drama rama/ pet peeves volume 2

its been a while but i have my excuses yeah. ok so of course i haven't beem snowed under with work or anything, lets not get ahead of ourselves eh? but just a case of more school night boozings, a whole heap of hair of the dogs and enough hangover tv watched to last me a lifetime. and now this week all i want to do is drink rosy lee refills with a bowl of m & s macaroni cheese (which by the by, has gone from £1.99 to £2.04 recently. bastards). and watch glee. perfect.

anyhoo, another week has gone by for me to notch up another list of daily annoyances i have had to endure. its a never ending story.

amber rose

sorry what is it that you do?? other than look like a bigger dick than your shorter than you boyfriend kanye west? you're annoying.



jay sean

apparently the asian version of justin timberlake. righty oh.
but OMG, he is blates the ultimate bad man cos he screeches out ALL his songs with lil wayne AND he wears revolting louis v diamante belts along with gem encrusted crucifixes/rosary beads AND speaks in a ridiculous faux american accent when really he's from bolton. AMAZING. i am defs "down, down, down, down, down". to my last nerve.

the "old school garage wasn't around when i was 13 but i still love it" girls

after sneaking in through the 'artists and press' VIP queue at SOME night at the den last week (apparently i'm with the gentlemans dub club. dont WORRY about that. suuuuuure i am), got to the bar to see a bazillion offers about vodka redbulls along with 3 hench pyramids made out of red bull cans only to be told... there was no red bull. fantastic.

it was ram jam and as i tried to make my way down to the dirty dubstep room after having to escape the funky house/ uk funky (as my boyfriend says, anything that has to use the word 'funky' is just wrong from the get go) tripe that had started to infiltrate, i was getting stilletoed left, right and centre by 18 year olds in topshops latest platforms.

get out of my way.

cos i'm actually alright for 'glam grime' raving attire, 8 inch heels, batty riders and a new era hat. go on, bap on an ed hardy hoodie and you really COULD be in the next tinchy stryder video. dream a little dream.

moving swiftly onto the next room. old school garage pumpin and on comes miss dynamitee-heeee. look, just sing 'boo' and then go...we don't know your new stuff and we don't really care. you ain't making a comeback. anyway what really peeved me was the singalong crew behind me. after the mc's were telling us to "throw your hands up for aighty aighty" (thats haiti to you and me)the 'we love garage but were actually only 10 when it came out' girls were screaming and "when i say, you say, we say" ing in my friggin ear for the rest of the night. ohhh maybe, i was just being a grouching party pooper cos in the back of my mind i had 4 hours of sleep to grab before work and all these young guns had to think about was their 1pm lecture that they had tomorrow on conceptual art but were inevitably not going to go to. the life eh?

so yeah, thats all for now folks. do keep your eyes peeled for more wooly condom wearing pics of miss rose, i'm sure shes got an array of retarded costumes to showcase in the coming weeks.