15.12.06

Home sweet home for Kiddo.





Hi. 'Tis I. Home again. If I go away somewhere and have an excellent time I get the grumps when I get home. Luckily for me this time I have come back the day before an Arsenal game which will be great - assuming we win of course - and was overjoyed to be so sorely missed by my darling Lulu who was shrieking with relief at me for a whole ten minutes. Poor little sausage. She really is a darling little cat....



Speaking of animals, the picture above is a photo of Jake - the beautiful sheepdog who decided to howl along - tunefully - when I was doing a vocal warm up recently! Nice. Having never lived without an army of dogs around me all my life I remembered just how Lovely they are. And great for security measures - if I got a massive Alsation now the little pleb next door would soon stop screaming obscenities at me, I betcha. But that's another story..


It is also a HUGE releif to be home due to the fact that I had a serious diary moment on the last night of my trip away. (Photo above was in the lead up to the "event" - also proving my new found ahocking revelation that Man United fans do come from Manchester and are, not, all morons....and yes, this is my feeble attempt at getting bonus points in the workplace)
For some strange reason I decided to sleep walk. (Possibly slightly prompted by one alcoholic beverage too many)
I think it may have been some fumbling attempt at getting to the toilet. On walking through the door I realised that I was in a brightly lit hallway. Just as the DOOR clicked shut BEHIND me came the great shock that I was outside of my hotel room. Not only was I outside my flippin' room without a door key, but I was also stark bollock naked and dying for the loo. I laughed for a second which fizzled very swiftly into a nervous one as I realised the seriousness of the situation I'd landed myself in.

After wandering about for a bit feeling scared I found myself sitting on the floor and having a little whimper. I then realised that it could be a long wait and I really got desperate and went up and down the corridor's looking for doors that would open. The bar was closed and locked which stopped me raiding the Christmas tree for implements to dangle over various parts of bare skin but I eventually found a small cupboard with little hand towels in. Oh - and a toilet. Phew! Better than nothing I sort of tried to wrap the little towels around me the best I could and got a move on. Up to the Gov's private flat at the top of the house.


Luckily for me he was a real diamond who chose to politely look at my face and help me out by getting me a door key. The walk of shame leaving that bar this morning I tell you was enough to turn a girl's cheeks scarlet!


Well, it's almost one better than my older brother Kenton being caught by his girlfriend's mother sleepwalking - pissing in the airing cupboard.



Ok. I'm off to the safety of my boudoir for some much needed beauty sleep. Nighty night!



XXXX





Live at the Dublin Castle

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London born and based singer, songwriter - misfit.