New Dates, Mates & Old Flames…

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LA Bestie: ‘How the hell are you still alone’

Me: ‘Haha. Wow! Cheers. Stop saying ALONE at me. I’m fine. FFs.’

LA Bestie: ‘I actually meant ALIVE. Lol. I really did.’

Me: ‘Oh? That…I definitely don’t know! Just lucky aren’t I. 😉 I need a fresh orange juice..’

LA Bestie: ‘What?? Honestly. What has happened to you?? Dead to me. Orange juice?’ 

Me: ‘IN MY MALIBU, you idiot. I don’t order juice.’

How’ve you all been? I’ve had to take a few days off blogging, because work, auditions. socializing, surprises, shocks and single mum life sped into a WHOLE different lane and I was pretty much slow jogging in stillettos behind. If i didn’t hit *pause* I would’ve lost the plot!

I like to keep on top of things. I’m not one to lag behind with ease… 

I hate not managing things appropriately. It stresses me out.

So yeah, right now, my life’s not easy.  I’m happy. But it ain’t easy. It’s a really hard juggle, to be honest. But THANK GOD, i’m back to ‘tipper tappering’ at my laptop, because I swear, it’s my saving grace. (Well, once I get my ‘swing’ back, anyhow. At first it’s shit and definitely feels like it needs rum cocktails pouring all over it.)

RUM TING PLEASE…

I’m just gonna jump the gun and tell you that I got this voice note, the other day, that followed a message. Remember I told you that a few weeks ago, a guy, a lovely older gentleman, had tinkered into my DM’s.

I’ve hardly ever been on a date with anyone older than me…I don’t know why? Maybe because my surroundings are always young. The last older guy, that I actually went on a date with…was Matt Dillon..whilst I was in LA. 

Crackers innit!

(Wait, I’ve lied. both ‘London Business Man’ and ‘Eton Mess’ were older than me. Yet, only by a couple years…They kinda seem boyish in comparison to the ‘voice note’ guy Yet, they’re both happily in relationships now…& I’m happy for them, as they certainly weren’t right for me. I can be treated better than that.) 

ANYWAY….The Gentleman..

He initially messaged me with a picture and then a couple voice notes…and I liked it, because hearing someones voice makes a difference. (Not my awful voice though.) But it’s true…A voice or a video helps a connection… doesn’t it?

I felt that he was SO polite and gentle, yet sweet and fun. He was really respectful. He wasn’t smutty. He led with his romantic foot forward. And I am ever so used to hearing smut, or the game of charm.

I mean, remember that also a couple weeks ago, a German footballer, slid into my insta DM’s…and was pretty much the opposite. He started with the usual ‘you’re beautiful’ stuff…then led it straight to the land of Smut.

I get that…it’s fine…However…

..at that point, I just ignored him…cos whatever…I’m too old for that shit.

Anyway, the other guy, who I always label a ‘gentleman.’ (I say label, because I haven’t actually spoken to him much and I’ve certainly never met him.) Back to the point..He sent me a message at the weekend…Was it Friday? AGAIN, followed by a voice note.

I like a surprise voice note..or video.

It helps me connect faster…(I’ve said that already, haven’t I?) 

Weeks ago, and I did blog this, he had asked if I’d like to go on a ‘friendly dinner,‘ with him, to ‘say hi, properly.’ He doesn’t live in the country, yet obviously he ventures to the UK quite a lot with work. His occupation…Pundit. He’s a retired footballer.

I should balls and a nets for my yard of milkshake, as it seems they’re the only guys that want to play Wunna Land, right now? They find me..

So, I get this message, at the weekend, saying that he’ll be over here on 18th…for work and it would be lovely to meet me.

Wow! Impressed!

I get asked out quite a lot…(that isn’t meant to sound conceited…it’s just the truth and we love a bit of truth in Wunna Land.) I always say ‘no.’ Or just ignore the message. I mean, I must be a sucker for eternal loneliness, because I definitely would love to find my Mr.Right, yet I ignore everyone who DM’s me. Lol.

It’s because i’m a happy singleton.

I’m never miserable about single life. I enjoy life. I still enjoy love. I’m just one of those chicks, who is sure my Knight will saunter up out of nowhere…one day, when he’s had his tea and ready. 

Fate will force him to…

Anyway, I haven’t ignored this ‘gentleman.‘ I need to give him a nickname, don’t I? That’ll come. Yet, bottom line…I’ve agreed to go meet him for ‘friendly dinnering,’ simply because he was so utterly and sincerely sweet to me via voice note. He treated me really normally, yet like a lady. He sounded nurturing and I love nurturing ‘I’ll keep you safe ‘ kinda men.

So, we’ll see what happens…I’m open to it..

I feel like i’ve had this really fun Summer of debauchery and irresponsible, sunshiny behaviour. We’ll all remember Summer ’18. It was fun. Yet, I kinda miss focusing on what i’m doing. Glamorously, of course.  I love what I do and I love what I have…and I’m really lucky, to have the mini opportunities, come my way…Hopefully, one day, the mini ones, will turn into BIG ones.

If i’m being honest…

I kinda started to feel stifled, over the last couple weeks and I’ve been on the search for excitement and adventure. A new chapter, with more balance. You’re a product of your environment..I was becoming one…and not being a chick to enjoy the ‘same old ting,’ I got my balance sorted.

I found me a new chapter..

(…and it took nothing but determination.. Something I am oozed in.)

I’ve been with my family. (My strength.)  I’ve been with the kids. (My world.) I’ve worked hard, (my passion)… auditioned lots (my challenge)..and still managed to cocktail my way to happiness, whilst being over eyelashes, boobied and fully lipped. (Just who I am.)

Let’s *clink* wine glasses to that!

Summer 2018, was really important to me, because I learnt a lot about myself…and I was actually a little broken hearted, through it. Hence why I celebrated, enjoyed and drank a lot. Well, I say broken hearted…but I began with a solid stance. Then emotionally ventured to ‘all over the place,’ which led me to naughty fun (because of course I’m that way inclined..) and was left with my eyes open...WIDE open…my ears a listening (they could hear everything once more)…and as I screwed my head back on, bundled up my heart strings, back into my hands, ready for the next round of blissful, romantic tugging…I realized that my mind, my gut…my body…my everything…just kept lulling back to, reflecting back to…and utterly missing….(back to…lol)…..

..The Swirl.

(Who I renamed ‘T Bone.’)

So, I know that i’m not gonna to go through life, without encountering ‘T Bone’ again…I mean, I might do? But I doubt it, because we get on so well…

My gut just tells me…

Yet the timing of it all…. ‘our ting,’ has always been off. Life has never cut me some slack with that old timing shindig. But I’m willing to see and willing to wait on it.

Right now, he’s no where near me, he recently moved to another country for work…and he’s pretty focused on that and doing his version of life out there.

So, now that i’ve done my Summer of ‘heartache’ (lol…a heartache, that I didn’t realize was happening…) I’m pretty ready to explore…and let my little kitty eyes, take a peeky and who else, of DECENT POTENTIAL…that i’m attracted to… is a knocking?

Right?

September 18th…’Friendly dinner,’ here I come…

Ps? I keep getting a Flashback of Ms.Derry, being sat on the  ‘door wide open’ loo, with her leopard print shorts down by her ankles, as she wee’d, told me she fractured her hand, because she fell, whilst flamenco dancing down the pavement. She was in those shorts, that night too.

Then she wiped up, jumped up, pulled this make up stamper thing, out of her hand bag and stamped my hand with a tiny, black love heart.

It was beautiful. Made me smile.

Be beautiful always…

Life, Sass and Naughty D’acampo…

I’m plate spinning and doing it sassy! Lots going on and yeah it can feel shit when you’re exhausted, but i’m lucky…and i’m happy because dolls…I got this ‘thang’ down now. One day…plate spinning won’t be as difficult 🙂 and when that day comes, I’m gonna kick off my sassy red heels, delicately pour myself a glamourous Aqua Riva Tequila (the purest tequila in the land..so pure that Coco Rocos actually TOLD ME whilst perched at a bar… and she created it, that it is the only tequila in the world that will not give you a hangover, because of it’s purity.The word ‘pure’ gives me a rash because it reminds me of virgins and GOD…yet, luckily when you shove Tequila on the end of it, it sort of becomes sexy. THANK FUCK.)

But yeah…I’m kicking off kitten heels and drinking pure TEQUILA and all that shit whilst I hold up my ‘Success Trophy’ and Google a Wunna Headline that reads that i’m worth ZILLIONS. 🙂

Anyway, I’ve been working hard…so hard that I passed out without realizing last night, in my full face, cuddling Baby Junior, as he clutched a boob after a burger. I need a Wunna office…a pink one with chandeliers…therefore I won’t have to dart across lands continuously…be a mother, a starlet, a worker and a champion all at once. I can sexily beckon people into my world and slide them a Prosecco as we talk creatively. I’ve noticed that i’m SUPER GREAT at creatively coming up with ways to market brands for other people…yet when it comes to me…I need someone to take that FABULOUS shit over.

I have THE BEST chick friends and the reason why I do is because the other day…well i knew already…but the other day I realized how ‘there for each other’ we are. We literally tell each other everything, EVERY DAY…300 days of the year…and let’s say, there was a moment the other day, where I asked for help because I needed them more than ever..and just like the Sassy Army of glamourousity that they are…and we’re all so open with each other…you should be jealous of my chick army…with a snap of their fingers,  a natter and a wink…it was sorted….I’d tell you what it was…but i’d get into trouble… so there. 🙂 I LOVE YOU GIRLS! They’re on my journey to ‘stardom’ with me, as weirdly it’s kinda only happened since they’ve come into my life…so they’ve watched everything develop, unfold and occur….right before their very eyes…and even though we all have very different lives and priorities…these girls have become my best friends.

YOU NEED AN ARMY LIKE THAT! One day, I’ll rope them all into working for me….We’ll wear heels and drink cocktails, Mel will scowl at people and Rachel with organise things in her headset.

(Our last conversation was about the cup size of our bra’s. Poor Webbo ..the guy in the office…had to sit through it and what Fairytale do a ‘I’m going to Monte Carlo‘ fashion show. She also said that she was going to have a sex toy party in her house and Mel switched it to a ‘candle party’ because she has too many toys. Lol)

‘Wow, this is role reversals…Fairytale is strutting about in red heels in her new house and wants a sex toy party and saucy Mel wants to buy candles…’

(The world must obviously be ending…grab yourself a life boat…it’s some kind of weird freaky life switch…. AND THERE’S NO GIN… Maybe i’ll switch with some goody shoed, quiet………..EWWWWWWWWW DULL….I can’t even type it.)

BUT WHAT THE FUCK! I HUNG OUT WITH GINO D’ACAMPO!

 

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Right, incase you all didn’t know, I am a huge fan of the Gino DAcampo restuarant chain. I wine and dine and chill there a lot. I went to the one in Leeds when it first opened, I loved it SO much that I wrote a blog about it…that blog was read by EVERYONE…to the point where it got sent around the staff the Head offices…you get the picture…everyone everywhere…(and I found it really funny, as it was sweary, cheeky and fun. It was authentic…it was very ME.) Long story short, I now have a Black Card for the chain and I’m a giant glamourous cheerleader for the brand… Simples. 😉

Tuesday….at Sheffield City Hall, I went to be part of Gino’s Live Show. I KNOW!!! As if!! I actally got lost on the way there and his perfect gentleman named Paul, who runs a record label, in his banana coloured shoes found me looking bewilidered and with a ..

‘Are you lost?’

Said,

‘I’m going passed that way, I’ll walk you there…’

Awww! How sweet! In that moment I was in love with Paul and his banana shoes. Kindness is sexy. He walked me all the way to the entrance…

‘I don’t know where the Stage Door is, but that’s the main entrance…What’s you blog?’

‘Chrissiewunna.com…Thank you so much. You’re my hero.’

And off he tinkered to do his own version of life! WHAT A LOVELY GUY! I need to bump into him again.

Anyway…I got to Gino…after winding through football hooligans and lines of people waiting outside City Hall to get a peek of the Italian Stallion. I was at and doing GINO LIVE.

If you didn’t know he’s currently on tour…and well…what a better way to promote a restaurant right, 😉 as he opens one shortly in every single place that hes touring! I love it! 😉

BUT WHAT A NIGHT! IT WAS SURREAL. The night was so great that I haven’t even absorbed it all in order to deliver it to you effectively! So without telling you everything…I’ll tell you bits. The rest will probably come out in other blogs, as I remember, as it is almost as if it wasn’t even real. As if i did Gino Live!

THAT GUY IS A STAR and I find him really inspirational. (The ‘Big Dude’ up above keeps plonking really inspirational people in my path right now..I have no clue why, but they’re circling me. Lol)

Anyway, I’m dead lucky, so before all the show started at 8pm I was with him all ‘behind the scenes’ backstage. We were on a stage and as I stepped forward to greet him with a…

‘It’s so lovely to meet you…’

He paused, looked at me with a warm serenity…and with smile and with gentle yet very direct eye contact, which means he’s pretty confident, shook my hand like he had known me for 100 years, there was sort of a ‘Daddy Vibe’ to him./a family Italiam warmth…and with a cuddle and pose for pictures  he said..

‘No…it’s really great to meet YOU…’

So, the show itself was wild and fun, tongue in cheek, filled to the brim with happy faces, there was madness, life, rudeness, comedy, laughter, love and an entire theatre packed to the brim with an energy that you couldn’t even buy. It was filled with SOUL. The place was wild yet so intimate.He created a bubble, an intimacy, that drew you into him like you were his best friend and not a fan, sat in a theatre. I watched everyone’s face, as I scanned the room. He even let any member of audience ask him any question throughout the whole show.

He’s a cheeky, naughty, sassy, sexy, tell it how it is, sweary, fun loving Italian show man. WHAT COULD BE BETTER. But he’s so down to earth and warm, get’s away with murder…I mean fuck, he fake snogged a granny, told one guy he was shit because he was ginger and would never get laid, said he’d eaten a ‘lot of fish’ in his time’ and laughed about it all the way…He pretend kissed girls because he ‘could,’ smashed open pasta on people’s bottoms, drank wine called ‘CUNTO’ and sang songs about how how much he loved his Mother. Lol.

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It was the most witty and entertaining time ever…Yet with all this…I told you there was a warmth, an appreciation for the people that showed up to watch his show, he was GENUINELY grateful, he told me…and with soul in his heart and a twinkle in his eyes…he gushed about how much he loved his wife…

‘I’ve been married to her for fifteen years now…She’s amazing. I couldn’t be with another woman, because no other woman would marry someone like me. She’s the most patient and loving woman in the world…We understand my role and she understands her role in our relationship…and that’s why it works…I love her.. If I was her i would ditched me 20 years ago.’

Swoon! I want a dude to say that about ME! Even if they don’t mean it. Say it, to me NOW! Say it! Say it!

Anyway, I’m in a rush because i’ve got to head to work…and i’m sat in my bra and no pants writing this on my bed…and i have Ruby to get sorted for school…

You should be inspired by Gino because he’s a guy that hasn’t had it easy, yet fucked that with a ‘Yeeehaa’ and made something of himself. He’s worth millions now, after being a 21 year old waiter who went around breaking into people’s houses. It changed his life…because he pulled himself together DID IT the right way! I love that! Everyone needs a story.

But he’s some Gino Trivia, that I found out before the show…

His real middle name is actually ‘SHEFFIELD.’ His favourite number is 71. His favourite place in the world is Sardinia. The most famous person he has ever met is Luciano Pavarotti.. If he wasn’t a chef, he’d be a Dentist. The thought of being an accountant bores him…He doesn’t support any football team…he supports his wife and kids…He doesn’t love the French. He’s outspoken. He’s lovable.

He is someone that looks as though he has a lot more to achieve. He ambitious…he’s going for it…and even though he’s already on top of his game…he’s got so much more that he wants to trophy! He is the most authentic personal brand that I have ever met. No one is like this guy and he keeps it real…He’s got his niche DOWN, yet certainly knows what he’s doing. But he’ll go for it and that is what LIFE IS ABOUT. What makes him a great personal brand because he has LIVED. (Like Moi.) You can’t fuck with the bastards that have lived, as we can do personal branding like superstars. 🙂 We’re smeared in raw love, openess, charm and swinery.

Shit, i’ve got to dash…Tell you more about it later.

If you haven’t seen the show…You MUST! There’s still some tour dates left!

If you have a Gino’s near you…GET YOURSELF A PROSECCO THERE. It’s my favourite place in Leeds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fun, Sasserillas & That Thing Called Life

‘There’s so much SASS in this office today! I’ve honestly gone out to buy a new car and a bunch of new suits simply because it’s all girls and all such a Fashion Show,’

…said the Newest ‘D’ to the little Burmese Glamour Puss, as ‘Firmonnell’ nibbled a warmed chicken fajita and we looked over the town from our glass windowed tower. (I had a pasty. It was really glamourous…honest!)

And tooooooooooooooooo right, Baby Boo! There’s no slumming it, without SASS allowed! Be armed with wit, charm and the best shoe game in town. Then with a *wink,* laugh off the drama and swirl it round with magIco!

‘What does Hasta Manana mean?’

‘Bananas.’

‘You should know Chrissie. Didn’t you have a Mexican Husband once?

‘I didn’t listen though did I! Why have you got a Rubix Cube?’

‘I can do it..’

‘As if! I totally fancy Justin Bieber simply because he can do a Rubix Cube.’

‘Ugh! You should fancy Will Smith. He can do a Rubix Cube.’

‘I do. I fancy them ALL!’

Now, that would be a jolly threesome to consider and I CANNOT THINK of ANYTHING WORSE at my age than the thought of a THREESOME. I’m more of a get married and enjoy a love swirl kinda girl, than I am a ‘messy threesome’ type. Now i’m 30 something. They gross me out. I just couldn’t be bothered, could you? I’d prefer to just hand out the refreshments or something? They’re never very ‘Arabian Nights’ are they? And more just in someones 2 bed apartment, by a washing machine and sofa.

Romance is alive.

Anyway, that wasn’t the point to my blog today.

Today I wanted to expressed how IMPORTANT IT IS TO JUST FUCKING HAVE FUN!

Jesus.

We all work so hard. Work all hours. Chase dreams madly. Stress out about the bullshit that life chucks at us and sometimes you’ve just got to stop the *running/chasing/dashing/stressing* and kick it with four wines, good times, great friends, love and family. Sometimes we just need to forgot about the ‘busy,’ the ‘money being made‘ the drama, the decimal points, the percentages, the targets and do life…LIVE, love with our heart on our sleeves and get lost in a swirl of magic.

I work too hard. Well I think I do? I’ll hit brick walls and climb over them with giggles and that in itself is a great talent.  So I’ll pat myself on the back for that, as I’m going through a really busy time.

Yet, I can work TOO HARD sometimes that I forget to enjoy having fun! AND WHAT COULD BE MORE DULL. What could be more unattractive, right?

Yes, i’ve got goals. Yes, I’m ambitious and driven. Yes, I KNOW that i’ll get there. But the one thing GREAT thing about me, is that I know how to have a good time.  I’m free! I know how to let loose, have fun and ENJOY LIFE. I have a great grasp of what life means to me and what I stand for…

Infact, the one thing that made this blog popular (aside from the telly stint where I tinkered with Paris Hilton and tried to be her best friend for ITV2) was the fact that openly had a blast I did and still do MY life, MY way and without being censored. And that’s real. That’s the good stuff. That’s the first bite of ‘MMmmm’ when you’re scoffing a great meal.

We’re in Spring. We’re headed for Summer…and it’s about time we geared our pretty selves up for a good flipping life!

Have that extra 2 drinks. Dance infront of your mirror naked. Buy that expensive new whip. Laugh out loud. Dip yourself in Luxury. Save for that Mulberry bag. Party the night away. Text that girl or guy you fancy. Chill with friends. Cuddle with your babies. Fall in love. Get ya hair did. Take that trip! Enjoy risks. Love new chapters. Trump out loud. Kiss a few frogs! Lay in if you want to! BE DELICIOUS! Just love whatever it is, that you see as ‘good times.’

We spend too much time stressing about bollocks and dream chasing and all that *panic button* jazz! We obsess over it, don’t we? When really, we forget that’magic’ that glistens from us having those ‘good times’ that gets us where we need to be.

I AM the single most ambitious girl you will ever know. I work hard. Yet, what i’m realizing is that sometimes, you’ve done everything you can in a moment…and once you’ve batted that glitter ball, across your flashy giant ball park, you just have to chill and let someone see it, catch it and realize that you’re wonderful.

So, yes! Make your mark on this world…But oh my GOD, have a blast whilst you do it! It’s that *glow* that makes you sexy!

Right now, I’m no so bothered about an audience, a follow, a ‘like’ a whatever it is? I’m having a great time with my chick friends, all the work that I have a bubbling and my time with my babies…and i’m loving it. I’m not worried about ‘an audience’ as it always always finds me…I feel really confident. I’m set for good things and if i’m not…I’ll live. 🙂 I’m gearing up for fun….and I intend to EMBRACE every single waking minute of it!


 

 

Busy Times, Balance, Good News & Stress

Busy day, so busy that it sort of border lined on the edge of stressy. I stayed positive through it all because let’s face it, I don’t have it bad and nor do I ever partake in letting stress get the better of my kitten self. However, on the whole, I just believe that things should be dealt with positively, as stressy manners are ungraceful. It can turn ‘pretties’ into animals with a quick dash. When it comes to love or life, taking educated baby steps seems to always work and keep you out of trouble. So, to those of you who are fumbling through mayhem, be it physical, mental, emotional or financial…work smart and not hard, that is the key to all success. Yet makes sure that everything you are giving is of value…then of course have a rummy cocktail and share the positive glow with others. I mean, fuck it form a joyous conga line and you know how much I hate conga lines. They always seem so awkward at the end, when the fun is drizzling out and people don’t know if the ‘conga’ part of the line is still going or has come to an ‘everyones gone to the bar instead’ end? Plus when your eyes follow down the line, you will notice that everyone isn’t really having fun. They’re sort of just ‘going through the motions’ and pretending that good times are occurring. Honestly, watch one closely, it’s only the one at the front of the line that is actually have an ‘arms up and everything’ blast.

A lot has happened today, people suffered from ‘Blue Monday,’ other’s bought rose gold candle holders, some thought that chicken and bacon toasties lessened in calories if they were microwaved and my other chick friend, who is of an extreme girly nature, was FORCED TO DRIVE a giant yellow ROOFING VAN to work, after reading a note that said,

‘I’ve gone to work without you, but left you the van.’ 

All i heard as she burst through the door was..

‘Chrissie! It’s digusting! I’m driving a giant yellow van and it’s filled with bits of food, cigarette buds and all kinds of crap. I’M HAVING TO DRIVE THAT AROUND.’

I pissed myself laughing simply because it’s not every day you get to make like you’re a glammy roofing service.

‘Hey, I wear heels and can fix roofs and shit.’

However, I will tell you that I am a GERMAPHOBE! I would’ve literally DIED if I had to drive in a ‘bits of food everywhere’ van. I’d have to close my eyes and not touch anything, which would be rather awkward when trying to operate a moving vehicle. The van and I would have to contemplate one another’s existence and it’s a simple fact, we just wouldn’t get along.

‘Drive me!’

‘You’re mucky!’

Okay, away from that, I am mentally busy as well as physically busy. I’m going through ‘ups and downs’ that i’m choosing to worry about. Yippee! Lol. I need to chillax a bit instead of stressing my glamourous self out. I’m hoping for the best and expecting nothing. But yes, I need to worry less about the things that I can’t control. Once you’ve batted that glitter ball out of the ball park, you’ve just got to let it fly until someone jumps and *catches* it.

HOWEVER, along with the stress, i’ve blessed with a balance of really great news. I’ve received some wonderful emails today, that have again ‘shimmied me up rung’ that little bit higher. And to be fair, there was more great news, than ‘blue’ news…so on the whole, I’ve done pretty well. I always think it’s important to notice your personal ‘achievements’ (and it’s hard when you’re highly ambitious) because your goals are so far stretched. But if you can’t *pat* YOURSELF on the back once in a while, then your soul is never satisfied and to me… that’s highly unattractive. Be ambitious, but smell the roses.

I have a few things coming up this week. I’m setting up for a Chrissie Wunna ‘Cocktail Tour.’ There’s more about that later and you’ll hear about it, because i’ll force it upon you. 🙂 but basically there are now so many places that are inviting me over to ‘tinker’ that I might as well go on tour. But i’m not stupid, at least it’s a tour where I can get …pissed. 🙂 The good thing about this tour,  is that you will have the opportunity to join me…as days out with moi, are going to be up for grabs.

I have a few interviews with magazines that ‘wave the flag’ for the things that I love and represent. I’m getting booked up and i’m getting booked up fast and for some reason i’m not able to keep up with my social media? It’s hard, as when you’re busy, finding time to constantly post ain’t easy. You’re my audience and my current success has been frisbeed from both the ‘social’ world and all things Cyberland. I owe you everything. I never take ti for granted. So yes, I need to post more socially.

On Wednesday I’m headed to a Celebrity Makeup Masterclass and I’m going to be finding time to hang out with the lovely Lisa Appleton and Liam Halewood, who I did Blackpool with last week, as we comitted time to Mexican cocktail

Lisa’s just got back from Spain, after holidaying with my other buddy Mark Byron. (I’ve just seen the pictures of it all in the Daily Mail today and it just makes me giggle. Lord knows what those two got up to, on Spanish soil as they are literally the funnest people that I have ever encountered. If they see a ‘good time,’ they will go forth and embrace it.)

But yes, I have a lot to tell you however I can’t do it now.

Life has changed fast.

I love you…I’ll chat tomorrow.

(I’ve just recieved a whatsapp message…?’ )

London Business Man: ‘You’ve forgotten about me.’

 

 

 

My Birthday Shimmie To Manchester

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Woke up on December 20th at 6.08am, completely naked, on top of the sheets, half my face on and my GIANT, glammy hair piece still ON MY HEAD in full glory, like it was some kinda of BIRTHDAY crown. I was in Room 825 (really nice room) of the Macdonald Manchester Hotel and Spa. I had just turned THIRTY SIX the day before and I chose to do it with good friends Big Brother Star Lisa Appleton and Celebrity Blogger, Ryan Mira, in Manchester. I had a train to catch, that would get me back to Leeds, well Pontefract at 6.57am. I had work at 8.45am and had to get there on time. I did it! But Lord knows how???  Infact, i will ALWAYS MAKE WORK, no matter how! My tummy felt like i hadn’t eaten in ages, so i did a mini (and somewhat glamourous puke) on the hotel bed (so sorry)…and then just like that, got up, got ready, got to Piccadilly train station and got on my flipping train….COMPLETELY ON TIME! In my mind, if you’re gonna *juggle* things, than you better *juggle* them well, without letting anyone down and most importantly … yourself. I smashed it! *Wiggle…Wink.*

But let’s rewind to the day before…

I had spent the entire day with my babies Ruby and Junior, doing lunch with my family…My Mum, Dad &Brother at Ego, In Ackworth. We had so much fun, that time flew and before you know it, I was rushing home to pack a bag, in a panic and getting dashed off and dropped at Barnsely train station (as it was the only station to get me to Manchester on time) in literally moments.

Boom! On a train. The 17.00 to Manchester, a bit flustered, excited for my birthday evening, ready to check into the hotel and then rush into a taxi, to go meet Lisa and Ryan at Menagerie for my birthday.

Once I hit Manchester, I had about 20 minutes to get ready and be at the joint. (I was there early. 😉  The trainee hotel ‘check in’ girl laughed as I dashed past her with a ‘She’s just checked in, in jeans and a jumper and in about a minute, she’s ready and shooting out the door dressed like Pussycat Doll.’

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I’ll fast forward, so i don’t bore you.

But i got to Menagerie, Lisa and Ryan arrived 10 minutes after me. I had called them to see how far they were, then..

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…as photographers basically took our picture, as we tottered into the new place. It was quiet because it was Monday. But it was my birthday and all three of us are of a drunky, fun, nature, so we didn’t even care! Within seconds we had the most delicious Pornstar Martini’s in our hands and we’re chatting away about, life, career, love, what we hoped and where we hoped, in the most glamourous location every. We even had a Kardashian conversation, which led to Ryan teaching me what a dirty ‘Jimmy Choo’ was. Lol.

‘I’m gonna call it that ALL the time now!’ Lol.

‘But she did Chrissie. She *Jimmy Chooed* him ans leaked it everywhere!’

Menagerie is utterly creative, decadent, modern, with an almost sexy twist of burlesque. It’s very current. But there’s lots going on…like champagne poured from chandeliers, dancers dangling and spinning in hoops above your table, cocktails that you share in giant swans for £100 or single drinks with fake £20 notes, burning from them. It’s very clever. Everything is presented well. Everything’s very bouji and unique. Everything in that place is ‘rich,’…and it costs.

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Anyway, we a needed air, we needed a moment. We’d laughed, gossiped, they gave me a bath bomb (that i’ve lost!! I think i left it in a bar on Canal Street??) Ryan’s shot outside already and Lisa and I are stood at the entrance Menagerie.

Couldn’t open the door for shit! It was LOCKED. Like it really was. We couldn’t move it, we were stuck and we’re sort of just looking around, trapped in this little entrance way, puzzled and laughing. Then Lisa decides to ‘hit’ a button on the side, next to the door. Y’know how some places have a ‘Press to Exit’ button, to make the door slowly ease open.

SHE HITS THE FUCKING FIRE ALARM. Hahahaha!

It’s my birthday, we’re still trapped in the entrance way, an alarm is now going off, we’re pissing ourselves laughing, the manager on duty looked all fed up with us, so we stopped laughing, so he didn’t get more annoyed. He began opening up a large doorway box and pressing all the buttons in all the land, to stop the alarm…and then this host girl walks up to the door… and just opens it. Lol. SO we weren’t even stuck. 🙂 Oops!

We were glad to get outside though, especially after Pornstar Martini’s  and were determined to enjoy my birthday night, as we swung around trees, piggy backed each other, kissed giant Polar Bears, seductively chatted up bollards and measured boobie sizes. Ryan got really into it also…As Lisa and I literally danced around a car park, HE found a ‘Santa Stop Here’ sign, started pretend hitting Lisa with it, but then dashed behind her and unzipped the back of her PVC skirt…. (In that moment, out of nowhere *Pap/Pap/Pap/Pap/*)

Anyway, we decide to go back inside for food and more cocktails. Ryan’s now flirting with an Australian Waiter, with a Doctor Boyfriend, we’re telling everyone to come out with us and following them on Twitter (you always do that when you’re pissed don’t you. Lol.) I hadn’t eaten all evening, so i was feeling MERRY, looking great, sprinkled in ‘SEXY’ and then Lisa and I started talking about love, our lives, how we’re both single, good friends and then our careers. (I always say that I have it easy, as my life is an open book, you just have to Google it, open up a blog and read on…What you read is what I am…It’s my life…and you get a good grasp of who I am from it. There’s less guessing.)

And you know, away from what people THINK they may know of Lisa, if you were to know her and meet her in the flesh, she’s literally beautiful, the funniest, most genuine, down to earth, chick you’ll ever meet. But she’s ambitious and hard working. Yes, she’s an entertainer…as am I. Yet she’s been through her fair share of hard times…and you know what, after speaking to her so closely sat down with cocktails, in the middle of mood lighting and Menagerie…She deserves her moment. We gossiped about everything frankly. All the secrets in all the land.  She wants to do well…and is.

Then I had to tell her off with an..

‘EWW NO! YOU CAN’T FANCY HAIRY MEN! I HATE THAT! IT’S GROSS!’ (This was after the waiter was referred to as ‘Pretty.’)

Now, i don’t mind a GQ gent. A pretty one. Or one that has his own creative take on style. I love it. My favourite type of guy, is a guy with a great mind, intelligent, funny, fun, thoughtful, sexy and ambitious. I don’t focus on looks a much as people may think. I love eye candy, don’t get me wrong, but i’m mostly mentally and emotionally stimulated. But ofcourse, I love to feel attracted to a guy. YET Lisa loves a ‘mans, mans.’ A big rugged, muscle bound hero. Hairy even!!! Lol. I DON’T LIKE HAIRY. And i know you can’t help it. But i can’t help being a tool also, so there. 🙂

So we’re pissing ourselves laughing with Ryan, as we’re sat in a GIANT GLAMOUROUS BIRDCAGE, that has feathers entwined in it and pretend birds flying out of it, opposite a wall that has a giant electronic ‘Selfie Magic Mirror’ and a pink neon sign that says something like ‘Trade your wings in for mine.’ We’re eating olives and sipping ‘Pornstars’ and Lisa and I are actually having a conversation about porn and how it’s ruined some peoples sex lives.

Now i’m vocal in the bedroom, i’m a senusual person and well i’m not screamy, but a ‘show man’ Lol. However, Lisa says we (as in girls) get the best orgasms when we’re quiet and stay really still… and she’s right. I mean porn has made boys and men think that girls ‘get off’ by doing slutty ‘ooh’ faces at them and voicing champion ‘screeches.’ Lol. We don’t. 🙂

Wait, I’m getting distracted. 😉

We’re in Menagerie, the mood lighting is all pink, purple and dark, with bright white furniture in our booth and we’re now pissed and celebrating my birthday.

Ryan’s now thinking about Canal street, after flirting with the hot waiter. Lisa’s determined to get on with my birthday celebrations and i’m ‘Pornstar Martini’ delighted. Don’t get me wrong, things were beautiful in Menagerie, but when you’re sat in one place for ages, and you’re ‘firecrackers’ like the three of us are…it can kinda make a place feel ‘flat.’ So i simply turned my little kitten head to them, whilst sat in a bloody feathered birdcage (lol) and said,

‘Let’s fuck it off and go to canal street.’  (I am the Queen)

There was glint in our eye, laughter and we left.

As we left…and we’re NOW DRUNKIES.

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Yet, we’re loving it now, playing up to it, picking each other up, posing, pouting, swearing, dancing. We didn’t even care! We were on birthday mode, doing Manchester, boobies under the stars and GOING FOR IT! If i’m turning thirty six, i’m lucky to be well, alive and still be able to love life!

It was like we almost *blinked* and BOOM, we were on the cobbles of Canal street…and this is when the fun happened!

Straight away, dancing under lights, posing and selfie taking with red sequinned, drag queens,bumping into other Big Brother stars, letting a Drag queen, dressed in a Sexy Santa Suit, be a DIVA  at us because she didn’t have time for our shit. Lol.

We’ve gone for it now and ended up at some bar called Churchills, because they offered us free wine (lol) and before you know it, they’re calling us on stage to sing karaoke and I feel like i sort of just blinked with my boobies and i’m stood on a stage with Lisa, as Ryan is filming it, with a microphone in my hand, SINGING ‘Wannabe’ by the fucking Spice girls, for an audience. LOL.

Honestly, we were shite. But oh my God, we gave it some welly. They loved us. Everyone was videoing and camera phoning the moment. We even got called ‘Iconic.’ HAHAHAHA. But let me tell you, being a Spice Girl is EXHAUSTING. How the HELL Mel B got through that rap section sober, I don’t know? (I was totally Mel B. 🙂 )

We get off the stage. We’re wanting wine, everyone else is wanting selfies. We’re loving it though, as we now have birthday fever. Girls and guys kept calling me ‘beautiful’ and ‘a Queen’ and when you’re dead old, you kinda adore it, don’t you. 🙂 Hahaha! It makes you feel good.

Then a group of straight boys come in. It’s now quite late and Ryan and Lisa have to head home to get the last train. I DECIDE TO STAY OUT. So, i’m now on my own, with the masses, in this bar on Canal Street, guzzling buckets of wine, with a ton of people now asking for selfies and the ‘straight ‘ boys head straight over and begin to DANCE OFF, HIT ON ME, in order to win my ‘only girl straight girl in the bar’ affection. It got so crazy that the manager had to keep pulling me out the way, or pulling them off me.

I then started having a conversation with a girl, as one guy is trying to flirt with me, by sexy dancing to Nelly and lifting up his top …and out of nowhere this other guy, darted in and started butting the ‘Nelly Dancing Guy’ out of the way to make HIS move. He was literally standing right infront of my face and giving me the ‘come ons.’ The manager (who was in a cowboy hat Lol…pulled me away again.)

I’m pissed by now, so i’m just tottering around smiling and selfie taking with those who adore Wunna land! (I followed you on Twitter Mickey Daniels! 🙂 )

Then it all just went mental!

The straight boys are now really drunk and now forcing themselves into Wunna land. A girl starts chatting to me and tells one of the boys, who’s asking me out that..

‘We’re together. She’s with me.’ 

He dances off somewhere and she turns around and says,

‘You’re too good for him.’ 

He dances his way back and then JESUS CHRIST, OUT OF NOWHERE, some other straight guy, that wasn’t even playing ‘Love Wunna,’ comes up behind him and fricking HITS HIM IN THE FACE and SMASHES A FUCKING BOTTLE OVER HIS HEAD.

Screaming happens, everything’s gone mental. He’s dragged him outside to beat him up. The girl that was ‘saving’ me from men, turns around and smashes my wine bottle on the BAR SIDE to go out and join the fight.

I’m out the way at this point, as i’ve been pushed to one side and sheltered.

THE POLICE CAME and Churchills (the bar) gets shut down for the rest of the evening,

What the absolute fuck!! WHAT JUST HAPPENED???

The cowboy dressed manager, (who was also once on Big Brother) walks up to me, makes sure i’m alright and says,

‘God! Lol! What a storm. We shouldn’t have let them in really, but we did. We’ve had to close now, as the police are here and let me tell you, THAT HAS NEVER HAPPENED, IN THE HISTORY OF ME WORKING HERE.’

Then she walked me out, to another bar. Just so i’d get there safely. Lol. Yet after a drink, I left and got in a taxi. It was just too strange and a guy in a Pokeman shirt was dancing around me. He as with his Ozzie best friend, who kept telling me that she had a boyfriend, but wouldn’t say no to trying out a relationship with a girl.  Lol. They were actually lovely. So i really shouldn’t make fun of them. But i was tired now and i’d stopped having fun now, so i lied and said i needed the loo…and left them.

Got to my hotel…wiped half my face off, stripped off totally starkers, put my phone on charge, set it for five o clock in the morning, (It was 3 o clock in the morning,) and CRASHED in what felt like the comfiest bed known to mankind, in Room 825 at the Macdonald Manchester Hotel.

Missed my alarm. Shocked myself up, after feeling sick at 6.08am. 

That’s how i sailed into Tuesday. I fell asleep on my train and again just at the right time, *shocked* myself up, at the exact right station, just as people were getting off at Leeds. Missed my connection though, so I ended up in a taxi to the office.

Made it to work, bang on time, in Pontefract. Had no clue what time it was really? But ran up to the office door, with all my stay over bags, over my shoulders. I swung open the door a jar and ‘The Mighty’ looked me right in the eyes, smirked (like she had ‘been there’ herself) and in a stern, commanding, yet friendly manner, she simply says…

‘GO TO GREGGS NOW AND GET YOURSELF A COFFEE…..’

 

Lisa Appleton flashes her bum as the zip breaks on her skin tight PVC skirt

 

 

 

 

 

Inflatable Willies, Twittiness & Gift Buying

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I don’t even know what’s happening to me but i’m evolving into the most awesome human ever, that I don’t think I can even handle it. *Waaahoo!* Haha!  I feel like ‘Captain Jack Sparrow.’ I came to this executive decision this after i dedicated part of my life to picking out potential ‘Secret Santa’ gifts! Now, I don’t even know if i’m having  ‘Secret Santa’ at work, which quite possibly means that i’m a lunatic. Yet, i’m going to go with ‘just giving.’

Anyway, Holy Shit! I’m amazing. I’ve picked out the best potential ‘Secret Santa’ gifts ever and i know i’ve done well because I feel extremely SORRY for anyone who has the unfortunate unlucky streak of having me pull their name out of a tub. I’ve gone with…

  

…and because i love how LONELY the man in the penis suit looks, like he has no friends and life is always awkward and well…the emoji ‘middle finger’ cushion…is just a luxury that every respectable human on the planet needs to have. I’d love to spoon it on lonely Wednesdays.

Now, away from the comedy gifts. I’m a generous chick. I love to buy gifts for others and always do. It makes me smile and if i actually know you well, i’m usually an alright gift giver.  If i don’t, i’ll still get you something ‘general/glammy/or thoughtful’..If i date you, it will usually be something that you’ve yearned for or something super expensive…You’ll only know that if your life path has smashed, danced, lived or casually winked into mine. But yeah, someone’s definitely going to get the ‘lonely’ penis suit. I love it.

Everyone seems to have gone shopping today. I’ve heard of ‘blazers’ being bought, ‘New Canada Goose Jackets’ being purchased and i received my THIGH HIGH ‘off orange’ rust boots from Just Fab today after i ate eggs. I love a it of ‘buying for Winter’ so i’m so impressed with peoples fashion choices.

I need to get myself to the new Victoria Leeds, and to the Bubble Tea store for ‘checking it outs.’ I’ve actually got a bunch of outings that i need to accomplish, a whole lot of events and along with normal favourite stuff like all the Christmas markets and ice skating in city centres under the night stars with friends.

Everything’s all exciting. I’m watching the Xfactor, whilst being sat next to a pumpkin, with a fire engine being run up and down my back. I don’t know why everyone didn’t like ‘Five After Midnight.’ I thought the were all upbeat, fun and ace. Lol. I like the light hearted entertainmenty stuff. The ballards are all very well sung, but they aren’t half dull. I zone out and mainly because i’m not a singer. I can appreciate a decent ‘vocalist.’ But i’m Jesus…I’m Jesus? I mean JESUS! I love stuff that’s upbeat, sassy or alive. Something that’s fun or so hilarious that I die.

That’s just made me remember that when picking a life partner, I need to make sure that they are funny, or have the same sense of fun (I hate dull boys,) or humour as I…otherwise they’ll just think i’m a twit. (And i’m gonna try and get away with disguising my tittiness…tittiness? HAHAHA. I meant ‘TWITTINESS,’ and i guess now…with TITS. Lol.

Have a great night!

Leeds Lifestyle Awards: Part Deux

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So, the Awards began and straight away ‘Bam’ everything turned glitzy, live and ‘behind the scenes’ serious, we could see all that was going on within the main room, yet also watch what the viewers could see on the Made in Leeds LIVE broadcast!

I was sat next to The ‘House of Solo’ Magazine creator, another blogger ‘Kellie Dawson’ who had green hair and had brought a friend named ‘Lucy.’ Refreshing, funny and gobby. I loved her. And she fancied the ‘Barber’ guys who were nominated for an award…We stalked to see which table they were sat at for her…and luckily enough they were sat at the The Maven & La Bottega Milanese owner’s table…which made peeking easy. I also had Ruth Whiteley, who was on The Apprentice at my table, with her stunning blond bestie and they have a top secret, skin care product coming out shortly, that i can’t wait to try out.

Announcements we’re being made, drinks were going down a treat, giggles, selfies, presenting and winners were being spotlighted! It was a super *buzzy* feeling, as everything got really cheery and applaudy and celebs handed out awards to the best business owners that our city of Leeds had to offer. Achievement makes you feel good and it’s also highly contagious.

The awesome thing about award ceremonies is that you can ‘swan’ about. So on TV it always looks as though everyone is sat politely nodding and gracefully wine sipping, yet really everyone is ‘in and out’ downing cocktails, having a laugh, chatting to others, smoozing with eye candy, getting to know the people around them and as the crew and production team, in this case the Made in Leeds folk, are rushing around with clipboards, cameras and schedules making sure that all the right people are in all the right places, that filming is going correctly and that the show is nothing short of amazing..and they were good at it! They made me feel really welcome.

After the first award (and a bunch of selfie taking and texting…I messaged ‘Eton Mess’ and was asked about him loads) i dashed outside for a bit of ‘rec carpet’ air. Bumped into the owners of The Mustard Pot, who were hoping to win ‘Best Pub’ and chatted with a guy, who is a new presenter for Made in Leeds. I forgot to ask him his name, but he was quite Russell Brand esque, and had what he referred to as a ‘matching mermaid’ shirt on.

‘What’s that you’ve got? A Vaper?’

‘Yeah, I’m not smoking?’

‘Are you drinking?’

‘No, i’m doing that Sober October thing…nice and boring, then i’m going home to my wife. But hey we have matching mermaid outfits. You want some?’ *Pushes vape towards me*

(By now, i was already pissing myself because his voice was ace and he was unconventional and witty.)

‘What flavour is it?’

‘Punch..’

‘That is SO camp, hahaha, i love it!’

‘CAMP! I’TS PUNCH. What? Just because i didn’t say Carlsberg Flavour…and anyway what is it that you do again…?’

Great guy. I wish i knew his name? We rushed back inside to go back on air for the next award, from the chandlier draped, red carpet, under the Leeds night stars, to the main room where we were immediately plunged back into a dark, magical and exciting, buzz of affairs.

News presenter Mark Levine was on stage with my good friend ex pro sportsman Alex Simmons and i started downing wine, as adventure had got the better of me, i love a good old knees up of me and…we love it when that happens! I’m fun loving my nature, so i’m literally the BEST human to have at any event. 🙂 In LA i’d get invited to EVERYTHING, simply so the next morning they could hear my take of the whole ‘doo daa.’ People kept giving me wine, running over to take selfies with me and filming me drink things fast for kicks. It was a blast! Hahaha. I did notice lots of sexual tension in the room. Everyone in Leeds is a fittie. There were tons of naughty sideway glances from table to table…and that’s what turns an event from ‘yeah good’ to DELICIOUS! In Yorkshire, we don’t play! 🙂 Everyone goes for it! 🙂

Anyway, AWARD WINNERS EVERYWHERE, COMING FAST AND PLENTY and the crowd was young, fun, on the booze and alive.  It was fabulous, as surely nothing is better than feeling super nervous, drinking loads and then suddenly in a mental slow motion haze, hearing your business being called out as a WINNER and going up to collect your trophy from a glitzy celeb, in a euphoric state of ‘live broadcast’ yeehaa, as everyone cheers and claps at how awesome you are! Lol.That’s a much better Wednesday night in Yorkshire, than being sat at home, in ya pants, trumping to background telly noise, with a cuppa tea.

Sexy Nino smashed it and The Maven won BEST COCKTAIL BAR! La Bottega Milanese smashed it and WON BEST COFFEE SHOP…I saw them after THE WINNING and ran up to them madly for hugs, kisses, pictures and selfies with their trophies! Love those boys! There’s a cool swiggedy edge about them.And the ever so glammy ‘Apprentice’ Ruth Whiteley’ had handed out one of their awards.

Jack Schneider (owner of Accent Clothing) smashed it and won BEST INDEPENDENT RETAILER. There’s a styley ‘posh boy’ vibe to Jack…and i got to chat to him later on the dance floor, for hugs and well dones! 

Everything was great, the whole place was alive and the ‘live broadcast’ and awards had come to an end, cameras went down, the buzz kept going and we did what we in Leeds do best and that is drink shit loads of cocktails, flirt and party with each other!! *Yeeah baby.*

ALL of us, the winners, the celebs, the crew, the everyone, chinned up, let loose, let the DJ hit up some tunes and we turned The Royal Armouries into a club! 🙂

Being a lifestyle blogger, i’ll have a good time, my niche is good times, cocktails, hotel rooms, dates, fabulousity and just life itself, but i will SCAN an entire room for blog fodder…ALWAYS. I’ll usually know exactly who i’m meeting, why i’m meeting and have a good old chitter with a drink and a bum wiggle. Yet everyone in that room, even though pissed was like minded, they’re all successful people, who have things they pretty much need or want to promote and what better way to do it, then in a fun, social, ‘non formal’ cocktaily, ‘good time’ kinda way. I met some really great new acquaintances that evening.

But the good thing about it all, although busy ans business, was that it was laid back, fabulous and real, as sometimes you can go to events that end up being far too formal and all about business, almost fakey. Yet in Leeds, being lifestyle and with ‘Made in Leeds’ still filming…we’re FUN LOVING and warm. We know how to both get the job done and have a great time…and we all had 8am work starts int he morning. Lol. Work hard, play hard, function like the pros!

I loved going around everyone and saying ‘well done,’ and we were all scampering around to try and find the people we hadn’t met yet, who we had stalked as eye candy on other tables. Lol. I had a sexy grind dance’a than with X Factor Bupsi Brown! Her debut single comes out soon. I cuddled ‘AquaRiva Tequila’ Cleo Rocos, I wiggly shimmied with Nino ‘Won the Best Bar’ Lopes, I gossiped with Ruth Whitely and her beautiful blond besties…It was all fun and madness. That’s when i met handsome Jack Schneider on the dance floor for a hug and a ‘well done’ and we were drunk chatting for a wee bit. Then one of the other presenter girls strutted up and we weirdly turned from properly drunk chatting to being quiet and a bit more formal. Lol. *Boys.*

Life was great, everything was fabulous…I sauntered outside for a bit of fresh air and was handed a goodie bag with the line ‘Chrissie it has booze in it.’ Lol. VICTORY. By that time in the evening and it was still early, but we had been at it since six o clock, you love handheld booze in your goodie bag.

My feet were killing and Bupsi Brown was trying to make me natter more to her, but i saying’ Babe, i need to get outside and sit down’ like it was a mission. lol. So i did..i ouchy foot tottered onto the red carpet, and sat down on a Royal Armouries perch…holding my sequin mermaid dress up and bumped straight into one the PR guys for The Fenton (who didn’t win best pub) but were still having an awesome time. As let’s face it, to get shortlisted is pretty damn good. He was fun, young and sweet and must have been trying to smooze me as i did notice that all his friends told him that they were headed to ‘Yates’ and left him behind like he had pulled. Lol.

Everyone was filtering out now, still filled with life and excitement…and almost every 3 seconds someone would say to me, ‘AFTERPARTY…AT THE MAVEN, COME ON.’ The Made in Leeds guys were headed off, and I think Vicky shouted it at me. Loads of people shouted it at me, even Nino *paused* life for second to shout it at me…and i’m a keep the party going kinda girl.

But i remember turning to the Fenton Guy and saying,

‘I’ve booked a car to pick me up at midnight (like i was a sassy version of Cinderella.) I have work at 8.30 in the morning…’

‘When?’

‘Midnight!’

‘Well you’re fucked, it’s 10 past now.’

Then in that moment, i swooshed away from The Lifestyle Awards and swished into my cab, where Rob the driver greeted me with laughter. (He was on the phone and ended his convo with an ‘i’m off now mate, i have a much better looking person to chat to now.’ Lol I love Rob because he always says that i’m the ‘hardest working human he know’ when i’m obviously not, i just like the sound of it. Lol. 😉

I was at work for 8am the next morning, fresh as a daisy and that is what good times, business, love and life is about!

That was a GOOD Wesnesday Night!