Girls just wanna SHOP!

Went shopping with two friends today.

I've known Kate and Sophia for years now and we know literally everything about each other. The only things we don't know are those things that are so unimportant that we can't even remember it ourselves. Of course, in the case of Kate, who rambles even more than I do...she has forgotten nothing and will spill her entire life story to anyone with the poor sense to listen in five minutes flat. (FYI...if you ever meet her...take notes...it's hilarious!).

So yeah, we know all there is to know about each other and because of that Sophia decided that my 'sickliness' was actually just because I was so totally pissed of with the situation with the boyfriend. She called Kate, filled her in and an hour later they were standing on my doorstep demanding my presence on Oxford Street within the next 30 minutes.

They even raided my friggin wardrobe to get me ready quicker.

Their solution wasn't just shopping. No. It was the kind of shopping that involves Anne Summer, Harmony, La senza and all the lovely (too expensive to even dream about actually buying from) shops just off of Dean street...think leather, PVC, silk and (I'm pretty sure) diamond encrusted nipple twirling thingies.

Seriously...if you've got money...there is one serious undies shop at the end of Dean Street opposite Costa Coffee that NEEDS to be visited! It's even nicer than the Agent Provocateur that's two streets along.

It was a pretty good day as it happens. Tonight I'm sitting on my bed surrounded by a bag full of la senza goodies. Dreams of some gorgeous cuffs and shoes from harmony and a brand new rabbit from Anne Summers (Actually the rabbit is in my bedside drawer...can't leave that in the open now!). I'm now about £150 poorer than I was...damn but it was a good shop (And the rabbit is truly appreciated).

Oh and then we went to Haagen dazs for lunch...well ice cream...same thing!

Observation 1 (correction)

Border collies have too much energy for my own good.

Observation 1

Border Collies have too much energy for their own good.

My blogging has definitely taken a hit recently, but can you blame me? (well yes I'm sure you will) You see, after getting those results it hit me...I'm leaving...I'll have a new home and...
I've bought nothing for it!!!

So I've been balancing a bit of a busy life for the past week or so. In between buying new clothes, cushions and duvet covers and trying to understand the complexities that are kitchen appliances, I've also been getting rat arsed with friends, being fed to bursting point on nights out with my family and walking my neighbour's dog for £7 an hour...not great work but a few extra spending pennies is always appreciated!

In fact, I think the only reason I'm here right this second is that I think I've caught some rank stomach bug and do not plan on getting out of bed for the next 3 days. Oh and lets not forget the sniffling cold that has been passed around my group of friends due to the absolutely SHIT weather we've been having recently!

Apparently it's going to be lovely the weekend...great! You all enjoy the sun while I sweat in bed (Oh God if only I was sweating for a good reason...)

(yes things between the boyfriend and I arn't particularly great and sex is pretty much not happening...fucks sake!)

OK so I don't really remember why I started this post so I'm gonna go make myself some sweet tea and watch The Simpsons.

*cough* speak to you soon.

The day has passed

Most of you will know that yesterday was judgement day for thousands of 18/19 yr olds. We found out if all the hard work (cough) and hours of studying we had put in over the last two years had paid off. Whether we would get into uni or be destined for a life working in Woolworth's (as our parents so often threatened us with when our heads ached too much to go to college).

Well....
(in booming voice)
The exam papers are in.

The marks have be made.

The Bell curve processed.

And...Red's A level grades are:

...

....

......(C'mon already!!!).....

ABB!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wooohooooooo! Liverpool better be ready for me 'cos here I come!!!

The gutting thing is, however, that I was 2 marks away from an A in biology and only 9 marks away in chemistry...twat.

But who cares? I can chuck out all my old notes (that I don't need next year) now without fear of failure-jinx! Get in!!

As you can imagine the local wetherspoon's was full of students for the rest of the day (we got our results at about 11am!) and definitely made a profit! From the students drowning their sorrows over missed opportunities to the others determined to kill every brain cell that got them into university just two months ago...there was serious drinking to be done! And with a single shot of JD and coke costing just £1.50 a go...well we found it a bit difficult to get back up the hill to the station afterwards!

Today it is just about sinking in that I got that A...I have been seriously shitting myself the past couple of months and I'm sure I've been running on adrenaline or something for bloody ages and it's finally run out...I'm fucking knackered.

On the menu tonight...death by chocolate and champagne!

Grrrr!!!

If you saw a girl brazenly baring her feet to the torturous London streets with nothing but a couple of plasters on them, but a pair of mustard, peep-toe, 3 inch thin heeled sandals in her hands what would you do?

Laugh?

Point?

Give a dirty look?

STEP on her feet?

Fucking Londoners...I might be one of yer but some of you get on my friggin tits!

I'm not being funny but I walk a hellova long way in my heels. My friends and I do so on a regular basis and very rarely wear flat heels. But yesterday, the weather screwed me up and I couldn't take it anymore. These shoes were rubbing before I left the house (but they were pretty and went with my dress you have to understand) but I'd applied plenty of plasters and hoped for the best. During my shopping trip I walked from Tottenham court road, to Marble Arch, back to oxford circus and through to Covent Garden (all the while shopping in and out of shops remember) the final leg of my journey being from Covent Garden to St Pauls...it was a fair walk.

Problem started with the rain, you see rain rubs off plasters and makes my fake leather shoes hurt more. then the bright sun shrinks the frickin' shoes and they rub even more!!

I was in the kind of pain you would never imagine could stem from a pair of shoes, honestly, with every step I gasped and felt ready to pass out.

So I made the decision. Fuck all of you. The shoes came off and I walked barefoot!

Now, if you ever see a girl walking barefoot, with plasters and CARRYING obviously worn shoes, are you going to be rude? Do you really want me to throw the dam things at you and kick you to a sniffling pulp?

Cos I will....I really fucking will.

Next time: smile, give a pitying look...flirt (my feet were bleeding but the nails were pretty! lol)

Yum

Not ten minutes ago I concluded that I am the best cook on the Earth. 9 minutes and 45 seconds later I'm sure someone else thought the same thing but nevertheless...the dinner I just cooked was bloody gorgeous!

Not so good, however, is the fact I just used the last of my Dad's drambuie for the marinade and I don't think he is going to be very pleased when he gets home!

Mmmmm...seriously, that dinner was good!

Anyhows. I know the other day I promised another post, but during my bath I got a phonecall from my boyfriend. Since seeing him would have involved a 4 hour train journey and £50 we did the next best thing and had a good old natter for the next three hours. And a little bit more than normal nattering too if you know what I'm saying?

He he.

So I'm sorry but that took priority and I have been busy since! How on Earth do people blog every day? And sometimes twice a day? Where is the time??? If you have one of them tim-turner things lend it here!

Yeah...so...where was I?

Oh...and don't even mention that I'm at home on a Saturday night cooking dinner on my own...I know and I ain't exactly happy about it!

The Lowdown

The week just gone was (in two words) fucking brilliant.

Opinions of the following are:

• Harry Potter (film): boring and nothing like the book.
• Harry Potter (book): brilliant.
• Spanish food: divine.
• Sangria: divine(er).
• Being officially the oldest in your group of friends: shit.
• Watching my friend stumble in the gutter after too much sangria: hilarious.
• Brother's new girlfriend: bitch (with a huge nose).
• Finding a new vintage jewellery stall and getting a birthday discount: lovely jubly.
• Having cash to spend in the sales (guess where I'm going tomorrow): great.

• Spending a weekend with my fantastic boyfriend in a suite in a fantastic central London hotel (and not venturing out much): THE BEST

I know there is more but my mind is all jumbled and I've just been handed a new magazine with my new shoes on the front so I'm ever so slightly distracted.

Off for a bath and will post something more later on.

Adios.

Best laid plans...

Always go to pot!

As predicted my full 9 days of birthday plans have already gone tits up and require some serious rescheduling....bugger.

kinky weekend no.1 has been placed on hold and will actually take palce after no.2 (floods, floods and more floods...even my dads 4x4 was having problems!...and no chelsea tractoring us! Its a lil' one and he DOES use it off road!)

Family dinner is being replaced with a night with my fantastic boyfriend (a much inproved plan) and has been moved to next week.

One of the friends that HAD to come to friends dinner and booze up has been pulled into her mum's motor and is now in Cornwall for a week...bugger. Will still be going out but not the same way, that is (of course) on hold.

Oh well....I'm still getting pressies!

ooh ooh ooooooh

(no that isn't part of the kinky weekend ppl)

Oooohhh Birthday plans also include....

Seeing Harry Potter!
How could I forget?

Lol I wonder if someone will buy the book too?

Betcha thought I'd run away?

I haven't died, or run away, I've just been stuck in a bastarding rubbish job for the past 5 days.

God it was awful.

And I've already given up...I'm not proud of that fact in the slightest.

It was a telesales job and I just wasn't cut out for it to be honest. Sitting at that desk for 8 hours a day under fluro lights with bright sunshine streaming into my eyes...well that equals a nast combination of boredom, bad backache (for an 18yrold!!!!) and nasty migraines. Not to mention the fact that with all this energy saving going on...why were the lights on?!

Nah, I couldn't hack constantly calling people, then calling them back to check they were sure. Then calling a couple of hours later with a new offer and all that.

I need money, but not that much.

(I can ask me mum for a couple more months!! He he)

So, I'm unemployed again, but £250 better off for it, with a little bit of extra work experience to stick on me CV, not a totally wasted experience then.

On a slightly brighter note (well dimmer, because I actually turn lights off during the day) It is my birthday next week, no more being a just legal 18yr old, I'll be a fully fledged adult (yeright) at 19...woo!

Plans include a kinky weekend, a family dinner, getting sloshed, a silly day out, a friends dinner out (plus getting sloshed) and then another kinky weekend. I so love having birthdays in the holidays!!!

But then...how often do you actually stick to plans?


Oh yeah....I PROMISE to get this bloody blog looking less brand new soon with something a bit personalised in the sidebar soon!

Confession I

I would really, really like to see the new Harry Potter film.



Sorry for dashing any hopes of coolness.

Bank!!

Is it just me or is Bank station officially THE most confuzzling tube station in London? Bloody hell I spent five minutes walking around the corridors before I even caught a glimpse of a way out sign they I ended up on Lombard street (I think) SO not the street I wanted! Que me walking around like a lost penguin for 10 minutes trying to find the street I was meant to come out on to meet my friends!!. And fuck me how big is it?! It's actually two stations in one...drives me mad! A 10 minute friggin walk just to change trains? Are they having a laugh???

OK enough about trains, I'm not some sort of annorak thing or anything like that, I just go off on rants every now and then...you'll get used to it my lovelies don't worry.

Oh and my notes about the smoking ban causing my friends and I to walk in the roads, risking collision with nutty courier drivers and choking our way along the road? Sooooo true! I've not seen so many people hanging around in the streets since the English Rugby team won the world cup whatsit thing!!!

On the plus side though...plenty of seats inside the pub :)

tired now

I'm tired and about to scramble into bed and pull the covers up to my chin for a nice snuggly night's sleep.

I feel absolutely fucked. Unfortunately not through participating in that act, but feeling fucked nonetheless.

Good luck tomorrow everyone, and remember, if you see a cat called Felix keep him/her close...They're Lucky y'know.

Nighty Night.

Sure it was the lips that done it

I have a job!!!

Oh yes people, the previously unemployable is now earning!!

yahhhoooooooo!!!

Start on Monday, pays great....soooo going shopping in two weeks time!!

I'm a working girl!!

No! Not THAT kind! But I have a job! yay!

OK no more job stuff from now on....well maybe on Monday :P

Guess What?

No seriously...guess. What's got Red all happy and list-making?!

I'm a lazy cow...sorry

It appears I'm already lagging behind in posts. Well I was always shit at keeping diaries so I guess it's the same problem. It doesn't help that absolutely sod all has happened the past couple of days!!!

Still no work but I've decided that instead of dinner I'll pay a student £4.50 for a haircut and new colour...well a new look always makes you feel more confident right?

sob

Finding a job in London, for the summer, with very limited work experience, is bloody impossible.

And I need money!!!


waaahhhhhhh

going to throw a tantrum now, please cover all sharp edges.

I think too much

Encroaching on my last post, I’m putting together my links and there are bloody loads of them in my favourites which I’m thinking about putting on here. But what if someone clicks on one and finds something that they find horrific? (not that anything I read is, but people’s opinions and tastes are obviously vast) So surely the way to combat this is to put all links of specific topics under titles? But then if you neglect to click on one because of its subject you could be missing out on so much!!

Hmmm…just click on all of them people.

Go on…give ‘em a go :)

(When I stick them up of course)

content

Most of the blogs I read have a theme, not necessarily the same theme but each bloggers’ blog tends to centre around something in their lives. It could be sex, it could be work, it could be the place they live. Or it might just be a random collection of things that have happened in their lives, however, even then the content seems to be based on a singular aspect of their lives. Perhaps that’s just for privacy or perhaps it’s out of embarrassment about other aspects of their life, I don’t know. But I do know that I haven’t a clue what theme I should base this on.

Be prepared people, I warn you, this could be very, very random blogginess.

Smoking

So from today no one can smoke inside a public place or workplace, seriously how is this going to work?

I mean, I don't smoke neither do many of my close friends and my boyfriend is in the process of quitting so it really isn't going to affect us in any major way. Except of course for when we are walking down the narrow streets of central London and there are hoards of people standing just outside a building puffing away like it will save their lives. Not only will my friends and I end up absolutely reeking of stale smoke because of all the huge noxious clouds we will have to walk through but we will also have to step into the roads to get around said groups and possibly get run over by a speeding cabbie trying to finish his latest job so that he can get out and have a fag as well.

For fucks sake I thought this whole ban was for the health of the country? Seems like we're gonna be at an even bigger risk now.

Today

Today is a miserable day, not just because every second news story is talking about those bastard car bombs, but because it is peeing down with rain and is far too cold for the 30th of friggin June! I mean c’mon! I know it’s Wimbledon but I’m sitting here in a knitted jumper jeans AND socks! Its cold dammit!


I don’t want to dismiss the bombs completely, of course it’s disgusting and frightening that such a threat exists, but the fact is I refuse to be scared, I refuse to worry. As long as I know everyone I care about is OK and unaffected I will get on with my life as normal as can be.

Remember 7/7? We are not afraid.

As it is, I’ve just painted my nails a shocking red and made myself a loverly (yes lovERly) cup of mango and Malibu tea (it’s delicious try it) and am waiting for my parents to clear off so I can watch Salo uninterrupted without worrying what they will think when they see me watching it.

Tea and a previously banned film…the way to brighten a miserable day. Well, only if alcohol and going out are out of bounds.

And great…breaking news as I type this, a burning car driven into Glasgow airport = all flights cancelled. Will all the fucking terrorists piss off now please?

Mmmm tea.

Edit: Didn't enjoy Salo, in fact turned it off 20 minutes in...

And so I begin

Apparently blogs are going out of fashion. Bollocks. How can something possibly go out of fashion before I’ve had a crack at it? OK stuck up much I know, but seriously? 6 months ago having a blog made you, like, uber chic and now it’s all ‘what’s a blog?’ Well my dearies I’ve always been one to follow fashion, but I pay no attention to when things go out because I’ll just update it and make it my own, I‘m a queen of vintage chic (or so I like to believe!).

So welcome to the natterings of my brain…in a 'soon to be vintage' blog.

I'm Red Lippy, tis nice to meet you all.