warmlove's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Zinedine Zidane adore jouer au foot et il aime manger le chocolate *...Dont it always seem to go/ doo bee doo be doo bee da dee/ they paved paradise, put up a parking lot* Bollocks. I have announced to everyone that I'm going to stay up in London after I finish the rom com film shoot and move into a house up there and y'know live in the bugger forever and shit. So I kind of have to actually, you know, DO IT FOR REAL this time. I had the best weekend and it reminded me how much I love living in country-chic 'n Real Ale land: I did Starbucks in Salisbury with Soph (her weird obssession) and went shopping (bought a completely pointless SKA legends cd pack and a more pointless bright blue pashmina) and went to the (sob, sob, gonna miss it like a well-built, sensitive lover) Ale House for lager shandy refreshment. I was taken to two micro BBQ's later that Friday. (mmmhmmmm one sliced-up-sausage bun with lettuce and ketchup was all BBQ'd food I got though) The second BBQ was round Sophie's Cardiff housemate's house in Poole where there was this girl who'd just had nose plastic surgery and unrelatedly experienced alot of flatulence that evening. The next day I met (broke) Kenny and we went to drink at the Hogs Head and Escoba (with the eel fish in tanks) ooo and I ate a for Super, super Big World Cup Mac or whatever it was at McD's. I'm soooo nice, I picked him up from his house and everything. He's of course all like: " Oh, whatever, you is not moving to London, you will definately be back, isn't it??" (if he spoke like that) Where's the support of my London (non) Dream and my right to relocate to some dreary place I don't particularly want to!) Saturday Night, even Heather (who i thought was completely lost from the 'Chick Power Circle' (thats they gayest expression!) to Boyfriend from Bath) came out from her house to hit the town for my last time EVER. Heather's redeemed herself to me now actually 'cos she loves to drink a fine glass of Magners and Bulmers cider...thats the mark of a fine lady, y' see, It was so sweet because almost every place we went to I bumped into people I knew from working in The Uber Pub Who's Name Shall Actually, on the flip-side of friendly people some irritating Turkish guy in the Ale House played with my hair and fashioned it into a loose, rubbish ponytail for me. Ugghh. It was my suggestion to him but I wasn't serious. Owe Paddo and Sylv 'bout �850 for the money they leant me for my pretty laptop (looks like a huge ipod, little white notebook thing) and I have �120 to last me two weeks plus however long it takes me to find a job minus 5 days to go to The Edinburgh Festival, plus until I pay off me debts. But miney talk bores all, tickles noone's bones so I'll stop. 2 days til the wet, wild and crazy shooting of 'Love Bytes' starts. The 'Love Actually' for 2007 perhaps? I wont be able to afford to feed myself for the duration of filming so when the hunger-hallucinations start, they'll enhance to quality of the romance and comedy, so everyone's a winner! Ah, yeeass! I lov-a zee London! Si! x 10:25 p.m. - 2006-07-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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