Monday 4th February.

Oh, how I wish to be dancing on a sunny open rooftop somewhere with a cocktail in my hand, the sun on my freshly massaged shoulders, some brand spanking new Blanhik's on my feet, Fedde Le Grand on the decks playing solely for my pleasure and a huge wet pool at my disposal. I feel a stint in Palma coming on...........

My reality is it is 9a.m. on a moody Monday morning in West London, sat at a computer with my hair tied up with a pencil in a scraggy bun in a vest, knickers and flip flops trying to upload a bloody tedious website on a PC that is fit for the scrap. Somebody take me out, puurrrrlease??!! I wasn't made for this crap I wasn't. It does'nt work for me it don't. I hate working. I only like singing and I only like dancing and rolling about and that. All the stuff in-between is too boring for me. ME ME ME ME ME ME I AM BOOOOOOOOOORED. Yeah, so I sound spoilt. So what. Let's face it, we all would if we could, wouldn't we? We'd all have one ginormous party til they rolled us into the pit at the end of it all, wouldn't we? Oh, bring on Friday night will ya? Anyway. I can't work the web this morning so apologies for any inconvenience - if you did'nt get your copy of Live Sex On Stage then apologies - you can actually download the tracks on the web page above until the shop is fixed. Enjoy.... I shall try and post the lyrics.

Lotsalove, wanabee party princess. XXXX