I GET THE TRIP AND YOU GET THE KNICKERS

Blogger was playing up last week as I was drafting up a post and it crashed on me so I was in a bad mood with it hence the reason for not posting for nearly a fortnight which is very bad of me. I've been watching a lot of Whitney Houston live performances on youtube where she sweats a lot and has a hint of a moustache but she knocks the rafters out with her voice. There aren't as many vocal acrobatics as Mariah or lately Miss Beyonce but none of them hold a candle to Whitney. I imagine all the crack and eating pussy has damaged her voice now but it's fab watching her sweat it up in a semi drug haze and pulling her voice together to get everyone up in rapture.

Aside from that - I left Polo last week. I loved it and met some lovely people but I think I prefer tumbling out of a club after partying rather than pouring drinks. So it was time to not wear black every weekend and I could sit at my mates and drink my vodka without a care in the world - and that's what I did and I loved it. I've missed that side of Saturday nights and in two weeks I'm off to Manchester for Pride and I have the week afterwards off work. I was reading about Pride last year and it was pretty tame for me compared to my first Manchester Pride and I always vow never to return as it's so busy but who am I kidding? I'll be there with bells on. I haven't been to Manchester for months and need a mini break so I'll be whooping it up with my sisters and on the hunt for some hot cock and hot men attached to them!

Have been slightly bad and bought some Will & Grace and Bad Girls DVDs. Had a slight rush of blood the other night online and thought I'd buy a few items although I promised myself that I wouldn't do that. It feels a bit like that feeling people get when they place a bet. Maybe there's a help group like Alcoholics Anonymous for people like me with TA - Trash Addiction. I'm always on the lookout for the trashiest items to watch or read. For instance, I also got a copy of Imogen Edwards Jones new book, Fashion Babylon. It reads like a fictional story but is peppered with stories of the cut throat and drugged up and glamorous world of high fashion and high jinx. The names have been changed for the guilty except all fashion designers and models stories are completely true (apparently) It's all terribly fascinating getting an insight into this other world where people arrive at photshoots with cocaine and sandwiches, designers cut labels out of Marks and Spencer shirts and pass them off as their own and just how catty and devious the fashion industry is. It's fabulous and I'm devouring it like the guiltiest pleasure possible which as everyone knows really is a double bill of Dynasty and Melrose Place.

David came over yesterday and we sat and watched some Bad Girls - the episodes where Stephanie Beacham arrives as one half of the Costa Cons, Phyl and Bev. Stephanie is brilliant and I love having her in the show. This season also has Amanda Donohoe. Amanda always always does the Oscars links sitting in a studio with Jonathon Ross and commenting on the results as they happen as she's supposed to be some sort of Hollywood actress but actually hasn't been in Hollywood for over ten years and did a sneaky lesbian kiss in LA Law which caused a huge furore at the time. Amanda plays wing governor Lou Stoke - she wears skinny jeans, nice tops and punches inmates who attack her, she's also prone to nipping to lap dancing clubs and had regular membership to them. On top of that she's also shagged the ass off hunkyish doctor Dunlop who the Costa Cons are blackmailing for gin and valium. What I love about Bad Girls on top of the fact that they are all in prison, they very rarely wear the same outfit twice is that the dialogue is ridiculousy cheesy and camp -

"I get the trip and you get the knickers. Or else Grayling gets the knickers and you get the chop" or

"You lived with a witch doctor, didn't you?" and the reply..... "So he said. He had a magic wand at any rate"

With chat like that, women's prison seems almost fun.