There Must Be Something...@ Ocean Rooms

Elissa and I got our poses on at a random night in Ocean Rooms. We played dares, at one point.

I made love to a pillar in the middle of the dancefloor.
Elissa shouted 'KILL ME NOW' at the top of her lungs in the middle of the room.
We chatted up a hot barman who turned out to be a Leo and was also gay. He winked at me when I left, which is always nice.

Seriously finding any reason to write a post to get this whole blog thing going.

Mr. Luke Worrell...

An obsession of mine, Mr. Luke Worrell.

AKA, the next Kate Moss. He's from Croydon, is very little and smokes and drinks but still looks amazing. And now he's going out with Kelly Osbourne! And he's best mates with Agyness. If I saw him in the street, I would have to rip off his shoes and lick his feet. And then make love to him.

My First Blog

So this is my first blog post. Welcome to my life, full of lots of weird goings on... friends, family, lies, artwork, fashion, photography, comic books, opinions, facts, and all the rest. It's going to be quite a ride. I hope.

At the moment I am a complete mess. This is one, and probably the most important, of many reasons as to why I've chosen to start blogging.

See, I'm in the process of moving house. And it's all gone considerably well - I've managed to arrange, single handedly, getting a brand new house for me and my best friends. It's taken a lot of time, effort, stress and tears, lots of money and talks with a very bizarre, over weight Chinese man... but I've finally found a small house in Brighton that has 4 lovely bedrooms, a nice living room (one that doesn't smell of shit or mould... great!) and most importantly, a bath. So it's all great, really. It's just the space inbetween that's getting to me.

See, everythings changing. Like, everything. I'm saying goodbye to my life here, in this house. Everythings packed up into boxes and I'm going to have to say goodbye to one of my best friends Irish Jenni. A girl who, is by far, one of the most amazing people I have ever met. And soon, she'll be gone. Back to Belfast, whilst I get in my Dads van and drive off down the road.