going on and that I was just blogging about my glittery, wonderful *dying of hard work* life..like everything was all about me and nothing else mattered.

I wouldn’t make a political comment of any sort. But I will make a ‘human’ comment and that is that I cannot even imagine what the families of those who have lost the lives of their children or loved ones must be going through…and being a Mum myself ….every piece of love from my soul goes out to you. Where I am in the world, we’re pretty much next door to Manchester…so it makes it scary and simply because it can happen anywhere and it’s something that we can’t control.

However, I believe my job on this planet isn’t to report the news of terror, but instead to look around me, see what’s going on and lift the spirits of those who need it…It’s what i’m good at and in my mind a strength.

Hustle Barbie went to see Spooky Sue last night and well, she told her that she was going to have a big change in her world, her love life, her home life, move abroad, have two children and that the clue was when she saw a Policeman. I’m excited!

All my chick friends, have now (no wait, Firmonnell hasn’t) seen Spooky Sue (our localish psychic) and I was going to go, yet after Double B told me it was shit, I didn’t. Fairytale,, Mel and Hustle Barbie, said it seemed great! So I should book in…when I have the time.

I’ve had some great readings and some dismal ones. So dismal, I could’ve been the psychic and they could’ve needed some life coaching. Lol. I used to have a ‘party boy’ guy friend in LA who used to pretend he was a psychic to pull girls on a night out outside The Abbey. Hilarious! He boned them every time.

When I did The Clothes Show, I actually got whisked behind a curtain by a little Essex talking, white haired lady, who plonked me down my a crystal ball and told me a few things about my past…WHICH NO ONE WOULD EVER KNOW…(all the worst things, that she could see had happened to me) and then she told me about my future. At the time, what she said I just shrugged off. It was in December. But recently….what she said has exactly come true. I’ve met the person that she described. So there is magic in the air after all. But hey, we’ll give ‘Our Sue’ a go and see what she says about Wunna Land.

I like to just *pop up* on future tellers, as lots on Facebook and all over the land try to shimmie into my inbox, yet I always feel that they can simply read a few blogs, get a the low down and then tell me what I want to hear. The great thing about the Crystal Ball woman was that she told me something that NO ONE but my mum, then another thing that not even my MOTHER 🙂 knows about…well she looked in the ball, saw it and just said…

‘Y’know when……happened!

At that point she had me. I was hooked. She was sexy! I adore sexiness in anything….work, men, love, life….it just gives it that sprinkle of ‘ooh laa.’

Anyway, I’m looking for time off…I’m needing it. I’m needing to just be away from normal vibes and simply write, write write, bog, blog, blog, just for me…online and without looking at my insights. I started the blog because I loved writing a diary and I never want to lose that feeling. I never will. I’m great at staying in tune with that. But I do need a moment. I’m getting stressy. Lol.

I have new pictures, taken by the talented Clare Pritchard of clareprtichardphotography.co,uk coming out to you over the Bank Holiday weekend. I’m excited for you to see them! I think they are AMAZING! I can’t wait to go back in and shoot with her again. But yes, they come out this Bank Holiday.

I also start my new project in the first week of June…I can’t tell you anything about it…but it’s fun and I hope it all goes well. Lol. I have lots bubbling..and now only six minutes to get ready and get dressed for a day of work.

I have a really long day today, but i’ll smash it. xx