boy numero 2 did call in the end on Sunday and i went out for a few drinks with him... probably illadvised as i don't fancy him, but as long as he doesnt turn into a limpit, s'all good.

Tis the blondes birthdays today - they are 25 and 22. Hmmm. The thought of the blondes makes me very happy to be leaving here in two months time. Agh! Only two months to go! Tis a scary thought. Back to London, reality, toil, extra-fun and friends. Or what's left of them. They're all dropping like flies at the moment into mortages and marriage... I got another email from someone last week bearing proper grown-up news - one of my friends, one of my most glamorous and fabulous friends who i met whilst i was living in Paris is gonna drop a sprog in five months time. Obviously, I hadn't spoken to her for a while, and i was SHOCKED at this. No more debauched nights out dancing with her, then.

Which brings me to the scary question of who on earth am i gonna play with when i get back? Everyone is playing happy families and i am certainly not yet prepared to give up my london lifestyle and start playing Bridget Jones at dinner parties... eeek!

As I have, apparently, lost my stylistic identity of late, I have decided to stick to buying/wearing a more classic style until I remember who I am again. THis style identity crisis I'm going through is not good.

Here is a photo of me wearing what i bought while I was up in Glasgow... definitely worryingly atomic kittenesque. Like since when did i take my clothing inspiration from insipid popsters? Gah!

Hurrah! I am 25 today, again. Decided I'm not quite ready to take on 26 as an age. Anyhoo... am off to cook a fantabulous dinner for peoples, so must dash... in the meantime, have a piccie of me and dan poncing about in my bedroom...

kisses...

PS Selfish, yup, that pic is indeed me on the toilette at a visit to a night spot not so very long ago...

Was lovely... and the first one i can remember from start to finish in several years.. Didn't wake up yesterday with a sore head, sensitive nose, or with any unexpected extra inhabitants in my bed...

Unlike last year when i woke up with the worlds most almighty comedown in a bed with a boy, somewhere in north london and no idea how to get home. Considering how fucked i'd been the night before i was pretty pleased when assessing my companion that my ideals of aesthetic had not been diminished by drugs and alcohol...

This year was entirely civilised... i cooked dinner for six at home which was delicious, and then went out for some cocktails afterwards... treat. I'm sure, however, that i shall be making up for such good behaviour when i get back home...

after silly amounts of fun in Milan at the weekend... had a friend over who was looking after the two British grandaddies of house music in Milan so I went up to meet her... I am still in recovery. Ow!

Have some pics...

me reflected... one of said grandaddies doing his stuff...

me looking bored (or just dwunk?!) and view of the crowd...

Girl perched...

Italian boys 'AVIN IT!!!

Downstairs in the Rrrrrrrr n B room:

Remarkably, not the same boy... but they'd clearly been taking style tips from the same place...

Italian boys bein rufff: (ie not very)

And, as ever, I was footwear spotting...

and tights!

and ready to go for another weekend! It's taken me all week to recover... surprised i even managed to type coherently on Tuesday! Last weekend was hecticness from start to finish: train to Milan, then was summoned straight to the Dolce and Gabanna bar for cosmos... possibly THE most lookie bar i have ever been in - all mirrors, slickness, dolce clad staff and beautiful bouncers... then to the hotel to change, then dinner and then dancing and lots and lots of Vodka... came out of the club to find that i had been squealed by that Diego boy. Oh dear. He fecking got it. Proper shouted at him for even daring to call me. Then back to the hotel where the mini bar was duly raided, we watched MTV and danced to Jemelia and Kevin Little... collapsed into bed and then woke up the next day and spent the equivalent of what i spend in a fortnight on food on roomservice... well, i was invited, twould have been rude not to! So here we are at Friday again...

right kiddies, I'm offski, have a good one! catch ya laters...