A girl's gotta suffer for fashion

The worlds most beautiful midget was voted Best Dressed Woman of the Year by Glamour Magazine. Last year she came 26th but her makeover after chemo she has found a new fan base and matured into an adult artist. Good to see that she's not trying to look 21 anymore!
Her new title makes us (almost) forget about they way she used to look.

Hackney

A friend of mine told me today that Hackney had been voted the worst place to live in the United Kingdom. Not so surprising since Hackney is filled with violence, drugs and general abuse. Not to mention the fact that Pete Doherty lives there.
I spend my days in Shoreditch and that's an area filled with trendy people, bars, nice restaurants and shops. One of my favourite bars is on Kingsland Road leading up to Hackney. If you go under the bridge a whole new world emerges. The people seem harder, the atmosphere not as friendly. Just from walking under a bridge.

Leaving Logic and Reason

The last few years I have travelled extensively for work.
It is indeed very interesting although time consuming and sometimes exhausting. Meetings and being jet lagged is a bad combo. One of the downsides to spending a lot of time on the road is the food. I mean you gotta eat and sometimes there is no time and place for proper food.
Like the tomaaddo foccacia in the US Starbucks or a lonely meal in a restaurant somewhere.
You know the feeling?

This picture is probably the lowest food wise of all my trips.
Last year I was sitting in Gatwick airport (ewww) waiting for my flight to Madrid. It was 7am and I was hungry like hell. THIS bag just made me go off food until I got to Spain since this is probably the weirdest advert I have ever seen. The usage of words like 'fanatical' and 'obsessed' does not make for a positive and cool way of describing your company. Not to mention the idiocy of throwing away food after three hours! Just make less sandwiches an hour or give the sandwiches to shelters and the homeless. For fucks sake!

How Very Very Double Dare You?

My Neck, My Back, Lick My ***** and my *****

Unlike Derek here below I don't care that much what people think about me. And like some uptight people I've met lately I don't have an issue with talking about certain stuff. (Oh yes, you know who you are.)

One hot topic amongst my friends is if we were women what kind we would be.
Would we be a Victoria Beckham? Pretending to be a clothes rack with plastic tits? Would we be a Jessica Simpsons with tits instead of a brain? I guess if you are her you don't need a brain since you have employed people to think for you.

I realised early on that I would deffo be the baby sister to Khia and Bunifa.
These two lovely laaydeez really know how to make people feel sexy and special.
And I would deffo be one of them.
I would strutt down the street in my weave and have kids with several men and marry a rich old guy and be settled for life. If I needed quick cash I would just sleep with a celebrity and simply sell the story. Bootylicious! What kind of female would you be if you could choose?