MARCHING ON

Time's marching on and not long til i head back to NYC. I'm so excited - I've enlisted Rod who's studying to be an advanced personal trainer to help with the regeneration of Cassie. This involves, hitting the supermercado tomorrow after work and being healthy but sumptious with my eating plan rather than the chocolate and crisps and burgers that are just so damn tempting. I'm determined to slim down even slightly for this trip, now I ain't ever going to be anorexic but I did manage a good bit of bulimia at the weekend.

I had gone out for a Friday night ripping up the disco with the girls, Jon, Jon, Marc and David. A bottle of vodka and another bottle of sourz later, we were ready to hit the club - and I think I hit it full pelt as I spent most of Saturday morning with my fingers down my throat. Not exactly a classy image to project as it was mostly projectile vomiting but it had to be done! I was not back to any sense of normality or not thinking I was going to hug the toilet again until at least 2pm - shameful and I do still remember the night which must be a good thing! Saturday was spent staying in recuperating and I was in bed reading a book by 1am on Saturday night (I'm turning into my parents more and more every day!) The book however was one of the best I've read in ages - Belle De Jour. This is the diary of a London call girl, Billie Piper's just starred in the TV adaptation although I don't think they could really broadcast half of what Belle gets up to in the novel. It did show to me that I'm not a total sexual pervert and am pretty tame in my tastes compared to some my friends will be pleased to hear. I think they think I'm the Filthiest Person Alive - like Divine in Pink Flamingos although she really was, she ate dogshit and stuck a steak up her cunt which are two things I've never done, although I have taken some good meat in my time. (Bad joke alert!)

But back to operation New York - Broadway stagehands are still on strike which could spell D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R for shows not hitting near capacity. I just wish the bigwigs could organise something as I want to see some fabulous shows when I go and if these stagehands don't bite the bullet and accept terms, they should just hire new ones who do. So anyone who knows of anywhere fierce to go in New York then let me know - bear in mind, I've done most of the touristy stuff and want to take in a musuem or two and some dingy sleazy bars haha - suggestions on a used condom please!

Now I'm off for some situps and watch some Janice Dickinson go crazier in the jungle and hurl abuse at big fat Lynne Franks who quite honestly, deserves to be lost in the jungle never to return. Like Janice I'm sick Lynne's chanting sessions. I'm not a celebrity - get me the fuck away from Lynne Franks.