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I’ve ‘quadroupley’ booked myself out. No! That’s a lie. I’ve ‘booked’ myself out six times, in one go. No SEVEN! And yes, that sounds great because it means you’re all glamourous, you’re doing well and popularity is tickling at your tender kitten toes. HOWEVER, it’s a little more complex than that! I mean,  HOW the absolute jolly BALLS am I going to be in or at SEVEN DIFFERENT PLACES, all across the nation AT ONCE??? It’s humanly impossible and certainly my own daft fault. Ofcourse! Yet, I don’t think boobies, cocktails shakes or charm is going to get me out of my predicament and more than anything that curdles away at my glittery soul. My charm should ALWAYS WORK, even when i’m dead. (And no, I’m not going to have a glamourous death. I’m just going to be 100 years old exactly, take a kip and rest peacefully. Knowing my luck, I’ll be tootling along, in my leopard print faux fur, on my granny mobile, in sunglasses at 100 years old, with a rum in my hand and some Morris Minor will come and run me over, outside a newsagents or something? My LA guy friend Ryan once said that i’d die by being ‘Savaged by Thieves!’ Lord knows why it thought it would be that exciting? I can’t even ‘book’ myself out appropriately for a weekend, let alone let thieves savage me to my death.)

Why am I talking about death, before 7am?

ANYWAY! Let’s get cheery!

So, yes this weekend i’ve said YES to everything, managed to get all my dates a muddled and now SEVEN DIFFERENT PLACES are expecting me to show up, this weekend. IT IS THAT BUSY!

I’m doing really well and people are ‘signing me up’ left, right and centre, to sexily tinker down to their event, new bar, office or restaurant, literally EVERYWHERE, where one can ‘Socialite’ to deliver my dainty little view of life from their glitzy venue. (This is definitely because I went to Gino D’Acampo’s new joint and didn’t wear knickers on the glass floor. It’s pushed me up that lofty ladder of ‘popularity’ overnight. Lol Now everyone wants me on their glass floors in bars. 🙂 )

But from a real point of view. It’s a really exciting time for me, i’ve worked really hard for this, I’m going for it. I’m feeling SASSY, ON FIRE, UNSTOPPABLE and moderately invincible. I kinda feel like I am the Queen  of ALL KITTENS. Y’know, totally ‘sought after’ now. The word on the street, via other infamous and rather successful beings in the same field or media is that….

‘Chrissie’s smashed this personal brand/influencer thing down this year.. She picked up the ball and ran with it…’

So there you have it, it’s amazing what a little bit of glamourous street game, a blog, the ability to express via written word, a rummy soul, a case of candid banter, good humour, boobies and a lifestyle can do! I’m not scared of it anymore. More than anything, I’m feeling at my most powerful and it’s only just the beginning. I have lots planned and i’m GOING FOR IT. So strap in… (I love it when i feel like this, it makes me want to bathe in champagne like a ‘Girl Boss’ and shout at people for no reason.)

But… honestly I can’t organise myself for shit. Lol. How am I going to be in SEVEN places at once. This isn’t including my normal ‘non worky’ social commitments. Unfortunately, they get put on the back burner. Lol. Such a great friend. But at the end of the day, you have one shot to grab a bit of ‘opportunity’ and if you drop the ball…well….you lose. The people that care about you, love you, understand what you’re going through, I think you’ll find will always be there.You’ll be in a mad rush, or battling your career, but you’ll pause weeks later, look to your right and their still there, smiling, supporting you and letting you know that everything’s okay.

I’ll sort it all out. I just need to prioritize and get my ‘rejiggle’ on. My guy best friend Theo, who I grew up with in LA, (he’s an actor, model and has created his own TV show. I Know.) Well, he’s coming to London, all the way from LA to see me this weekend, whilst he’s en route to Madrid, so he get’s a priority ‘tick.’ PLUS, I’ve missed him being my bestie. I’ve missed all my LA besties. Yet Theo takes the biscuit! He’s the only male human (and yes he is gay, but buff as hell) to THROW ME OFF HIS ACTUAL ASS IN A GYM, so he could lean on a counter and other gents could ADMIRE HIS BOOTY. Not sure why I was sat on his ass now?

But Theo and I have been through a lot together. In LA it’s hard to ‘make it’ but we did, we’re doing it. And that’s something you kinda treasure in your careers. No one can take that away from you.

Theo: ‘Just ignore her….she’s crying over a penis.’

That was his quote the time we both ended up following boys to other States of America because we thought they loved us. I went from LA to New York, for some hideous boy named ‘Tommy’ and He went from LA to …where the fuck did he go? Florida?? I dunno? But yeah, for some other hideous boy…named ‘Eric.’

We both ended up homeless and had to get flights back to Los Angeles immediately. Hilarious. It was all in the name of love. 🙂 Theo is the most manly gay man you will ever meet. He’s a DIVA, but he knows how to take care of you. Lol.

Can’t wait to see him.

Other than that, I have the British Style Collective in Liverpool, three restaurants, Issho, Leeds, Manchester…..and London….fuck! Just lots.

It’s not the busy part that catches me out. I thrive on it all as it’s exciting and fun. I just hate organizing the busy part. I just like to show up and do my thang…and do it well.

As if I’m Social Media’s Favourite (Kitten Esque ) IT Girl!

I’m accidentally building an empire via just being ME and writing about it. I must have learnt more off ‘Hilton’ than I thought! 😉

Anyway, I’ve godda go. I’m sat in Flamingo Sheets writing this with no bra on.. before work starts. I have ‘droopy boob’ fear.

I forgot to tell you, but I was The Carleton the other evening and ran into my old school friend Kate. We went through our entire schooling lives together at the private school in Ackworth…and as we were sat around a table, was the stars shone down on us and ‘Harrys Mum’ was feeling down trodden because her husband had cheated on her, ran off with the other woman and left her holding the baby. She was quite upset about it emotionally, because obviously, it’s not an easy thing to go through and it’s fresh. Breakups are always hard on the heart, when they’re fresh….Yet you do always end up finding the girl or guy of your dreams in the end….

So in her moment of desperate need and support….Kate turns around, completely ignores what she’s saying, fights over who is drinking who’s wine and says…

‘Wouldn’t it be great if all guy’s penises, were like dual action cigarettes and you could just CLICK a button on the side and all of sudden their cum would just taste of mentol, or strawberries.’

HAHAHAHAHA! I love my friends!

I honestly know the best humans!

Ps/ Go check out  one of my close LA besties Theo Breaux!

 

 

 

 

When I Tinkered to Gino’s Harrogate….

Last night I did Gino’s in Harrogate.

I mean, everyone knows that I am a regular adorer of the Gino D’Acampo restuarants. The Leeds spot is one of my favourite haunts. You can always find me at the Prosecco bar, with a hair toss, a wink and that good old saucy banter.

Infact, I love everything that is going on in Leeds right now, as it seems the city is being sprinkled with new life. We are hosting some of the most stylish and creative bars in the North. And when you’re Blogger/Socialite nothing could be MORE DIVINE. My niche is ‘bouji’ and bouji is now right on my kitten door step.

But wait, yesterday I decided at the very last minute to tinker away from the darlings of Leeds, where life is laid back, yet wild and filled with what I call ‘Heels & Handsomes.‘ And instead, have a car drive me into Harrogate to celebrate the launch of the new D’Acampo restaurant, for their opening weekend. I like new. I like different towns and cities, fresh lifestyles, all social situations. (However not today because I feel rough. 🙂 ) Plus, I kinda wanted to just be somewhere different.

As soon I pulled, up, tottered in, adorning my little red dress and heels and as security pulled the door open for me….

WOW!

The atmosphere of that entire place was filled with live bustle and laughter and a stylish, yet devilishly delicious ambiance of ‘busy.’ It was glamorously packed and I was greeted with a smile, poured a Prosecco immediately and well like I said, I go to the Leeds Gino’s a lot, so I saw a lot of familiar faces who took a moment to show me around the new digs and introduce me to everyone and everything. I’d gone on my own. (I love going places on my own because it prevents you from being ‘cut away’ of everything and everyone and invites people to cross life paths with you. When you’re in a ‘click’ you stay within that ‘click’ and sometimes don’t see all that is going on around you.) It gave me the opportunity to mingle and chitter and really see, taste and hear all that was surrounding me.

To start with the place is huge, but filled with stylish excitement. From open kitchens to roof top terraces, where you can actually dine, look upward and have the sky blanketing over you. The DJ was playing. The upstairs prosecco bar was full of GQ looking Harrogate men and women who had either married well or made something of themselves. It was really bright on the roof terrace and I loved it. I felt free. Harrogate is a very different crowd to Leeds, everyone is distinctly more ‘showey’ and posher. Lol. They adore bouji but expect it. Things is not ‘laughed’ off in Harrogate….(I was stood next to a 20 something lady in the loos, who was moaning because she had to ‘wait for the loo’…There was literally no one infront of her…LOL..so she was kinda waiting for no reason at all, but forgot to check. Hahah! What an idiot! I simply smiled and opened up a door…She blushed and well I assume, went forth and wee’d. 🙂 )

Regardless, the staff at Gino’s that evening won everyone’s heart over with their impeccable service and Italian charm. Plus, they kept giving everyone prosecco. That helped. In fact that was HILARIOUS, because I was stood at the top of the stairs, in the bouji GAMES area, (yes it has one) which is right next to the glass windowed Private Dining room, which you can ‘curtain off‘ so the ‘riff raff’ can’t watch you ‘Lady & The Tramp‘ your pasta.

But OH MY GOD, I was chatting to people and watching Ladies and Gents play table football…well I watched an actual real life footballer  ‘Adam Clayton’ play table football against his ‘soon to be’ wifey and another guy, who was determined to win the game by impressive table football wrist action…

Sorry, i got distracted….

Anyway, whilst sitting at the top of the stairs… ALMOST FOUR TIMES IN A ROW, I watched a different glamourous human (HAHAHA, I’M DYING, IT’S HILARIOUS, YOU HAD TO BE THERE) walk up the first level of stairs towards me, SKID and SMASH INTO THE WALL (HAHAHAHA) because they had accidentally got SO DRUNK and the utter giddiness of all that was going on around them, had just got the better of them. Lol. It was so hilarious that it was almost like a PRANK STAIRWAY.

I started weeping with laughter…and funnily enough, when I did..they did to.

THEN OFCOURSE….The Gods got me…

When I tinkered up that glamourous baby blue lit stairway, I got onto the next level and realized the flooring was PURE GLASS. YES, a glass floor! YES. An absolutely delicious idea. Yes. You can watch all that is going on below you.

YES! I DIDN’T FUCKING HAVE ANY PANTS ON!

UGH! Lol.

I took them off because no one likes VPL line. Visible panty lines are weird and 90’s. So I had my little red dress on….heels…an espresso martini in my hand, a glass FLOOR and no knickers. Hahahah!

To be honest…I’m a confident girl. I’m not terrified of such a treat. I was almost delighted. It was a game in itself. Lol. I turned around and told every managerial looking body that I didn’t have any pants on….I told anyone who would listen and laugh, just for banter and then I committed to the cause and EMBRACED IT.

It is the funnest and most sauciest flooring I have ever seen. You should all go in short dresses and no pants and see if anyone catches you. 😉 After a few Prosecco’s, it’ll work wonders for any stale marriage. I was snapchatting and posting my entire time there and I got a HUGE Snapchatty/Twitter/Stagrammy repsonse to this picture…

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It got retweeted over five hundred times. Imagine if he looked up! Hahahaha! It’s a game you can all play. Don’t tell Gino I told you that. We’ll just keep it between us. 😉 Giuseppe won’t mind though. I’m sure he’d let me get away with a Wunna Land game.

Great night. Such wonderful staff. Strange Men kept coming up to me and asking for Selfies with me. But it was weird because they wouldn’t know much about anything ‘Chrissie Wunna,’ I wouldn’t think. Yet for some reason they kept wanting selfies? By this point I was sat at the downstairs bar, chatting to the the bartenders, who couldn’t of been more polite during what must have been such a stressful time.  The place was all ‘alive’ with ‘busy’ and to still be able to charmingly banter and whiz out every cocktail order under the sun with such panache…I mean LORD…How they coped I don’t even know. But they did and well! What a dynamic team!

Then…and now it’s almost 11pm, some guy struts up to me to try his luck with ‘The Glamour Puss.’ I wasn’t out looking for love. I was out to swirl madly in a glorious ‘D’Acampo bubble and just enjoy my night, in a new town before the clock struck midnight. (That’s when my car was picking me up.) I KNOW!! SO CINDERELLA OF ME.

He struts up all confident and like he thinks he’s got this in the bag…and simply starts telling me i’m beautiful and that he’s going to take me out and show me a good time in Manchester. (He said it like I has quite possibly never been out anywhere in my entire life before…) Infact, this was went down…(You’ve got the ‘beautiful’ blah, blah introduction lines…)

‘Where do you like to go. I’ll show to the best places in Manchester. I’ll take you out. Show you around. What places do you like? You’re beautiful.’ (Tries to hold my hand.)

‘I’ve done Manchester quite a lot. Yeah. I love it there. And well it’s less about where I go and more about who I go with…’

‘I LOVE THAT YOU’VE SAID THAT. You’re a DREAM. Give me your number.’

‘No. Nice try.’

‘I can give you the world.’

‘Why are you just pouring out line after line…’

‘Come to Manchester with me…’

‘Nah..’

By this point, he’s trying to ‘barmy smarmy‘ all the way around me, whilst trying to flirty touch me and impress me with ‘money talk.’ He does marketing and all sorts of things. Lol. Runs a company. Knows Steven Bartlett. Lol. He sort of resembled everything that I dislike about men when they try it on….and well…after drinks..I’m sassy one. I’ll let you know that i’m not interested.

AND let me tell you how good the bartenders where…I had been talking to them all night, so they knew I was there and why I was there…and as soon as they saw him ‘smarming’ about me personal space they clocked it to make sure the situation was okay. That’s sweet. Even the women next to me, where like..

‘Who is that dickhead.’

Anyway, he writes his number down and tells me to put it in my phone. I’m not even listening now and just flicking through various Snapchat stories. He’s so pissed he can’t even tell. Lol. But tells me that I can do whatever I want with his number. The ‘balls in my court.’

I just reeled off a mega bunch of extremely sassy ‘no thankyous.’ But he just found it more appealing. He must have, as most boys would then get it, right?

What he chose to do in that moment was

GO IN FOR A KISS!

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!

HAHAHAHA!

He tried to snog me and before he reached my face, I performed the most delightfully graceful version of the

DUCK AND WEAVE.

It was hilarious. He totally missed because I weaved around him..whilst still on a barstool and then his friends found him and took him home. Lol.

His friends: ‘I’m so sorry about that. We’re grabbing him now and getting him home.’

First of all, If I don’t like you, you probably shouldn’t try and smooch me in PUBLIC, without my consent. Lol. I will duck and weave and you will look silly. I mean, GOD I never kiss boys in bars. EVER! NEVER! Let alone strangers who I don’t fancy. LOL. At least he was confident. I’m always moaning that men hardly make the first move and chicken out. He certainly was no ‘chicken.’ He just chose the wrong ‘dream girl.’

Told ya, Gino’s got the better of everyone last night. It swirled into souls with magic and fun.

Then I got the..

‘Your car is outside ready’

text…and BANG ON MIDNIGHT!

And just like Cinders…after the best night ever….I thanked everyone for having me, cuddled staff ‘bye bye,’ left a gin and tonic on the bar, but ate the cucumber…(You know you’ve had enough to drink when that happens…) and with both ‘glass slippers’ in tact (Cinders leaving a shoe at the ball is beyond me, no one does that, she wasn’t in a rush, she was probably just really pissed and recovered from smashing into the upstairs wall ) and yeah…

…I left the ball.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

. I felt for them last night. It was a busy one! That operation was run like a dream. You saw headsets and power strutting, but not once did they ever refuse to *pause* and help someone who maybe looked lost. Lol.

All I remember seeing amongst the divine bustle was lots of gentlemen in tight white trousers and blue and white pin striped shirts, that was swirled amongst glamourousity and women who were waiting to see Gino. (He had been in Harrogate, went to Leeds and was due back in Harrogate that evening. He must’ve been SHATTERED. He’s currently at his Manchester restaurant. So shoot down if you want to catch him quickly. I left Harrogate at midnight last night and he was still going strong…and I feel as rough as a donkey. But saying that i did treat my delicate system to endless cocktail shaken espresso martinis and bubbly proseccos. I went for it. You only live once.

 

 

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)

 

 

 

 

When We Did Gino’s

So, I kinda left my ‘Inadequate Chris’ meeting to dash up the street from La Bottega Milanese to Gino’s Leeds. I’m already late. I’m already dashing. I hate being late. I really hate dashing. I’m checking my phone, as each chick friend of mine is whizzing through a message to Wunna Land. I’m only half reading them and typing back any kind of rubbish. Lol. Then I stopped! You need to stop…..

I kinda realised  that Gino’s was literally 7 steps away from La Bottega Milanese. Clever me! *Up here for thinking! Down there for dancing!*   I was outside the ever so glamourous palace in almost a dazzling jiffy…so I checked my phone properly to actually read the messages. Such a good friend! 😂

LUCKILY, I have friends that are shit at time keeping also! ‘Double B’ was still en route but stuck in traffic, as ‘J’ drove her to Gino’s in her sassy leaf green, diamante rimmed Mercedes. ‘Hustle Barbie’ was all…

‘Where are you? Are you there now? I’m walking up..’

Mel and ‘Fairytale’ were getting a ride into the city by Prince Jonny. It was probably the most awkward ride ever, as ‘Fairytale’ and Prince Jonny had delighted in some fierce ‘anniversary’ ROW, where storming out, tears and tantrums occurred. Mel had been out until five o clock in the morning and was definitely still pissed. She sat in the tense car, trying to make conversation and break the ice…all the way into the city….all the way to Gino’s. Mel’s ace because like Me, she can be really pissed and still have the most glamourous manners. (Well sort of. You should hear some of the stories. Lol)

Anyway, I’m messaging everyone as i’m walking up towards my favourite Italian/Prosecco haunt (I go all the time, I’ve met D’Acampo) and Lord knows what happened?? Stunning little ‘IT Girl’ me, must tripped over my own stiletto, mid looking at myself through some glass window and FELL ONTO THE PAVEMENT ONTO MY ACTUAL FACE, outside D’ACAMPOS! My bag flew out my hand, I grazed my knee, which now had a fake tan smear on it and my right eyelash fell off. That’s what I call glamour!

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!

I have serious problems if I can’t manage to get my kitty self from Bottega to Gino’s safely.  I think it was because I was sober. If I had a cocktail in my hand, i honestly would’ve been fine.

Anyway, I pick myself up, like the fall never happened, laugh it off TO MYSELF, like an absolute fucking lunatic (as there’s literally no one around me,) I swing through the most glamourous glass revolving doors, which is the magical gateway into Gino’s My Restaurant in Leeds (and they definitely are magic, as you push into the place feeling all bustled and stressed from city life and push out of the place feeling blessed, sexy and like every Italian God has filled up your chilled Prosecco glass, told you you’re beautiful and offered you a ‘night cap’ after a kitty romp. 😉 )

As SOON as I get through the revolving glass doors and i’m finally on to the otherside of life, around 11 minutes late…I’m greeted by the WARMEST smile, the sexiest looking girl, who immediately know who I am, why i’m there, what time i’m meant to be there, takes my coat, calms my soul, explains that I have a ‘friend’ already waiting for me downstairs, that has been given the restaurant/bar card and is having a drink, as she waits for the rest of us.

It’s like she solved all my life problems with a wink.

I smile, I’m happy, I can’t WAIT for a chilled prosecco, i’m excited to do lunch with the girls, at my favourite place in Leeds…as we were also still doing the ‘live’ text thing for ‘Chrissie in the City.’ But as I walked down the spiral staircase by a wall of delicious wines and black and white photos of D’Acampo, swirled in baby blue, glass, light and a stylish, sexy but family ambience, (the air feels fresh in that place,) I was kinda shitting myself because I was late to my own THING and if it was Mel at the bottom of the stairs, I was FUCKED.

So, I did that creepy, peepy bent over thing, as I tried to see who it was…and as I was half way down the stairs with the glorious Prosecco bar directly infront me (it was literally like reaching the pearly ‘Italian’ gates of Heaven’) I just saw her *beam*…as she turned her head around slowly with her sassy, blond hair, jeans, heels and glammy top, with a chilled glass of the finest Italian bubbles in her hand and a ‘Hiiiii!’

FIRMONNELL!

Ofcourse! The only one who managed to make it there exactly on time, with everything organised, a drink in her hand, my restaurant tab card sorted,  a smile on her face and a drink already being poured for me, in the coldest most stylish glass, by some hot looking manager. DREAM!

(Do note: I had only been there 7 minutes, and ALREADY the SERVICE had been IMPECCABLE. I’m a SERVICE girl. I mean I go all around and get invited to every place/event/hotel etc in all the land and I don’t care how great the food, the cocktails, the atmosphere is…IF THE SERVICE IS A BAG OF SHIT BALLS. The thing about Gino’s is that the service is not only INCREDIBLE, it’s sexy. It’s warm. I mean the staff there make you feel SO special that they could mess up, through champers all the way down your top, accidentally trump and then STILL CHARM their way out of it! Lol But it’s not fake. It’s a friendly, cheeky, stylish bit of service. It’s so inviting that it’s almost like they know you, they’re your best friend. They want you to have a great time, will create that ‘great time’ and will then join you in your  ‘great time.’ I’m not joking…my friends and I..that particular afternoon were treated LIKE ABSOLUTE ROYALTY!)

‘I fucking fell down ON MY FACE outside!! YES! ON MY ACTUAL FACE! Hahaha! Wait, i need to glue my eyelash back on….Wait! You look amazing! Aw! Thanks! I needed that drink! LOOK at my knee! I’ve actually GRAZED IT! Haha. Thank you so much for organising it all. I’m so late!’

‘I was starting to get lonely being the only one here, but i’ve taken care of everything…HAHAHA…AS IF YOU FELL ON YOUR FACE!’

And just like that the magic started, as each one of my little glamour pussy friends began tinkering in, as Firmonnell and I kicked back and enjoyed our Prosecco at Gino’s. ‘Hustle Barbie’…

‘You know that i just panicked and stood in the revolving door thing because I didn’t know how to work it and didn’t know why it wasn’t moving! Lol. I mean, I didn’t want to look like an idiot..but…’

Hahaha! I love that she couldn’t figure out that she may have to exert her beautiful self and *push* the door. Lol. But fuck, we’re glamour pusses, we don’t push things…we PULL. 😉 Lock up your sexy sons!

But yes, one by one my best chick friends kept appearing around me at the Prosecco bar with drinks in their hands, banter, smiles and previous night stories…(Again, Mel showed me a comedy bruise at the bar and i can’t even tell you about it. Haha.) We were stood, relaxing, having our drinks topped up without a single prompt…then Giuseppe came to join us. I LOVE Giuseppe! He’s so much fun!

To be honest….that’s probably when the Good times rolled…

Everyone  loves a bit of Giuseppe. He’s sexy, fun, stylish, evil, yet hilarious, loves the ladies and with his ‘Head Of…’ title knows how to charm us, prosecco with us, make us feel WONDERFUL and at the same time as very much being in charge ( I watched him hawk eye the staff to make sure every human in that place was being looked after) he kicked back, poured himself a drink and had fun with us! That’s good service!

He made us feel special! He’s the ideal guy to push the Gino brand. You don’t get service like that anywhere. But yes, we talked about all the new openings, the new prosecco bars, we went through the menu,  her asked me about what I thought was great about places, he chatted to us about our lives and our App and the show…We poured endless drinks, laughed like our sexy Italian souls were free and our pants were down, then like The Queens of  Absolute Sheeba, we were escorted upstairs to our table.

I loved that our table was in the mix of it all…as sometimes when you’re VIP..ing it you sometimes get secluded away, to make you feel wonderful. That’s great in clubs and bars. But in restaurants and a place like Gino’s you want the best seat in the house, amongst all the life, all the the bustle…it’s part of the magic.

We were literally in a *bubble.* We were literally being treated and tinkered like we were the most important people in the world. It felt AMAZING and it felt especially amazing to me because for the first time, I got to enjoy it with my closet ever chick friends. It never happens! And I liked it, because they deserved it. If i’m being honest, because of the blog…I pretty much get treated this way everywhere. What made that day special was the fact they got to feel special tooooooooooooooo! It made me happy! And Giuseppe!!! What a guy! Yeah he’s flirty and naughty. He’s cheeky and sexy…he’s stylish and powerful….but he went out of his way to make sure we enjoyed our time there! I really appreciated it. He works really hard and explained to me how it’s so difficult to hold a relationship when you are a guy who works so hard. Nonetheless, he made sure we were happy.

I mean, if we needed a wee….he’d was walk us. I walked ‘hand in hand’ with him down to the loo…as he scowled at staff members who weren’t doing their jobs, yet skipped with me in great spirits, so I could….piss. LOL.

If we wanted to tinker outside…he escorted us. Double B and I wanted some ‘fresh air,’ so we kept jiggling outside, in our full blown extensions to watch some race that was going on and being televised.

Giuseppe: ‘SEE! WE EVEN PUT ON A RACE FOR YOU! LOL.’

Double B: ‘Is this the Olympics? They have countries printed on their butts??’

Me: ‘You idiot! They’re not going to make Olympians run past the fucking Wetherspoons, Gino’s and Wagamamas! Lol

Double B: ‘Wonder who she’s running for, as she has ‘HOE’ written on her butt!’

Then we pissed ourselves laughing, felt better than everyone else…and then talked about our sex lives with Giuseppe. He likes a curvy girl! They look better during sex. With a flick of our extensions we were back through the magic doors and to our surprise our table had been filled and beautified with the most delicately, delicious looking platters, fit for Queens of Queens….of all delights and winks with more prosecco being chilled for us by our side. It looked like a feast of absolute glamourosity of fresh breads, grained olive dips, giant meat platters, breadsticks, stylishly wrapped veggie…all sorts….all so creatively presented and all made with that good old Italian Love…It’s the love that makes it special, as it’s all about the ‘sharing’ platter.. That’s what food is about in that place….You do food with your family or you share it with the people that you love. I love that. It was delivered to out table before we even ordered our starters and mains.

‘Shit! we’re meant to be texting!!!’

And just like that as the we swirled in the finest Italian dining, with the finest Italian service, as more prosecco was poured endlessly, our starters and mains were brought out and now fresh cocktails were being handed to us by Italian waiters with smiles…we began to photograph, instagram and picture/ text EVERYTHING! In a world of Social Media these ‘moments’ matter. And when it comes to swanky restaurants, events, cocktails bars or anything of that manner…I AM your girl of choice. These days, if a brand knows what they’re doing….:) …I’m usually their first choice of blogger. Didn’t I do well! 🙂

Me: ‘Is this Hustle Barbie’s Espresso Martini? Fuck it. I’ll just drink it anyway, she in the loo…’

Now, we’re Yorkshire girls, we love a good time, we love to eat, we love great food, BUT WE ENJOY THE FINER THINGS IN LIFE….We’re LEEDS and every single ONE of my friends turned around that day and said,

‘That was the best food I have EVER HAD!’

‘I have never felt so special!’

‘We need to come back again….NOW!’

‘There’s no words to describe how great this has been!’

After wards with our little bellies full and our souls filled with cocktails..

Mel: ‘I feel a bit pissed me…’

..we all had to say our ‘Good byes’ dash off and catch our trains, rides and next choices home.

Everyone left merrily, Hustle Barbie went to meet friends for more drinks, Giuseppe, Firmonnell and I went back downstairs to the Prosecco bar to enjoy more cocktails and talk about life…

Then with a wink….we slowly sauntered back to the station to catch out trains out of the city.

I MISSED BOTH MY TRAINS….and my phone had died. So I had to sit with this guy who had a communal table, where all the weirdos flocked. No chairs. Just a table. He had slept in a van and got up at 4.30am to help people on bikes. He was nurse or something and had just given a homeless women, with no teeth money, who then got arrested for being on drugs 10 seconds afterward. Lol

That’s life.

One second you’re being swirled in VIP magic. The next moment you’re watching women with no life left in their soul, get arrested in seconds by communal tables with no chairs. 😫

(Told you i’d get you in the blog. :))

I totally typed chrissiewunna.com into his notes section.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

Friday Hoopla, Gino’s & Da Ladies

Yay! Espresso Martini’s for everyone! It is fucking Friday! Technically, this week the Friday ‘Hoopla’ means nothing to me as I’m working ALL Saturday,  (YIPEEEE.) Yet I’ll let you all enjoy your *can can.* I’m one to start the party, not poop at it.

I’m feeling positive and refreshed. I’m smashing my diet, thanks to ‘Fairytale’ and Hustle Barbie. YOU’RE ALL going to jelaous of me in a bikini. I’m not saying that I think i’m fat. I’m saying that I have wibbly bits that might need a *jiggle* off…I’m quite a vain person, so it has nothing to do with my health and everything to do with looking good! Lol. And yeah, you may think that is shit, but it’s not. I did my entire 20’s in Hollywood and my entire career at that point was making money from ‘looking good.’ It’s healthy to shake off ya wibbly bits. Especially when ‘Firmonnell’ says I an have a rum.

‘Honestly, it’s better for you than wine.’

I’ve had to change my mental state of thought, because ‘Hustle’ and ‘Fairytale’ are actually shit at making me just eat leaves. (They’re already skinny, so it doesn’t matter to them.) They’re all..

‘Lets have a bun’ here…’I really need a biscuit’ there…’Chrissie banana bread is just like brown toast with banana on it. It’s good for you.’

‘IT’S FUCKING CAKE!’

So ‘Firmonnell’ and I have made the executive decision TO LET THEM eat cake.

‘Eat it my pretties…’

That way, when we’re supermodel skinny and flouncing around like the happy chick on the Bodyform beach commercials, they’ll be fat…and that will make me happy. 🙂 I’ll look like a Michelle Keegan in a bikini and they’ll look like Stavros Flatley. (Everyone made fun of my Ellen Degeneres Girl Crush yesterday. I don’t get why people don’t see the attraction? If i could marry any woman…it would be HER!)

‘Well yeah, she is funny Chrissie…’

‘NO! She’s hot! It goes waaaaaaaaaay beyond funny. Lol.’

I’ve confused myself really because i’m definitely very straight but GOD, I fancy Ellen. Lol. I’m not even kidding. I adore her. AND she follows me on Twitter!

I’m feeling a bit rough today. I did after work cocktails simply because it was THURSDAY. Not sure why I thought that was such a good idea? However, everyone must have jumped on the bandwagon because the place was RAMMED. In Leeds…everyone votes for cocktails through the week. Which reminds me…I forgot to actually Vote for the Prime Minister. Lol. Fuck it. I voted ‘Pornstars.’

I have lots going on but i’m happy. It feels chilled and in control. This week is a busy one…and during my spits of time off (which is only Sunday) I have a morning coffee with ‘Inadequate Chris’ (he’s a Snapchat star and does these really funny videos.) He messaged me yesterday to see if we could come up with a collabo. We’ll be doing La Bottega Milanese in Leeds, at around 10.30am? Can’t remember what time I said?

THEN I meet the girls, my besties, my dolls (we’ve had our private text messages ‘LIVE’ for the world to read all week and it’s been so fun. We’re almost at the end of our 10 day ‘Chrissie in the City’ stint…Yet we’ve done and are doing so well, that it’s going to get picked up, revamped and moved forward.’ App show here we come. The future is all about Social Media and we’ve accidentally got ourselves a future HIT..if we do it right.)

Anyway, what was I saying? Chris at Bottega? Yes, on Sunday at 1pm, all us girls are meeting up and kicking back to enjoy a prosecco dripped, cocktailed lunch at one of my favoruite Leeds haunts Gino’s. It is owned by the very famous Gino ‘D’acampo. I did his live show. I chatted to him about life. I’m goign to the opening of the Harrogate restaurant. I wrote the infamous blog on his joint (the first time that I visited.) It swirled through the head honchos and D’acampo offices. I now have a Black card…and the girls and I are going to treat ourselves to the finest pasta, cocktails in all the land of Leeds….and glare at delicious Italian waiters…as we get very glamourously pissed.

I want one of Mel’s kittens!

(I love that I’ve just seen a picture of my friend Katty stood by a ‘Polling station’ sign with the words…

THEY SEE ME POLLIN’ ….THEY HATING…’ underneath it. 

Hahahaha! DYING.That’s what life’s about.)

I’ve run out of foundation, had no time to buy any, my hair extensions are falling to pieces and i’ve forgotten to watch Love Island. UGH! FFS! What is life!

 

 

 

 

Book Tours, Diamonds & Slay Games

‘Right!! The first one out of you two to get a *rock* on it….wins!!!’

Two of my delicious little chick friends are dancing in the ‘let this be forever’ stage of their relationships. A stage that no guy really knows about. Yet all their chick friends hear about!

‘Fairytale Blond’ does love via a Disney text book, so she ofcourse a ‘year in,’ she would be helplessly  hoping for a bit of official Prince Charming commitment. New love….New House…New Diamond.

Mel…is my unconventional, sassy, ‘I’m getting married in red’ sex machine. You don’t fuck with Mel. She turns red with anger and then eats Jelly Babies to calm her sore vulva.

Now, she’s already discussed ‘lets do forever’ with her Gary (who I saw yesterday but couldn’t look in the eye because my imaginative mind kept physically picturing all the rampant sex that he had been having with her…in porn form. All he did was walk past me and say ‘Hi‘ and my head imagined him eating Mel out, so I had to run and hide. Hahahah! Code for: I just sat there staring and imagined it.)

‘I just can’t look him in the eye now that I’ve heard all these filthy stories.’

Anyway, whether they’ve discussed ‘forever’ or not…I’ve decided to spice up their lives a little, by forcing them to play the ‘ROCK ON IT’ game. A casual game, where I watch them both secretly *fight* it out to get a proper proposal…for kicks. Hustle Barbie could probably play this too, yet she wants to start a glamour modelling career and marry D’Acampo. And well Double B….Hahaha…the game would be tooo easy. Jordan and his ‘Jackson Five’ penis would marry her in a wink.

Mel: ‘Yeah, but we’ve already talked about…’

‘Nope, it doesn’t count, until you walk into this room… with the rock on it. 🙂 You walk in, you say nothing, you hold up your left hand up in the air and bling it.’

‘That’s fine. I’ll just tell Gary that I need to win and send him to the jewellers. Lol’

Fairytale Blond was quiet, with her heart all a flutter and then decided that Mel would win. Lol. (But she’ll play it strategically, as ‘Fairytale’ is not soft. She knows how to get what she wants.)

Mel: ‘What about you! You’d probably win this…!! Lol.’

Me: ‘Hahaha. Please. I have a hundred more months of sending nudes before that happens. LOL.’

So yeah…game on! Let’s see who wins! I’ll come back to this blog when one of them struts in with the ‘BLING HAND’ in the air. There’s nothing more fun than a ‘fucking up everyones love life’ game. 🙂

Life is great right now. I’ve a busy kitty and I’ve got my Friday feeling! Work is great! I’m juggling. But I’m gonna try and take so time off to focus. I’m not a ‘here, there and everywhere’ kinda gal. It may seem like that. But i’m the opposite to wishy washy. I’m driven and sharp, so I just need a moment, after yesterday’s delicious ‘early night’ to bundle myself together and chill. Calm mind, Great results.

I’ve told you once and I’ll tell you again…EVERYTHING IN THE FUTURE WILL BE SOCIAL. So all of you hoping to smash the big time ‘Dollar, Dollar, Fame Ball’ with a boobie bounce of victory….KNOW that you need to meander your career or lives down a Social Media path. If you don’t start it now…you’ll get left watching everyone else succeed.

I started my blog 10 years ago. I didn’t even know why? Five years in…nobody knew why I bothered doing it…But I at that point understood where everything was headed ‘socially’….A couple years after that….EVERYONE’S A BLOGGER OR A VLOGGER and it was in that moment where I accidentally smashed it, because all those previous years of blogging both honed my craft, built an audience (which is what you need) and made my STATS AMAZEBALLS!

And yes, it’s harder to start a blog/vlog now…as your competition is much much greater. Yet, if you don’t try and you wish to partake in a career of that fashion….you’re stupid. In years to come, no one will be watching tv…your shows will be online…Glamour Models are now Instagram Models. She’s now not a beautician, she’s a Beauty Blogger. You have Business Men starting everyday vlogs. Secret Footballers writing daily diary blogs. My inbox is literally RAMMED with the most amazing people or brands who are wanting to appear on this blog, which is literally just the story of my life. So yeah, blogging and vlogging are two different things. Find out what you’re stronger at and go for it.

Anyway, away from that! I’ve been doing shoots. This morning, I’m excited to see some of the new pics that Claire Pritchard has shot for me, for her Fallen Angels Brand. I can’t wait to show you them, and you will be seeing them shortly, as I tease your little tinglers, with a slow release of online Wunna ‘look at me.’ Claire is one of the most amazing photographers, so I can WAIT shoot with her again shortly…as we have a Playboy/Kitchen shoot to do…this time i’m taking Prosecco. I love her so much. So yes, if YOU wish to be a Fallen Angel please shimmie on down to ..

clarepritchardphotograpnhy.com

The pics will be on my blog over the weekend.

I have a book out this year. It is the relaunch of ‘Diaries of a Glamour Puss,’ yet i’m rewriting it, it’s being rebranded and ofcourse shot for again. I love a shoot. It now will be called ‘Dear Diary…’ and it’s taking you back to Volume 1 of my life…So it’s Chrissie Wunna (the naughty years. 😛 ) It’s a silly, but sexy bit of ‘all out there’ book. I’m sorting it all out now…and i’ll also be going on a signing tour, so you can get to meet me, have a chitter and well…if i’m being honest…just buy the flipping book. Hahahaha!

The eyelash line is also relauched at Christmas and I have a cheeky little secret that will popping up soon. (NO. IT’S NOT A BABY! LOL)

Ruby slept in my bed last night, as she does when Junior’s at his Daddy’s. I watch her when she sleeps and can’t believe how beautiful she is. We’ve come a long way. I’ve worked so hard and this is the first time in my life where I feel like i’m actually smashing it for them both. She’s six and waited until I had gone to sleep, just so she could sneak out of bed and stay up all night playing pretend pool parties.

‘What? I pretended to be asleep, so YOU would go to sleep and so I could get up and pretend Justin Bieber was at my pool party! I thought you said that we only live once!’

Ruby IS a terrifying MINI version of me.

Although, i’m celebrating a THANK FUCK it’s FRIDAY thing. Saturday i’m headed to London to meet with a Mr Kenworthy, in regards to a new project that i’m hoping to tinker with. Which reminds me, I need to finish off those questions. I’m trying to fit everything in, in blips. It’s not easy….sober. 🙂

But nonetheless, I can’t wait for the meeting and hopefully i’ll saunter out of it with a new business *notch* on my brand cycle..

Work hard. Get what’s yours. YOU CAN MAKE ANYTHING HAPPEN. If you do it fucking well!

Take a shortcut…you’ll get cut short. Half ass it…you get a calm stream instead of a gushing river. Have a fall back plan? YOU’LL FLIPPING FALL BACK ON IT.

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Blog, Bartlett & The New Year

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So, we did it! We championed an entire 2016! Some of you have had a shit year! Some of you have had a great year! I guess it depends on how you look at things? But nonetheless, you survived it, lived it, loved and hopefully shimmied a bit closer to your ‘dreams come true.’

I’ve had a massive year of change. If i go back two years ago, 2014 was probably the worst year of my life that I had to prettily surf with a wink and a round of deep breaths. I couldn’t wait for it to be over, as if anything went wrong that year, it did. My work life, my love life, my home life…it all went to pot…and I could’ve taken that time and drowned myself in a rummy pity party (lol,) yet I didn’t, it made me strong, I laughed it off and I sort of ‘rose from the ashes’ as they say, ten times more dynamic.

Then in 2015, after being thrown into and spat out of an emotional rollercoaster, without my consent or being strapped in, I was determined to play it safe and live a more mundane ‘un..glittery’ existence, that wasn’t me. I dated a normal boring boy, with no goals, ambition, no adventure, or life experience. I looked after him…and i got bored quickly. Yet it was great because at the same time as him draining the ‘ooh laa’ out of me, as his insecurity had sort of got in the way of me furthering myself with my career, it helped me quickly realise what i actually wanted, what my purpose was and that I was ready. So i changed my world around, got happy, got rid of boy and again became 10 times more mighty. bI was on the right path, as i had bored myself SO silly, that i yearned for excitement and to make my mark. (Work was always good.)

Everything changed in 2016 and fast, as i was no longer hanging about. I stayed loyal to my goals, what i wanted, who i wanted to be and became productive. Work changed Lifestyle changed. Guys changed. I stayed firmly single all year. Everything was new, fresh and exciting. I had shimmied up that ladder a little bit more and then in October, it all changed again, as i made a little decision to go to The Leeds Lifestyle Awards. From that point on weirdly, the Wunna magic was ignited…and opportunity just seemed to keep domino falling infront of me. Instead of shying away, I took the up….(I still kept making weird boy decisions through the year)…But i finally pulled myself together, turned the focus away from that and CONCENTRATED on what I wanted, needed and what would make me happy. (Work was always good.)

Fresh opportunities came a tapping…and the blog set fire and went WILD. It had been read all over the world on every continent anyway, yet it SHOT OUT OF GLITTER CANON AND IT GOT CRAZY.

Everything changed and I was going from place to place, doing life, blogging about it and turning the ‘Chrissie Wunna’ name, into a brand… by accident. (Even though I kinda knew what i was doing. 😉 ) Within weeks, I was being labelled the ‘Real Life, Carrie Bradshaw,’ an inspiration, a Cyberlebrity, I was getting invited to some of the top new openings, events and places..for the largest companies, brands, be they restaurants, clubs, fashion labels…everything and just because they wanted to appear on this page! I became Verified on Twitter and everyone seemed to be listening to what i was saying. Meetings sort of confetti showered upon me and big agents, infact all sorts came a tapping at my kitten door, in order to try and represent me. (I didn’t go with any of them, as I didn’t feel the ‘fit’ was right. The ‘fit’ matters. Who you work alongside or trust to give your ‘brand’ to, collaborate with, or build an empire with…matters. It’s like dating, you wouldn’t just settle because you have nothing going on, if you don’t have to.)

Important people were tuning into my blog, more and more followers were peeking into Wunna land and people who I’M personally inspired by started to follow me or take a moment of their time to actually click on Chrissiewunna.com and read a blog. (AS IF!) I mean, to ME that was simply such a personal pinnacle. It made my eyes smile, filled my soul with gratitude and made me feel of ‘worth.’

All of this was going on…as I was going to work every single day, doing my day job, being a single Mum, loving all of that and getting on with life, happily. I mean, I work alongside the best people. I also have such a supportive family, that in that area, i cannot at all go wrong.

Towards the end of the year things busied up…and as I was working through the day, being a Mum after work and then working through the evening at events, with the help of my Mum and the Baby Daddies…more stuff changed, I made more connections, people wanted to help me and I began (which is where I am now) stamping my mark down that little harder. I mean GOSH, the absolutely FABULOUS time that I had at Gino D’Acampo’s new restaurant in Leeds, that stepped up my game a little. (I go back in January after the first successful visit. 🙂 I can’t wait!) But yes, I was being asked to just show up at venues and simply BLOG from them. I KNOW!!! WITH BOOZE!!! It’s a crazy kind of wonderful that is so humbling that I almost have to pinch myself to believe it. I’ve shimmied at every Christmas celebrity event. I blogged my version of them all. MY birthday with Lisa Appleton ended up all over the national press (because of Lisa’s Bum Lol,) and I started to get *papped* at places and then I got nominated for the UK Blog Awards…and in a week, i’ll find out if i made the shortlist. (I even made the UK Blog Awards Trend!! AS IF!!)

During this whole entire time, my sanctuary and my grounding force was always my work colleagues, my children and my moments alone of reflection away from the madness. (Like I went back to the office today and ‘The Mighty’ said that my blog reads like i’m a frilly Bimbo type, who’s all ‘wishy washy cocktails,’ when really i’m quite sensible, ambitious and together. It was her last day today at work for a while, as she is off to birth a human. We’ll miss her.)

BUT also towards the end of the year I really got into watching these truly inspiring Vlogs by Steven Bartlett, who created the whole ‘Social Chain’ company. Every night I watched one, (and I still do) to learn, to calm my mind in the evenings as I laid in bed and to feel empowered before I went to sleep.

I actually found his Vlog accidentally via ‘Eton Mess’ who I had stopped talking to, not because of any problems, as we’re still friends, but just because that’s what ‘life’ wanted. Anyway, he’d posted one of Bartlett’s Vlogs on his Facebook Wall, about ‘Negative People,’ and after watching it, I then posted one of his other Vlogs on MY OWN Facebook wall.

From that point on like he was some Life Wizard, I was hooked, because i felt so inspired, I could relate to everything he was saying…PLUS, there was just something about him…there is…isn’t there…There’s just something about that guy…

When I appeared at Gino’s for lunch (best place ever) doing the Restuarant blog with ‘House of Solo’ I used my last 1 percent of battery life, watching a Bartlett Vlog at the Prosecco bar. YES, during my own actual appearance. Lol. The next day when i wrote my blog and posted it everywhere like I do and I tagged Steven Bartlett into my Twitter Post. I didn’t think he’d read it/skim it, or care to be honest. But i tagged him in it anyway…and he read it..He even Tweeted me back thanking me for the mention in the blog and then thanked me for watching and supporting HIS Vlogs. AS IF!!! It literally made me BEAM! I would never have thought that that would’ve happened, but it did and it made me happy because I had emailed Social Chain a week and a half before and I hadn’t recieved a response.

So, I guess i’m saying that this year has been AMAZING and i hope yours has too! If it hasn’t, look forward or create better times. For me, it’s been the year where in which I rebooted, refound my passion, became productive and did what I loved. It’s been the year where appropriate or magical changes have been made in order to place all the right elements in their correct places for the next step. I don’t know whether I’VE done that or ‘The Gods’ have thrown me a bone. Lol.

What I did want to say was THANK YOU, as even though this is the diary of MY life, if it wasn’t for YOU, tuning in… when you can.. or when you care and returning back to ‘Wunna Land’ afterward, it really wouldn’t be where it’s at today.

I mean GOD, when it first started a decade ago in Hollywood and only 8 people read it a month….I didn’t have internet access (and the blog was still on Myspace) so I had to walk to The Beverly Center, in West Hollywood every day and write my blog from one of the display demo desktops at the Apple Mac store. Lol. They didn’t even stop me. I must’ve looked like a weirdo. I even did it at the Apple Stores in New York and in every hotel that provided free internet services…all over America. Lol. (People didn’t want me to blog from their venue then. 🙂 Ten years on…they’re begging me too.)

I remember being excited because 74 people had read my blog in ONE DAY. 🙂 Now, like I always tell you, tens and TENS OF THOUSANDS OF YOU *click* into Wunna Land, all over the world…On every single continent….In over 200 different countries…..and its translated into 40 different languages a day. (Haha…You know the spiel.)

But thank YOU for reading and following my life. It’s just my version of it and I hope yours is going just as well or at least the way you wish it to!

Thank you to everyone who has been a real life part of this year. I always say that my blog is like a written word, reality show, where real people, *pop* out of nowhere and become part of it all, as their real life path crosses with mine. If it was a written word, reality show, then I will honestly tell you that I HAVE NEVER EVER HAD A BETTER CAST, THAN THE CAST OF THIS YEAR!! Lol. THANK YOU. You rocked! (Even the ones that put me through shit. Lol.)

I don’t know what my 2017 has in store…I’ve read loads of tweets by others who all have ‘so many great things happening in 2017.’ 

I honestly have no clue what’s a coming? I just know that whatever life throws at me…I’m ready for it and i’m armed with a *wink.*

Hopefully i’ll BOSS IT and not drink too much gin.

I’ll leave you with this… (This was the first Steven Bartlett Vlog that I found posted on someone else’s Facebook wall…)

Happy 2017. Sail Well!

SENDING YOU ALL MY LOVE.

FUCKING HAPPY NEW YEAR!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Glitzy Trip To Gino’s

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‘I’m here! I’m parked in the same place as before.’

‘Cool…i’m walking down now.’

Got to his car and *swung* open the door, in my tiny thigh out, peeky boobed, dark gold wrap dress, draped in my GIANT ‘Little Mistress’ faux fur of absolute divinity and as I stepped my pretty kitty heels into the vehicle, the vehicle that would journey us to Gino D’Acampo’s new restaurant in Leeds,  I belly laughed out loud with an..

‘It totally looks like you’ve just picked up a hooker at noon! Hahaha.’ 

And there we were on our way to Gino’s.

When i say ‘We,’ I mean my good friend ‘Abeiku Arthur’ and I, who owns the delightful High Fashion magazine ‘House of Solo.’ It’s filled with articles and photos from London fashion week, top designers, exclusive five star brands, his shoots with supermodels in Milan,  the pics from the recent Victoria Secret show…all sorts. We’re good friends, we met at the Leeds Lifestyle Awards, we also just so happen to live in the exact same town and both of us have businesses/brands that are up and coming and ready to make impact.

He’s a hustler. We both are! And it’s so great to have a like minded business buddy, who just gets it and rolls with the punches, whilst cross questioning me to find out new ways of promotion, as right now i’m doing pretty well and getting invited to a great deal, yet at the same time beginning to get recognition for it. I’m having a good year. He himself, has just shot Tom Zanetti for the front cover of his Fashion Magazine. I think the shoot was Monday?

In the car he was telling me that Tom was FOUR HOURS LATE to the shoot because he had been out with Geordie Shore, ‘Scotty T’ all night, who is currently doing Panto in Leeds and his PR/Manager only told ‘House of Solo’ after the second late hour had passed. 🙂 When Zanetti showed up, he thought he was shooting for Metro. Lol. (HAHAHAH, totally makes me piss my glamourous frillies! I love that happened to him AND that he has to go through so much stress all the time. On the plus, once Tom did show up, he was lovely and chatty and apparently a great model.)

‘Yeah but was he a chav?’

‘Nooo. Not at all. You need to get to know him.’

We got to Gino D’Acampo’s ‘My Restuarant’ in Leeds and boy did we arrive!

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I’d been Tweeting about going all week, all day and I couldn’t be more excited! I love a bit of Gino D’Acampo, I adore the fact that we guys and dolls of Leeds can now delight in traditional family Italian food, dashed in glamour. Plus, ofcourse, you KNOW that you will find me at any place that boasts one of the most stylish Prosecco bars, with a side of cheeky ‘Hanky Panky’ cocktails, the freshest most delicious bar snacks (i’m a grazer) and ones that were cleverly served on tiny wooden boards, a cut of newspaper and with Italian charm!

From the moment I strutted in, there was a lively but relaxing, down to earth family, yet GQ style of  excitement swirling around the baby blue, clear glass entranced, two floored restaurant. This place has ONLY JUST OPENED, so it’s fresh onto the scene…and GOSH…I had so much fun yesterday, that i could’ve literally stayed there and guzzled chilled buckets of prosecco at the bar, ALL the way through to the early hours of the morning.

I mean, as soon as we tottered in, the service was impeccable and we were immediately given a card, which was a Restaurant bar tab, before being shown downstairs to the Member’s Prosecco bar to grab a fresh pour of ‘bubbles,’ before we sat down to lunch! (My prosecco glass was EVEN CHILLED and cosied over with a cold mist of ‘you’re here now, in luxury.’)

This place is by far, THE BEST PLACE IN LEEDS, to come for food, or even just drinks, be you on a date, a business meeting, with ‘The Girls,’ or ‘The Boys’ and even with the entire family. It literally caters for everyone, in a stylish, modern, ‘you want to be here and be seen’ way. Yet it’s sponged over with a glamourous version of Italian tradition.

Gino’s face is stamped on EVERYTHING! He is on the walls in black and white frames, pictured with every celeb known to mankind. His sexy little Italian face is EVEN on your table Olive Oil. The marketing (and I come from a marketing background) is phenomenal and i adore great marketing!

At 1pm we sat down to eat! I ordered the Cabonara. Which is my favourite Italian dish of all time and ‘The Big A’ (that’s what i’m deciding to call ‘House of Solo’ Abeiku Arthur now, as i can’t be arsed to type his name out every second, Lol) ordered the Spinach, Egg and Cheese Pizza.

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More prosecco was poured, a ceramic dish of walnuts with a silver nutcracker was served with it. Our meal came out at the EXACT RIGHT amount of time….Not too fast or not too slow. The exact right time, almost like they KNEW when we wished to eat.

I mean all the way through that time, both ‘The Big A’ and I were Tweeting, Selfie Taking, Facebooking, Instagraming…doing the whole ENTIRE works. There was so much excitement going on and we wanted you to see it all and experience our version of it, as we did it. There was a lot to take in, as i wanted you to ‘feel’ the place. It funny because normal, sane humans, would look at our table and find it totally bonkers. Yet to us, it was really normal. We’re both business minded, we both run little brands that we hope,  will one day be huge successes… and we BOTH understand that about each other and our friendship. I went for it. I was selfie taking and posting away. ‘The Big A’ was smashing his Social Media also, yet EVEN HE paused and said,

‘What have i got left? Oh yeah, I need to Instagram it.’ LOL

It’s fun because we turned our trip there into a Cyberland Circus of excitement, we had hundreds of people following our every move at Gino’s in Leeds. I tweeted and selfied away and the masses ‘Liked’ and Retweeted’ their favourite bits of our day. the restuarants notifications must have been crazy, as my own personal accounts were going nuts. They were shimming. (And that’s thanks to you! 🙂 ) Kinda made me feel proud. Kinda made me feel POWERFUL. Haha!

Anyway, we gobbled up our lunch and OH MY GOD, the food there is literally TO DIE FOR! You ALL need to go. My pasta was probably THE BEST PASTA, that I have had in years and I HAVE BEEN EVERYWHERE! But let me tell you, UNLIKE EVERYWHERE Gino’s Restaurant ISN’T *break the bank* PRICEY at all. It’s completely affordable for everyone. A dish for £9. I mean, gosh, where can you get food THAT GOOD, for that price these days, with that service?

Infact, I know places that are charging so much more for food that is FAR LESS delicious! Plus, Gino’s has those ‘little touches’ that make a big difference. I love the ‘little touches.’ As upstairs they sell Gino’s Cookbooks. Good sales tool. Yet great idea, as whatever you eat at the restaurant that day, whatever you’ve chosen from the menu, you can then buy the book on your way out and try and make it yourself at home! It’s sexy, it’s romantic, it’s fun! 😉 This restaurant will turn your ‘No Carbs before Marbs’ diet out of the fucking window and simply because the pasta is SO goddamn good!

Okay away from all that. We’d had a few drinks by now and as you know i love a tipple… or four hundred. Woohoo! I embrace a world of Prosecco dazzled fun, style and good company and you should to. Live a little! Enjoy it. Get lost in the magic. Swirl with it. Pour some more.

I mean, all ‘The Big A’ kept saying was,

‘She’s totally getting on it.’ Lol.

And i didn’t care! I’m a fun girl and well it’s MY BIRTHDAY WEEKEND!!! Cut a sister some slack! If i’m gonna drink 200 Prosecco’s….i’m going to go for it with *can can* kicks. So There!

Plus, we’d Tweeted everything, pictured everything, posted everything, so we finally kicked back and I ordered in some cocktails for dessert. I love getting cocktails for dessert instead of pudding. It makes me smile. Keeps my heart warm.

I swung in with the most delightfully, full bodied, espresso martini (it had a sassy KICK) and House of Solo ‘Big A’ ordered the fruity tooty, mint leaved ‘Pineapple Express.’ Lol.

Oh! They were delicious and all that social media work, kinda took it out of us. It can get tiring. Lol. I mean, if you didn’t know anything that day, you knew that I was at Gino’s, in Leeds, with House of Solo Magazine.’

We then both realized (after cocktails) that I was happily trapped in the most stylishy comfy, baby blue room WITH THE SINGLE MOST ATTRACTIVE ITALIAN MEN. How did i not realize this! It was like some kind of shirted Handsome Italian Man… Heaven. Almost every single waiter and bartender (aside from a couple girls and maybe two Leeds Yorkshire boys) was a hot blooded, dark haired, tall, sexy, with the accent and everything, Italian MAN. LORD HAVE MERCY on my little SINGLE SOUL!

LADIES YOU NEED TO GET YOURSELVES DOWN THERE. It oozes sex appeal… EVERYWHERE. Your mouth with ‘Mmm’ with pasta, but your loins will burn with desire.

‘House of Solo’ (I’ve changed his name again) even looked around and with an approving ‘They know what they’re doing’ nod and grin, he agreed it’s literally a paradise for groups of ladies! You notice the sexy Italians straight away, yet you kinda only begin to appreciate them, in a slutty way… after an Espresso Martini. 🙂

The hair ‘kittened out’ a little, the boobs peeked through the dress and the the wrap, unwrapped itself to a ‘little freer.’ not because of the hot blooded Italians everywhere, 🙂  but simply because by now we felt so much at home at Gino’s, that we kinda didn’t want to leave…

So we didn’t.

We ordered in another round of cocktails and went back to the Prosecco bar, to free up some table space (as it was getting busier and busier as the day went on) and we chatted about life, work, business and people.

As the day progressed, more and more stylish beings started sauntering in. All very high fashion. All smart as can be. ‘The Big A’ had his eyes on each of them. (One of the ‘Stylish New Entrants’ came up to me and rubbed my faux fur, whilst looking me right in the eye with a ‘Is it chincilla?’ No…It’s ‘Little Mistress.’ Lol.)

More drinks were being ordered, more drinks we being poured. The bartenders were going around with divine tasting nibblets, on trendy wooden blocks. It was a great idea, as it encouraged those who didn’t book in to eat, to maybe consider dining the next time they visited. (Clever! Clever!)

We were laughing. We were joking. I was happily moaning because i always think that being a chick in business, especially a boobied, ‘bouji’ one…makes it difficult at times. As often Ill have to approach guys to work alongside me and well sometimes people don’t take you seriously, so you have to prove yourself EVEN MORE SO than others. OR they just fancy  you and they can’t get passed that bit, before they even listen to the fact that your brain might work also. 🙂

I’m an ambitious, smart, charming, yet feisty little shit and i intend to do well. I’m doing well. My history is pretty decent. So ‘House of Solo’ and I were pissing ourselves at my ramblings and then all of a sudden out of nowhere he notices a female bartender, Googles ‘Alexa Chung’ and immediately whispers at me with a..

‘That girl, the bartender. I need to shoot her. She looks just like Alexa Chung on the British Vogue Editorial, when she did that high fashion nude shoot. I need to tell her. I need to shoot her.’

‘Yeah, well go ahead. Sip that, get her details and ask if she’d want to do a shoot. Explain that you own a fashion magazine though.’

‘No i can’t why? It makes me sound…’

‘OH MY ABSOLUTE GOD! Don’t be SO STUPID. You cannot go up to a girl, tell her she looks like a stylish nude Vogue model and ask for her number, to do a shoot with you, you idiot! You have to tell her that you own the fucking magazine.’ 

But in he goes, with his charm and his Google Screenshot of Alexa Chung. LOL. (Why do guys not listen!!??!!)

‘Hey! *Beckons her over the bar* You look like this girl. She’s a model for Vogue. Do you know her?

‘No.’ (Hahaha…Sorry, i find that really funny.)

I think you could be a model. I’d like your number…’

Then I couldn’t bare the ‘so many mishaps‘ in his approach, so i butted in with a..

‘He owns a High Fashion magazine, It’s called House of Solo. He thinks you’d be a great model and he’d like to shoot you for the magazine.’ 

She beams an innocent smile of glee. Her eyes lit up. She had a sexy foreign accent. A warm one, not a harsh one. He continues the rest of the chat with the bartender and she writes down her number, so that they can schedule in a shoot date for the Spring Edition of his magazine! I know! Crazy stuff!

See! You never know who you’re going to meet!

Then he turns around and whilst laughing tells me off for butting in on his ‘approach!’ Hahaha!

‘You need to learn from the best.’

‘You need to learn from a girl who gets men coming up to her all the time, saying stuff like that! What? I was only helping. I got all PR on the situation and started taking over the convo for you, to make sure it went well. And it did! What? I can’t help it! It’s in my blood!’

The Yorkshire Bartender looked at me, after he realised his colleague has just got scouted. So I smiled and said,

‘Don’t worry. You can be in my blog. It’s much better than his shitty magazine.’ Hahaha!

We laughed it all off and ordered more drinks in. At this point, I looked down at my phone and I had a DM from a guy that I recently followed on Twitter, as I had come across his profile and The Noir Agency the other day. Just basic, ‘Hey’s! How are you’s!’

I love learning within my industry and I love learning about all these creative agencies that seem to be crossing my life path. I’d actually like to work alongside one. So i’ve been looking around and having a peeky. I saw this guys profile…and i followed him. He’s also quite handsome, so why not! I was telling ‘House of Solo about it all, as  he started sipping shandy at the bar.

Anyway, In case you didn’t know, every night i’ve got into watching these Vlogs  by Steven Barlett. I’ve been reading up about the whole Social Chain thing and i’ve been inspired, as i’m a creative soul and I enjoy their work, his work…all things of this nature. And i’m doing pretty well right now, aren’t I!

SO, in the middle of the absolute glamourous bustle now occurring at Gino’s ‘My Restaurant.’ A bustle that we all created together…I decide to go onto Twitter, at the Prosecco bar, with my drink and my boobs out dress and WATCH Steven Barlett’s latest Vlog. It flicks on. I can see him and his video being played. But i can’t ofcourse hear any of it, as the ambiance in Gino’s Bar is now filled with a  loud, yet comforting buzz of creative, fruitful, social, excitement. It was beautiful. I love the feel of that noise. It’s satisfying.

However, LET ME TELL YOU, the clever thing about his Vlog is that it absolutely ran subtitles. So i was able to sit in the middle of this beautiful Prosecco bar bustle and completely absorb the whole entire thing! I got to glamourously razzle my liver AND absorb knowledge.

I even used up my LAST ONE PERCENT OF BATTERY LIFE on watching Steven Barlett’s Vlog. I would NEVER give up my last one percent of battery life. And i know you’re never going to read this…But if you do…that’s how special you were in that moment. Lol. Phone died after that! (FUCKER.)

Then like the magic had happened…’House of Solo’ got all into this whole Noir Agency/Social Chain/Steven Barlett Vlog thing. (Copy cat.) He knew that he had lost my attention to something. He’s also a creative human. He knew that i had found something great that i was interested in and that’s shit when you’re drinking with someone isn’t it. Hahaha! I have no manners. But GREAT manners all at the same time. 🙂

He got hooked and started following everyone. I even told him that i had emailed The Social Chain last week and no one replied. He laughed and told me that they didn’t care about me. Lol.

‘Eww! DON’T KICK A GIRL WHEN SHE’S DOWN DUDE! HAHAH!’

(We’re still nestled at Gino’s Prosecco Bar at this point…and everyone is now staring at us.)

Then we started making these weird bets. So as I was Tweeting the fact that I was watching Barlett’s Vlog. ‘House of Solo’ decides to Tweet him for a meeting? What!!!! I guess, all’s fair in business and Prosecco. Hahaha!

So I predicted that Barlett would ‘like’ my comment (and he did)…as who wouldn’t, i’m inspired by the Vlogs and i usually watch them in bed for utter mind comfort. (That sounds creepy. Hahaha!) Anyway that day, I was watching it from Gino D’Acampo’s dazzling new venue, surrounded by baby blue, glass and joyous sophisticated bustle. Day had turned to night and we had accidentally been there for hours, without realizing. That’s when you know you’re having a good time and you’re in a place of wonder, that does not constrain you, or limit you to a schedule.

Anyway, I then told cocky ‘House of Solo’ that if he actually got a reply from Barlett…(thinking that he wouldn’t…and he didn’t) i’d kick him in the balls! Haha. I didn’t get to ‘knacker ball’ him.

Life was good! My pre birthday brunch was a marvel. I couldn’t have chosen a better place to just lunch, live and enjoy!

At the end of our time, we were given two magical gold coins…(Sounds like a fairytale.) With these coins and as you leave the restaurant, you are to go dip into a tiny, glamourous photo booth, which is equipped with a green screen and everything…and as a souvenir of your time spent at Gino’s, you can take the most fun photobooth selfies, with various hilarious backdrops to treasure forever!

Amazing right!

Here are mine!

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The most delicious new place for you to enjoy and I mean that sincerely, as we didn’t even want to leave! For crying out loud and you’ll only get this is you are from Pontefract….’House Of Solo’ loved his time so much that the words, ‘We should go to Biggies’ flew out of his mouth! HAHAHAHAAA.

We didn’t go to ‘Biggies.’ Instead we got dropped off to continue alternate life paths. Lord knows what he did? But i went home to cuddle up to my little Ruby and Junior. (I’ll be taking both of them to Gino’s in the New Year.)

You know, it’s one of the only places where you can feel both stylish, yet so comfortably at home all at the same time. And i mean ‘kick off you kitten heels & have a laugh’ at home.

A truly great find and what a wonderful way spend part of my giant birthday weekend! 🙂 I’m so glad that i’ve officially smeared my Wunna glitz on that place!

Wunna *hearts* Gino D’Acampo’s ‘My Restaurant’ Leeds!

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