As if things could have got any worse........

Anyway. After finishing whinging for Englad on here last night, I tumbled into my self made pit of despair and began filming a TV show I am all set to appear in as a scantily clad supervixen guitarist. No sooner did I arrive for filming than I found that the bag of exciting outfits I had spent the best part of a month preparing was cast aside and replaced by a bag of skater style boy wear. Combat trousers? I was thinking more leopard print latex hotpants....To think it could get any worse out comes the no I'm not kidding - BASEBALL CAP - the sin of all sins.... I'd rather be seen sporting a skull cap than one of those monsters - and after a morning spent skillfully grooming my delicious new high kick quiff into slick perfection you can guess I was not in the least bit pleased.

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After driving to the location which was not only NOT in the MTV studios as promised but OUTSIDE by the side of a busy motorway. It was freezing - and not only was the star of the show Mr P. Kaye nowhere to be seen - Punks stick together and I could have done with some serious back up at this point, but the rest of the band had arrived, who were these unfortunate short ugly boring looking Jazz Musician types. Geeks with short straps and mullets who proceeded to shake their heads dissaprovingly in my general direction. Things had proceeded to get from bad to downright unbearable and this rage of anger and resentment was burning through my body like boiling tar. Upon seeing the costume laid out for me to wriggle into in the back of a not very glamorous transit van I decided I had to rebel.

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Luckily, thinking my part was going to be more of a Poison Ivy type superbitch, stuffed down the side of my Cherry Reds was a sharp flick knife. Which, after taking out two of my fellow bandmates with a flurry of punches and headbutts I decided to do the director in the belly with.

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Thankfully, after being forced into a small square cage like prison big enough for a dog by about five million armed police guards all holding my head down with their boots - I woke. I woke up and I'm here and I haven't done any of those terrible things and the sun is beating in the window trying to kiss me and I'm in a much more resonable mood than I was last night.

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Thanks for your messages bumpkins, I don't stay down for long but it's so sweet of you to check! See. I wasn't alone at all. Catch you later. :-D