Hello!
Sorry for the silence, I've been a bit under the weather recently, but mainly I am just quite lazy. I'm back at Uni now, I hadn't realised how much I missed my little student house til I got back. I need a lot of stuff around me to feel relaxed at home. When I was a wee little Fresher and was feeling miserably homesick, I plastered the walls of my room with photos of my friends and family, and things did start to get a little better. Since we've got this house for the whole year, it means I don't have to move out, so stuff can amass, and boy do I have stuff. Why I need two pairs of free cinema 3D glasses and a bowler hat in my room I do not know, but it's comforting to have around. Having club night flyers and gig tickets on your wall shouldn't make a house at home, but for me, it does.
-Note to any potential relatives reading this- WHILST ALL THE ABOVE IS TRUE I STILL LOVE YOU MORE THAN STUFF AND YOU ARE PERHAPS EVEN MORE IMPORTANT TO ME THAN THE RUBBER SKULL I FOUND IN LONDON THAT SITS ON MY DESK!!!! I LOVE YOUUUU!
Right, moving on.
Chances are if you are reading this, its because you've been directed here by my closepersonalfriend Claire, who has been tirelessly promoting this weedy little blog on her fabulously voluptuous and sexy blog, Jazzpad. If you have some how stumbled onto this without her direction, I implore you to check it out. Hm. If I was a functioning memeber of the blog community I would be able to a cheeky link to it, but I don't know how. So search for it. Trust me. It's worth a google.
In the spirit of shameless flattery and love, here are some things that are brilliant things about Claire, that you may not know.
1. She is actually a man. Sorry, that's not even funny.She is in fact a beautiful lady.
2. She is an innate traveller. She has an internal TomTom and Rough Guide built into her DNA, I swear. We went on holiday to Prauge (fantastico trip and city btw, though the clock was a bit of a let down) and she managed to navigate our way across the city in the dark to our hostel, using the underground system, which was all in Czeck (what do they speak in Prauge!?) and then throughout the trip she somehow knew exactly where to go, and how to use trams and buses ect.
3. She is a part time chauffer With her trusty steed, Paris, she has taken me all over the country, to many gigs, the odd airport, garden centres,Belmont Tower, numerous shopping trips, and even offered to give me lifts back from home from Uni. She is a generous soul and a very safe driver, she never crashed once (though I did alarm her with some news once "No...no...no..no, just no...she knows what I'm talking about...I hope)
4. She's good at French Seriously. At school, she kicked le ass.
5. She is a trooper This is a girl who looks like she's just strolled off the pages of Vouge, and who manages to oraginse her life with military precision, who is always there for her friends, or anyone who needs her, can throw a dinner party that would blates win on Come Dine With Me, can party like Lady GaGa, who manages to be lovely, funny, genuine and insightful, and manages to do all this even when she may be feeling poo on the inside. She is stronger than diamonds, and infinitely more precious.
Here is a photo of us in our natural sate, laughing our heads off
I write all this not in hope of a reciprocal write up on her blog, I writing it because she is....there isn't quite an adjective that can sum her all up...wonderful, brilliant, lovely? Jazzy? Fanbloodytastic? I am aware that I am starting gush now, so I'll call it day, and leave you with the wisdome of Kelly Clarkson, Claire...my life would suck without you.
MWAH MWAH MWAH!
