September 17, 2003
What a month

OK, I've been slack in posting to this but it's been a rather intense recently, and then some. To summarise:

  • Had the Cliterati party, which was ace. I got up the guts to wear a (literally) painted on Cliterati T-shirt and am glad I did. If you ever fancy a bit of body-art, Paul from Art2B is a top man. Highlights of the party (I may have forgotten a fair bit as I ended up plastered) included:

    - Jo King from London School of Striptease putting on a great show for the press, training them how to strip sexily. I'm doing her six week course at the moment and it's brilliant; well worth the £120 it costs.
    - A surreal but much-photographed performance by the fabulous Starr who did very strange and interesting things with inflatable dolls.
    - Baby oil Twister (which I missed - thugh quite how, I'm not entierly sure. It wasn't planned. Some people just started playing it when they realised Firebox had brought a game of Twister with them)
    - Absinthe body-slamming
    - One young lady enjoying herself with five very happy gentlemen (separately, not together)
    - The Cliterati cocktail going down a treat (much like aforementioned young lady) If you fancy trying it, it's got Raspberry Stollichnaya vodka, normal Stolichnaya, lychee juice, cranberry juice, sugar syrup, lemon juice and a tiny amount of maraschino cheery juice, served in a martini glass with a cherry on the side.

    Ended the night with a group of journos and comedy writers back at my flat and the glorious discovery of two bottles of cava I'd forgotten all about. All in all, a good evening, even if I ended up sleeping in the kitchen because my bed and futon were both full of drunk (but very entertaining) people.

  • Had a breast cancer scare that turned out to be a lymphatic infection but not before scaring the crap out of me with a 3 inch by one inch lump under my arm that kept growing every day. It went away when a lovely doctor gave me antibiotics and told me to stop using antiperspirant - though not until I'd already seen one doctor who thought I should get checked for cancer. Luckily, after I followed doctor two's advice, the lump shrank as quickly as it had grown. Antiperspirant, don't do it, kids.
  • Finding out I'm a finalist in the Erotic Awards as campaigner of the year.
  • Going on The Salon and getting a new haircut from the lovely Paul who was totally charming and ace at cutting hair too.
  • Doing more filming with Sky One and ITV for various documentaries.
  • Losing my broadband connection and getting an evil computer virus when I tried to install an ISP from a CD (I won't name the company in case I get sued but I'm pretty damn sure it came off the disc, so make sure you virus check any discs you get from computer mags before you install anything from them).
  • Going to a mate's wedding by the seaside and getting decidedly weepy when they exchanged vows because they were just so in love - always a good thing at weddings, I feel. I never realised I was the kind of person who cried at wedding before as I've never been to a mate's wedding (whether because I have no friends or only know single slut-types, I'm not entirely sure...) and crying at a family wedding seemed a bit lame when I was 11.

    I had the joy of being a total kid on the beach the next day, building a sandcastle with a moat (the kind where you dig really deep in the sand and it fills up automatically), playing in the sea and getting utterly sunburned - something that last happened when I was about eight. I'd forgotten how much it hurts. Scarily, it seems to be going kind of vaguely brown, albeit in a way that the average person would spot only as 'very slightly off-white'.

  • And I've fallen totally, utterly, head-over-heels in love. Luckily he has too, which makes it far less embarrassing; boiling bunny rabbits has never been my scene. Am floating around the place, deeply blissed out and feeling like a teenager. [Remainder of this post cut by editor for being overly sentimental and deeply sickening.]

    Posted by emilyd at September 17, 2003 12:46 AM