Desperate times call for desperate measures... to be precise; three slices of toast (one Marmite, one Philadelphia, one Sun Pat) a big bag of garden peas and a very LARGE cup of Earl Grey. Its 1.55am. I’m sure you will be ridonculously excited to find out that there’s not much on TV at this time of night... so I’m having to settle for ‘Boozy Brits Abroad’ (or some shite like that... can’t remember what it’s really called...) So I’m here with my television full of drunk people dressed in tiaras & PVC oddness prancing around Malaga embarrassing themselves. I have decided I don’t know what an expat is... Guess what? I went to DISNEY! Paris to be precise. I had the most magical time of my life. The castle and fireworks and parades and rides and shops and characters and EVERYTHING were just AMAZING. What I saw there and what is consistently achieved never changes. Smiles on every single persons face whether young or old and dreams being made every second. I cannot wait to one day have my own children to take them there and give them that experience. We could never really afford Disney when I was small but I’m so grateful for my Mum for making me wait... I appreciated it so more more as an adult!!! To summarise this brilliant trip, Joey and I spent the entire 4 days speaking in the voice of the Sainsbury’s check out lady, buying oodles more Disney merchandise than I would or could ever need (but... it IS Disney..... so... its OK), whizzing around on rides, eating WAY to much food (including coconut flavoured popcorn - yes it was amazing), always singing too loudly, talking about hot eye candy in code and generally acting 5 years old. The trip back also consisted of a mild meltdown *stroke* adventure. We arrived at the station 1 hour early to get our train home and as we were both gazing up to the heavens on the platform singing the Little Mermaid, a nice French lady politely asked me if ‘I’m going to London,’ which we quite clearly WERE. We were bloody OBVIOUS tourists! Anyway... cue Scooby-Doo style run through the station to find we missed check in, missed our train, got the wrong time from Quentin the happy but unhelpful Eurostar Customer Services Assistant when he told us we needed to schlep all the way into Paris... cue missing that train too but meeting very lovely Ozzy girls on some random Paris metro. Cue calling Joey’s Aunt & Uncle at silly o’clock. Cue yet another random train ride into the Paris countryside to stay in their lovely home upon where we are treated beautifully and fed a delicious meal... Joey’s amazing Uncle even took us to the train station four hours of sleep later at 5am to FINALLY get our Eurostar home to Londres. YAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY. I guess the moral of the story is, Disneyland is amazing but for heavens sake, don’t miss your train home or trust Eurostar people that sit behind desks. Really... the trip mark something very significant for me. I felt truly free and I know its cheesier than Stilton, but standing in front of the castle in my Mickey Mouse wellies and having my photo taken, in that very moment I was 5 years old again. Guess what? Thanks to ‘Boozy Brits Abroad’ I’ve just found out that us Brits are not actually Europe’s most heavy drinkers... The Irish are. HOORAH. We’re second though. Nice. Are cats supposed to wee down plug holes? Mine does. This isn't him though. It still amazes me that people get words mixed up such as allowed/aloud, their/there and you’re/your. When you right anything to me, please, for crying out loud... get it write. It pisses me off something chronic. I really. actually. saw someone spell a word like this today; “Yeh... I knoe what you mean.’ WHAT!?!
Its the Summer holidays already - woo hoo. The weather is still crap though and its been raining consistently. I’ve been spending a lot of time re-connecting myself with my roots up North and am enjoying every minute. Its so important to me to spend as much time as possible with my family, I’ve come to realise more and more just how much they mean to me and how much I love them. I feel very lucky to have such amazing siblings and parents. All of which would do anything for me. I’ve also re-connected with old friends and kind of feel like I’ve found myself before I came to London back in 2006. Not that I’m trying to erase anything from then onwards to the present moment in time, I just feel like I’m myself again. I think relationships are one of life’s biggest discoveries that keep ticking over no matter where you are. I’ve really learnt that you cannot define yourself by a relationship or let it define you... you define it. It comes from a stem of your inner being and shouldn’t ever be any different. If a relationship you’re in changes you as a person for the worse, then its not the right relationship. Of course I’m not necessarily talking about boyfriends/girlfriends etc... this should be applied to every relationship. Friends, work colleagues, even your relationship to food. Have a think about the relationships in your life and ask yourself if you’re truly happy. Umm. I wrote relationship seven times there so I’m guessing you get my point? Travel. I have decided I would like to discover as much of the world as possible and experience the most amazing of things. Next year I am going to Malawi and I’m almost certain I’ve made the decision to travel on from there afterwards. This is all dependent upon where my career is at obviously, but Malawi next Summer looms and I cannot wait to get my teeth into some real life. Anon and Anon II (Mum and daughter) in the flat above argue a lot. Right now, Anon is on the phone to Anon II telling her to come home and asking her why she has no respect, telling her she’s just trying to protect her and reminding her se’s not 18, telling her ‘fine’ go and live with your Father then.’ How do I know this? Because she is screaming at the top of her lungs. To be honest, I’ve never seen Anon II but all Anon seems to do is scream at her. Anon II is 14. I remember being 14... I never came in on time, I sometimes messed around at school and of course I was cheeky and yelled at my Mum. My Mum always supported me however and let me grow on my own. She never smothered me and I always came to my own decisions, usually after trial and error, the right ones. You never realise when you’re young but bloody hell, you need your Mum. I miss mine all the time. Even when I’m with her. I wrote some of this before... and now its now. So... anyway... Come and see SLAY IT WITH MUSIIIIIIC at Greenwich Playhouse. a) because I’m in it dancing around like a cat on Iams b) because its SO BLOODY FUNNY and c) because the cast are amazing! Thanks for listening. Publicity announcement over :] I have sparkly nail varnish on and it makes me smile. I’m going to Big Chill with Bee this weekend. I will dance to Janelle Monae and Metronomy. We will be silly. But I won’t consume alcohol cos I’m driving... don’t need beer to have fun me! \o/ I have developed some kind of shitty bug which means I’m boiling, loosing my voice and coughing approximately once every 2 minutes. My throat is as dry as Gandhi’s flip flop. I think I need to get some halls soothers and then go into an old fashioned lift and then some bloke will come and ‘kiss my throat better’ like in the old 90s advert. Brilliant. I did manage to drink 1.5 litres of water today though... and lots of other drinks too so definitely had enough liquid I think. I think I have peed 27 times already. Apparently Berocca makes your wee luminous. ‘You... but on a really good day.... with fluorescent pee.’ I should really sleep now. Because its late. And I have rehearsals tomorrow. Then I’m going to see my lovely friend in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I wish that I was camping with my Mum in Monsal Dale right now... I miss that place so much. A trip is needed I think. Camping. Now there’s a PROPER holiday right there. If you can enjoy camping, you can enjoy anything. I LOVE it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Derbyshire has some really beautiful places to see and discover. Yeh... big up to where I’m from time :) I do miss it. More so MY FAMILY ARE INCREDIBLE AND AMAZING. WOWWWWWWWWWW. I’M SO LUCKY!!!!!!! Sorry about that... but they are and I love remembering that. Be kind. Be generous. Be friendly. Be still for at least 10 minutes a day with no thoughts at all. Write down your fondest memories. Answer calls. Reply to texts. If you call someone a friend, treat them like one. Keep those you love close. Tell them you love them as often as you feel... not as often as they say you should. Respect others and expect respect in return. Be strong willed. Stick up for what you believe is right. Live. Learn. Appreciate the beauty of the world. Something relative to the first comment of the paragraph is this story I’ll enlighten you with. A little Grace....... I went to Westfield shopping and went into an amazing shop and spent ages looking for the perfect dress. I found it. It was beautiful. (This was about a year ago by the way...) I went to try it on much to the sales assistant’s glee and stepped out of the changing room.... OMG. There was a girl standing right in front of me trying on the same dress, but in pink. Mine was dark blue. Both colours were amazing. We made eye contact and so.... I smiled... “you look lovely” I said. That broke the ice cos she said thanks and then her Mum started chatting to me... I thought I liked her pink dress more than mine and she thought she liked the blue one more... so her Mum suggested we swap dresses and try the different styles on cos we just HAPPENED to be the same size... I tried it on and knew instantly I hated the pink one. She stepped out in the blue and LOVED IT. Spinning around in the changing room like a Princess to her Mum’s cries of ‘Oh beautiful darling, you look stunning... yes... that one!’ I would simply ask the sales assistant for another one so I could buy it too... The sales assistant came back. Shook her head. No more dresses in blue. Nooooooooooo!!! There was an awkward glance as I knew she would fight to the death for that dress... I lost. I couldn’t face not letting her have the dress so told her ‘she could have that one because it looked gorgeous on her...’ “Oh never mind, its OK... You should get the dress.” I told the girl... and she did. Watching my dress I’d practically given away leave the shop, my heart burst! (I don’t usually get this emotional about clothes...) Getting changed back into my jeans and leaving the store I just thought I would check with the assistant if there were any other stores nearby with the dress. NOPE. Sold out. (I’m nearly done I swear.) So... I’m leaving the shop and the assistant runs back after me... “Madam... I’ve just found another dress hidden in the stock room... I don’t know if its the colour you wanted...” I looked... It was.The perfect size. The perfect colour. I walked to the till... paid for my £150 dress and didn’t stop smiling all the way home. I like to think that someone was watching me that day. Remember... No wash, NO NOSH. :] Kimbo XO
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