'Dearest Kebab Kid,'

' I know that what im sayin may sound full on, but I like you a lot and writting the previous message was hard enough for me and i dont want to seem like a fucking bunny boiler (?!) it's just when you ask me to meet your family and stuff then it seems like it's more than just friends; and that's what I want. I understand it's hard cos of my age, but what we have is good and as much as I am laid back every girl, no matter how secure, needs reassurance. I don't want to put pressure on you but you obviously know how I feel and I know you feel the same, so simply and surely we are what we are and lets just admit it to each other.'

Written and directed by Mr Andrew Soar (Legend)

The night Steven Fry lost my glasses

So I get begged to go to some party my friend is doing, he offers me a lift in his Range so i'm like ' OK FINE!'

It's at 1 Portland Place, the isolated Church which is incredible for all kinds of functions.

This happened to be Damien Hurst's arty-farty-party.

All I knew was there was glow sticks and cocktails so I went wild.

After about 5o free cocktails, or there about, I spotted Steven Fry across the room and made my move.

Forgetting that I had been playing around with glow sticks and had essentially dressed myself in them, head to toe, I nonchalantly walked over and said hello to a mutual friend of ours who then introduced me to 'Steven'. I played along as if i didn't know who he was, asking for him to repeat his name because I 'didn't hear' (i'm a dick, I know).

During this short awquard conversation, we managed to exchange glasses, as he liked mine and I liked his.

Damien Hurst was incredibly late to his own party and I made some bad joke about him being

'busy at home encrusting his balls in diamonds'.

Unbeknown to me, him and Steven are BFFLs.

At this moment, as Steven is basically trying to edge away from me, Damien bursts in with a horde of paparazzi following him, and comes straight to Steven, his BFFL, and me.

He may have wanted to ignore my existence but the fact that I was dressed as a glowing beacon made this impossible.

So he did the opposite, spinning me round and admiring my efforts saying I was like 'one of his artworks'.

The doors are being forced shut to keep out the paparazzi but they scream for one more photo,

so Damien grabs me and Steven for one last shot.

This was in the metro the next day.

But I hope never to see that photo again.

ANYWAY, in all this ruckus I duck out and run to the dance floor for a full and crazy boogey with a friend. Eventually, as I begin thinking it's time to leave I realise that I can't actually see....

I run back to where I had met Steven in the reception area but he obviously wasn't there anymore, he could have easily been somewhere else in the building and I maybe could have found him. But try reasoning that to a drunk girl.

Instead, all hope was lost and I stumbled home blind.

My mother the next day demanded we call Steven Fry's PA but I didn't think this was such a good idea.

RIP Missoni ( or commonly misread as Mussolini (?!)) glasses

QASIMI night cap

Quasimi threw a party, via Robin and My Beautiful City, but...

o dear

Do they know what they are doing? Probably not. 

TEGAN & SARA

Two day shoot for Matches --> So damn tired

Thousands of lesbians at Shepards 'Bush' --> Awquard

Tegan & Sara's set --> FUCKING BRILLIANT!

Meeting Andrew in Soho --> so much for 'sweet baby' 'I can't believe you cheated on me with Kebab kid!'

Count down

I listened in
Yes, I'm guilty of this you should know this
I brokedown and wrote you back before you had a chance to
Forget, forgotten,
I am moving past this
giving notice
I have to go
Yes, I know the feeling know you're leaving.
Calm down, I'm calling you to say
I'm capsized staring on the edge of safe
Calm down, I'm calling back to say
I'm home now, I'm coming around
Coming around
but nobody likes to
But I really like to cry
Nobody likes me baby
If I cry
Spelled out your name and list the reasons faint of heart
Don't call me back
I imagine you and I was distant, non-existant
I'll follow suit and laid out on my back
Imagine that
A million hours left to think of you and think of that

Encircle me I need to be
Taken down

Build a wall of books between us in our bed
Repeat, repeat the words that I know we both said
Relax into the need We get so comfortable
Remember when I was so strange and likeable
I just want back in your head
I'm not unfaithful But I'll stray
When I get a little scared
When I get a little...
When I jerk away from holding hands with you
I know these habits hurt important parts of you
Remember when I was sweet and unexplainable
Nothing like this person, unlovable
I just want back in your head
I'm not unfaithful But I'll stray
When I get a little scared
When I get a little
Run, run, run
Run
Run, run, run
Run

I felt you in my legs before I ever met you
And when I laid beside you for the first time I told you
"I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you"
And now we're saying bye
I was nineteen, calling
I felt you in my life before I ever thought to
Feel the need to lay down beside you and tell you
"I feel you in my heart and I don't even know you"
And now we're saying bye
I was nineteen, call me
Flew home, back to where we met
Stayed inside I was so upset
Cooked up a plan so good except I was all alone, you were all I had
Love you, you were all mine
Love me, I was yours right?
I was yours right?

HARRY BROWN PREMIER

So me and a friend get picked up in an Addison Lee and taken to Leicester Square.

I have been, deliberately positioned next to George and Larry Lamb because the guy doing the seating arrangement knew I would be good at annoying them.

What a brilliant film.
Michael Caine is amazing.
Very dark, but so real.
Felt a little like it made out there was no 'good side' to a council estate, which is why I liked Bullet Boy, but still pure genius

The after party was in an embassy on Portland Place, an incredible space. After a few free cocktails and telling Sting's daughter Coco that she was most definitely a homeless person, I met the genius behind it all; the director Daniel Barber.
He said I should consider acting and that I was 'beautiful and smart'.

How very nice.

He must have been drunk too.

I do miss

I miss my dred and my bracelets and necklaces and 'i dont really care' style.
I miss bootcut jeans and bright trackies for trampolining
I miss good rock music and being friends with loads of shit bands
I miss guitar and playing it
I miss being 'gifted and talented'

MAN I WAS COOL.

HAIR

lots of it

Look what i found

I <3 UN

hahahahahahhaah .. ahh good times