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26 June NewSo I have been a bad bad person. I have not updated, kept anyone in the loop and have been terrible about visiting everyone. I would love to give you a fabulous excuse, like I have been in Bali sipping on cocktails soaking up the sun, but that would be a lie. I just have not felt like blogging. Which is sad, it seems such an effort to update everyone ~ and I'm sorry. It has been a long time since I started this blog and I used to be well behaved, that all seems to have gone to hell in a hand basket now. Well - ok, so the big news is I have decided to Stay in South Africa, while London was good while it lasted there is no place like home, and hell it's not like I never travel or anything like that, so I can't even say i will miss out on that! My reasons are pretty simple, the permit was taking way to long to come through, the band is back together, and you all know how much I love and miss the band, my mates and family are here, and my social life in SA is unsurpassed anywhere else. so hey - that's it, my good reasons to stay. The most arb thing I have done of late would have to be joining a flash mob. Now for those of you who don't know what a flash mob is here is the def: A flash mob (or inexplicable mob) is a large group of people who assemble suddenly in a public place, do something unusual for a brief period of time, then quickly disperse. So we all gathered at a flea market, and did a protest. We could protest anything we wanted too - so mine was "SAY NO TO MEN IN TRENCH COATS, EATING PENGUIN SANDWICHES, ITS JUST NOT RIGHT!" There were about 40 of us, we meandered through the market, singing and shouting our slogans and then we all dispersed. It was highly entertaining. I'm so going to be at the next one as well! Whenever it is, whatever we do - I'm in!! Work has been good, busy but good, my flat mate has moved out, which is also nice, I think London got me over the whole living with others thing. She has found herself a new place really really close to work, which will work well for her too! The only bad thing is that my place now looks like a bachelors pad again. All the furniture is mine, but the girly touches were hers, I suck at that stuff, I'm the least girly girl you will ever meet, so I have been trying to replace those... which has been amusing! I'm normally so sure of my choices! There is so much I have to do, and I'm learning how to do it all myself, from curtain rails to changing light fittings and all that crap... oh god... I'm becoming domesticated... shit. Is anyone else over the moon that Paris is in jail?? it makes me warm to the depth of my big toes! as for her hunger strike - please, stop piling on the sympathy and let her do it. its called consequences love. Learn how to deal with them. I'm sure she will come out a new person, adopt a kid from Africa and become an Angelina Jolie carbon copy. or not. who cares, she gets far too much attention anyway. so... moving along. Lindsey Lohans parents are attending therapy. oh come the hell on - lets jump onto the media attention bandwagon shall we?? I swear a girl can't go up and party it up anymore without being dubbed an alkie!! If she was a normal person, without the fame and all that jazz I bet she would just be seen as a bit wild, and not as a hardcore, needs rehab and therapy every other month sorta person. I swear, her, Britney, Paris and a few others should all just be exiled to some survivor like island (minus the camera's) to self destruct! That would make my week you know. Jennifer Aniston is back on the dating scene, and apparently her new man is better in bed than good ol Brad Pitt. YAY JEN!! I used to looove Brad, and still love his movies like snatch and a few others, but he really doesn't do it for me anymore, must be the instant family he has acquired. And the fact that he now just acts like a drip, what Angelina says, he does! ugh, where have all the cowboys gone? Now this is my best: Berlin - Germany has barred the makers of a movie about a plot to kill Adolf Hitler from filming at German military sites because its star Tom Cruise is a Scientologist. HAHAHAHAHA - please man, they saw him jumping on Oprah's couch and thought "sod that, we don't want mad cow disease in our country!" That man has issues, big ones, I'm wondering how Katie does it - you know, not killl him that is! Maybe it has something to do with being hung up on the past when he was still normal, and endless hope. Well - she certainly has staying power. Eddie Murphy has been declared, through DNA, the father of Mel B's child. Now look who feels like a jackass for claiming otherwise. I used to like him, but hell, who is he to turn around, accuse her of being a slag and sleeping around, give BAD press and then walk away from this unscathed. I think not. Time for a scathing people - brace yourself. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie - You really should be happy that this child is bringing you out into the spotlight as opposed to the reviews for the movies you have been making over the past few years. I mean what the hell happened man? You used to be decent, now all you can do is act as all the characters in several movies, making bad jokes and shouting shit loads. Have you lost your confidence? did your acting mojo run out and now all you have left is fumes? what, what was it? because so many people would prefer it if you just quietly retired as opposed to come out with another movie - any movie. For the love of all things breathing, please please please - stop abusing your ex in public, move into a cabin in the wood and just fade away. We would all appreciate it. We might even remember you fondly then. Well - that's me people Look after you Have fun and chat to you all soon! Loves and hugs Julz 04 June LatestLife, love and a few giggles on the side.
Well life has stayed at the same frantic pace since the last time I wrote. Lots of work, and lots and lots of partying. Yes I’m still in South Africa, still trying to get back to London, but I’m now getting to the stage that if I stay or if I go back, either one will work for me, but I would like to know for certain which one is happening. It’s frustrating at times but I’m also learning to take the stoners approach (No, I am not by any means what so ever saying I’m a stoner – that’s about as likely as Madonna being a virgin… the singer people not the one from the bible… if there was one in the bible – I don’t know!) of hey – whatever man!
My folks, ironically enough, have just been in London, hoping to bring back with them my backtracks so I can do a singing show for them and the rent a crowd that normally comes to the gigs, and are currently having a blast barging in France with friends! (tough life huh?) so I have decided to take full advantage of them being away by staying at their place… they have all the creature comforts I might get just a little too used to using in their absence. DSTV (satellite TV), under-floor heating, showers with the sort of water pressure that could beat a man to death, a Jacuzzi and a sound system that could blow your clothes off (mom, dad – if your reading this… I love you ;) ) The traffic to work in the mornings is fine, trying to get back though is a whole different story, I think I will need to find a new route! (an hour to travel what should take 15 minutes, is a wee bit on the ridiculous side)
Recently one of my old house mates from London was out here, only for a few days, but it was wonderful to see her before she jetted home to New Zealand. We managed to go see the theater production of the Lion King which has a fantastic South African flavor thrown in by using a mixture of our languages (no, not all 11 of them, roughly 3 out of the 11. 4 if you include English) it was fantastic, the way they did the animals was brilliant, hell watching the zebra’s almost made me want to go for a steak! The following day we went to the lion park and played with lion cubs. They are such arrogant little buggers – they sort of lie there and seem to indicate that if you want them to play with you then best you make an effort to get them excited. My favorite was still a few years ago when I got to play with baby tigers, now those are enthusiastic little buggers. You enter the holding area… they zone in on you and make a leap – it’s like you are a human jungle gym to them, they seem to radiate the whole “OOOH OOH PEOPLE!!!!” vibe, hmmm – I so need to go do that again.
On Friday I had the misfortune of going to watch Spiderman three. How in the name of anything even remotely holy did that get good reviews? I mean hell I went in a fan of the whole Spiderman thing and I swear I almost died of boredom in the actual movie. My mates and I sat there taking the piss the whole time (that was the only thing that kept me from alive), and the patriotism was something else… Spiderman does a flying leap through the air, lands on a skyscraper and right behind him is a larger than life American flag taking up the entire background. I know patriotism is huge in America, and no offence to my American friends reading this – but that really was over the top. To the point of “vomit on my shoes”. Between the bad story line, the constant high pitch screaming of Kirsten Dunst (that woman is such a slapper in the movie) and the whole evil geek thing they had happening – well if there is a Spiderman 4, me thinks I shall have to give it a skip. We even left before the movie was over we couldn’t take any more of it. Unlike Pirates of the Caribbean. That could be due to the whole scene where the ENTIRE ships crew is made up of Johnny Depp – mmmm even as a slightly gay, excessively drunk, and in desperate need of a bath pirate, that man is a god. The scenery was magnificent, special effects were brilliant and the plot… well it was ok but with eye candy like that, who was listening to what they were saying anyway?
Friday night was a bit of a blast to the past, a friends birthday took me back to the club The Doors. It was one of those places that was cool to go to back in the day when in high school, and for a few years after that. The music is still rocking, the booze, when you can actually get it (an HOUR to get a drink at the bar at one point) is cheap which is all fantastic, but I so need to find a new spot to dance if I go back… where I was standing had the rank smell of overpowering body odor. It ranged between fresh (as such) and “hung around for weeks” stench. Between that and the tosser next to me jumping up and down like a complete redneck at a free chilli and beer twang music festival, well – I’m thinking next time I shall need to take a cattle prod and face mask with me. That aside I do like the music – and there are so few places to go to now with old school rock/heavy rock and metal playing.
Saturday was the rugby in the afternoon where South Africa THRASHED England for the second consecutive game in a row 55 – 22 to us, and no, I cant wait to rub it in to all my co workers back in the London office, nor a few of my friends out there. I love rugby, it’s a game that game that can really get me going – hmmm maybe I have aggression issues?
Saturday night we decided it was high time to don our skirts and heels and head out to a club completely different to the one from the night before. This is one of those clubs that plays doff doff music – the people are exceptionally conscience of the way they are dressed, how they look, who has the best manicure (or something equally stupid), and hell I was just there with crazy friends, and yes they are completely crazy, to have a blast, try a new club and dance. It so didn’t happen at the first club. Amazing décor, the place looks stunning, all staff are good looking and friendly but when we finally gate crashed the private function upstairs, well they might as well have handed us a pacemaker and a walking stick. That and I sorta felt bad for the person who’s 21st it was, she had a non stop powerpoint slide show of pictures from ugly baby to current day blank but pretty enough, of her running on the walls – now I’m sorry but I wouldn’t want strangers looking at that, it just seemed wrong… so off we trotted to the closest club, trading one pretentious overpriced place for another, from Black Orchid through to Tanza Night, where we surprisingly enough had an absolute blast. Enough so for me to say that I would happily go back, even though it is so the wrong genre of music for my liking.
Sunday I did as little as humanly possible, I made a HUGE pot of soup – aaaaand I think that was my achievement for the day. I almost became one with the couch, but managed to drag myself away to do this write up. Im sure you are over the moon about that!
Loves and hugs Julz
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