...in the ghetto.

Bladdy 'ell lav. I ain't written a post in like... five year's.
So, where shall we start. Saw Alice in Wonderland Wednesday, it was ace! I love Johnny Depp, I don't know what he does, because he isn't that hot, but boy oh boy. I want to marry him. I disliked when he kept going mad haha, but I guess that's what he's about, surprisingly. I think it's the make up, white eyelashes and ginger hair. Clearly. But it's a top film, although I've heard mixed opinion's. Some of my lot don't like it, but I loved it, I guess it's what you're into. I mean, I love Narnia, Coraline and things a little bit weird. I love fantasy and things like that, so I loved it! Harriet did too! :) One of my friends were like "it wasn't what I expected, I thought it would be better." but seriously, what was you expecting? It's weird because I didn't actually expect anything. It's Alice in Wonderland, it's the basic story with a little twist! Anyway you need to watch it!
My bursary comes in this week, tomorrow in face and I'm dead excited...

...and Lauren is coming to stay! It's her Birthday today! So... Happy Birthday Lauren!! It's weird, because this time last year I'd left uni and I'd come back to see Harriet and celebrate Anthony and Lauren's birthday! We done up the flat in balloons and bought them things and stuck things on the door and stuff and that was the last time I visited Leicester. Was really weird.
But she's coming to stay tomorrow night and because I'll have my bursary we're getting ON IT.
I had a good weekend and obviously went out, I went out with my Leanne and her friend from uni - Leo. I told myself I wouldn't get drunk, and well, I did. I got to Liquid and lost Leanne so
ended up with my pal's Annemarie and Laura... god I love them, oh and Mr Lyons.


Clearly, the one with Stuart wasn't Saturday, the one on the left with AMJ and Laura was, god, she got it in a keyring. I look mashed.
So I was shimmying on down with Stuart in Envy and I got a text to go meet Tony and went Charlie Brown's - good lord, it was awful, it made it worse having Adam Holt there! He's such a creep! It's like, WHY. He talked to "me" for hours on facebook when I say ''me'' I mean, he talks to himself. - I didn't think he was that bad, I've been out and he's just got on with it, but he literally wouldn't let me alone, breathing down my neck, it was awful. Grim mate, grim.

Linzi is back Thursday, I'm excited! But the bitch is leaving me again! What a waste bitch! Haha.
But yeah, I spoke to blender, he was like, oh do you miss me? "well I miss your company I guess?" "What do you miss about me?" "Well it ain't you penis that's for sure." "Oh okay, anyway you out tonight?" "Yes, you?" "Yeah, you coming mine after?" "No, I'm staying out tonight" "where?" "at a friends" "who's ya friend?" "his..." "OH WHAT." "HIS NAME IS BOB" "Ohh you got a boyfriend now?" "No, he's not my boyfriend" "You pumpin?" "No! ha!" "Anyway, I don't wanna talk to you now. I'm gone, see you later." SHAME. SHAME. SHAME. Nice suttle way of letting him know, to piss off! God, I hate him! I mean, why?! He's mean.

Oh and I think I have alopecia! I have a bald patch! I thought about it being the glue that I use for my hair extension's, but the glue's been coming out because I haven't put much in. But I don't know, I'm going to keep my eye on it, my Auntie Wendy use to get small patches of it when she was stressed and I guess because of blender it's showed, even though I didn't think I was that bad. Anyway, that'd be it for now!

BURSARY - Wednesday
LINZI'S HOME - Thursday
GO HOME / Out- Friday
GO OUT - Saturday

Good time's.

sippin' on gin and juice.

Give me money

... to do this please
please
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PLEASE

Flat 20

Awh man, so I'm just thinking back to Halloween when this flat loved each other, there was a bit of awkwardness but other than that, every one was cool. I was friends with everyone. Yeah there was a divide but I didn't end up in one.
It's such a shame. Yeah, the boys were loud, but they sorted it. When we came back from Christmas it was stupid everyone just hated each other and things were being moved and things started to get petty. It was so so stupid. Then because of their sillyness... they were complained about and removed. I even remember telling the land lord, no no, the boys are okay now. I'm never here to get a honest opionon. Anyway, they asked to leave. I went down and spoke to the big man and tried to persuade him, but it had already been put through. Now because of that, and the fact that it didn't work. I feel like I'm being terrorised in my own flat. Things go missing. Holly the girl with the bow now feels to slam the door everytime she comes in and out of the flat. Holly and I used to get on so well. But now it's all stupid. It's just a shame. I'm one of those people that don't like to leave things on a bad note. There are some people in this world that I couldn't give a shit about but then there are some where I like to talk to or know that everything is cool even though we have argued or whatever.But it just seems to childish now. We have a our front door post flap thing off because she slammed it to the point where it fell off so she tried to hid it in the rubbish. Kevin found it and it's not sitting in the kitchen. It's just rubbish and I wish I had a flat that would just sit down and drink cups of tea. Fag and bitch and get crunk and go out. But that will never happen because thats what happens when you live with children.

fml...

...its so sad to know that I looked like this three year's ago...

I'm in love...

...with Raspberry Ribena - I love Ribby anyway, but PICTURE the scene, I go into the gayraj to pay fort petrol and I'm like, hmm I know I'll get a piece thirsty, I'll get Ribena... lalal... OMG. OMG. OMG. Raspberry - ouuu... I go back into the car and I'm like OH EM GEE. TASTEBUD SENSATION. Nom mate, nom. So yeah, I'm back in Leicester, surprisingly! Waiting for Pep's to come on so I can watch that, put on itv and go for a nap. I really can't be bothered to go to my 2 o'clock lecture. It's rubbish. But OHHH WELL. Suppose I 'ave to. Fifi and the flowerpot shits.... I mean, wtf. I hate this programme. Why can't they just play Peppa Pig all day? I mean, all the parents make kids there birthday cards/boards and all of them have George or Peppa on them it's like, it's clear Peppa is loved by all so why do you wanna only show one Peppa Pig these day's. MILKSHAKE thank you for playing Peps but you're SHIT. - Language I know.
Ha I came back to the flat this morning, with a picture off the wall - Jordan is so staying here. It's like, babe's. You're going to get yourself in trouble if you get caught. I do wonder sometimes; do people like the police? I get called a drama queen. I'm sorry being involved with the po po is dramatic. Running through the streets of Marsh Farm - LOL.
Anyone would think I live in a bloody hostel - the state of what my flat as become. Vile, bloody vile. Also, I'm SO depressed. fml. I have a spot on my cupids bow. It's like... FML anyway for bringing a spot into my life, but ON MY CUPIDS BOW. Ouch, are you sure?! - I'm going to die.

5minute's till Pep's so... enjoy

ALRIGHT LESTAAA.

I'm still in Luton, so I don't know why I said that. Apart from the fact, I was drunk Saturday and said it to some girl that goes there. Fuck me I shouldn't drink. So yeah, I'm a bit obsessed with Dubstep again. Bad time's. Thanks to Superfly. Oh well, mum and dad ain't feelin' it. Oops.

Had a really good weekend. Tom came round and we discussed our 21st. Then got ready, went to Linzi's and drunk too much. I get too drunk. Then went to Exchange and Liquid - you know the drill. Met everyone out and met that certain male. He's lovely. End of. :) - He said he reads my blog, so hopefully he doesn't read this and make me feel all embarrassed.
I know, I'm going to mention his name but Paul text me last night, what a joke. He's lost his job and is now homeless. shame. but for now I'ma call him - Blender. That will be our code name for him, alright? He text me like, can we see eachother; I wanna feel close to you again. Its like too late, you treated me like shit. Go away and then... *drum roll* we can cuddle and chat all day, maybe pump a bit. How does that sound? - my reply. ''Shit? We're friends, friends don't do that. I will not be mucked about." Ha. Knob. INIT though? It fully makes me laugh now though. So so funny. HOW did I genuinely like that. I mean, I know I'm being mean and I do feel guilty. But wow, look what he done to me. Hmph. Rant OVER.
But yes :) back to cockin Leicester tomorrow but will be having a lovely night out for Miss Helen Smiddy's birthday. Super superfly again.
Won't be seeing Linzi now for like, over a week. She's going to Egypt, lucky bitch ay?- So we went for food, like I always end up doing! Bad times, so much for me trying to lose weight ay?
GOD I LOVE SNATCH. Mainly because of Bullet Tooth Tony :) VINNIE <3

Thomas Bygrave

Also, I want to say, that I love Thomas Bygrave. He's great.

Check out his ONE YouTube video, rate, comment and subscribe to make him more confident to carry on doing more videos!

I just thought I would share this amazing photo. I love it.

Rah rah ouu lah lah

So last night I was Boy George as you have all gathered! Didn't stay out for long, but loved getting ready and Harriet looked a treat! The looks we were getting were so funny! I'm sure people didn't just think I walked around like that, even though there was like, only three of us all that actually looked like we were in drag! But it was an alright night, apart from the fact I had a headache and I felt like a bit of a knob. Back home now in sunny ol' Luton, soon as I got in I went out. Yes I've already had the "You're treating this house like a f**king hotel." But I seriously don't mean it, I'm just a wanted lady. So I got in and went to Chicken George, if you're from Luton or have ever been to Chicken George I don't need to say anymore. Yum. Oh my god, wasn't Eastenders so sad! Poor Max ay? I was so emotional. Eating corn and crying is not a good look! Linzi my ol' mate who's moving to Dalaman in Turkey on April 10th is getting really nervous now we're getting so near bless her, so she need a fag and a bitch and a pit stop in Marks and Sparks, got a creme egg, ribena, fags and petrol and off we went to Dunstable Downs... obviously, it was dark and I didn't take this JPEG.
WHEYY. But this time I appreciated it, there wasn't a lot of people, there was one car and they weren't doggin, so result. It was nice, we just turned off the Heart club classics and listened to...nothing... It's weird, because I live in the middle of a city in Leicester and it's always busy in Luton, you never have time to just be quiet and yeah, it's nice. So we came back and here we are!
So I'm off out tomorrow night with the usual lot, apart from my gays and Hay and Dee, they will be missed. I'm hoping to see a very nice man out; goes by the name of, ROFL or Tony as people call him. Inside joke there, sorry about that. But yes, he is my stalker and I hope this stalker sticks around unlike some annoying ugly ones that just annoy me. Ha, bitter, I know. - Linzi wants to go to the zoo Sunday and I am so over that, it's just money, sometimes, I wish my rich husband would hurry up and find me. I can't wait five more years to find him! God anyway, you must be bored of me blogging about my days. So I will leave you with this amazing... fact:
Dream is a semi-conscious state where we have absolutely no control over our thoughts and expressions (unless we master lucid dreaming). Did you know that most of us spend six years or more of our lifetime dreaming? Research proves that all of us dream at least twice or more in our sleep though we may not remember when we get up. In 5 minutes of waking, half of our dream is forgotten and within 10 minutes, almost all dreams are forgotten. People who are blind from birth too dream. It is just that the dreams of these individuals are formed by other sense such as the touch, smell, sound and taste. During roman era some dreams were even discussed and interpreted in the senate as the dream was considered to be a God sent message for the mankind. Lucid dreams are considered those dreams where person can take full or partial control of their dreams. Most important fact in order to be aware that we are dreaming is practice. Writing down and keeping track of your dreams is very important. Second thing is noticing signs or triggers that can help us stay aware that we are in dreaming state. Once we start dreaming lucidly we could control the imaginary experiences in the dream environment. This is extremely important for people that have nightmares. Interesting facts is that our body is paralyzed during our sleep probably to prevent the body from acting out dreams. Ohhhh yeah!

P.S my sister thinks I'm Nessa- cheeky bitch.

Harriet Mahooshe

SO. APPARENTLY. All I write about in my blog is about Paul - so, I'm changing this.
I'm going to talk about little Harriet. - She's great. She's my other mother, like Coraline, but nice. She feeds me, holds my hand and tells me off... If it's alright to tell Harriet I can tell Mum. Haha, well that's not entirely true! But yes. I love Harriet lots and lots.

Carol Waldock

Went to get my hair did the other day - came away knowing that my hairdresser/family friend was on YouTube - it's a bit cringey at first, but it makes me laugh.
Catherine Tate alert!

oh...dear god.

What a mixture of feeling's I've felt for the past day or so, so after I was sitting in my room dressed as Boy George, that guy decided to ruin my life and argh. Don't go there. So, I'm offically pissed off. I'm back in Leicester...
Last night was so strange, I went out with me ol' mate Linzi for moat and saw my cousins Dean and Patrick who I haven't seen in YEARS. Was mental. Sat there getting pissed off argh argh argh and then sat in the car. "I wanna go out." "Oh Linz, I have to be up at 5:45." "Yeah?" So went out, I was so so drunk. Was texting an ol' flame of mine. God I've still got it.
Met some weird guy from the army, he was from Sheffield and was like a chubs Buzz Lightyear with tattoo's. He was vile though, proper crude, blamed it on his northern ness - yeah because that's alright init. Gross. Again, do I have SLUT or just split up with my bf written across my head? He was massive. Proper thick. WHEY. Haha no.
So I came back and had like, an hour nap. Got up and came back to Leicester, soon as I got in, I was sick. Ergh. Had a nap, drunk more... Pleasant ay?
Yum. Anyway, I'm sooo not in a good mood. I don't like feeling like this. I think being heartbroken needs to be able to treated with tablet's or something because it's really not a nice feeling. Like, nothing I do makes me feel better. ANNOYING. Even talking to the guy I've wanted for like two year's. GOD I hate you males.

"Just cuz I love you, and you love me. It doesn't mean; we're meant to be.'' - I hate that saying, but it's so so true.
So, yes, I don't care if you don't wanna know, you shouldn't be reading my blog if you feel like that! - I said that this would be filled with rambles and rant's.
Anyway... I might post something more on here later, but for now...
Hasta Lueago.

hello Boy GEORGE.

Haha, it's my friend Becky's birthday this week and she's thinking of theme's for it, so me and a few others have suggested being famous gay's, obviously. We are so on that. So I've been Jeffree Star before, I was thinking of other people and even though I wanted to do drag again, I was thinking, Boy George, I know he wears make up so people could call him drag, but he wears it in a manly way, ish? So... I had a go, I apologise now for my dodgy hat. But I don't have many..




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I keep looking at myself in the mirror infront of me and... wow. I look weird.

Fairfield Park, Stotfold

Fairfield Park - because I like spooky things, I went down there last night to take a few photo's. Its really weird, because even though it was an asylum, people are walking around it like nothings happened, or they're not kacking their pant's a bit!
I was into going to all these scary places when my friends all got cars, so I used to research it a lot. I said to my dad, hey dad we're going Fairfield park, which was quite insensitive of me. My grandpa had cancer, in which they thought was dementia and sent him to this place. My dad said it was scary, everyone was monging out and not being... nice. As my dad was young, it would have been worse in his head also. So knowing that my grandpa had been here made it a bit better, knowing that not everyone in this place were serial killer's.

Derelictplaces.co.uk/fairfieldpark - there's some good photo's of the place there.

Its spooky, because it looks like no one lives there and anyone who does is like, half zombie or something, it's so strange, I couldn't take many photo's of the asylum, but I got some of the chapel, which was weird. But my camera kept getting possessed by a demon or something and taking black photo's with white spots and wouldn't let me set the exposure, so we left. Haha.

The top two are the best, I played about with the shutter speed setting's to get the exposure right, so it's all dark and scaryyyyy set too 3000

Fairfield Park history:

The Original building known as the Bedford Asylum was erected by an Act of Parliament in 1812 and was a handsome brick building on Ampthill Road, Bedford. The Asylum cost £13,000 to build and could accommodate 65 inmates.

The 1845 Act for the Regulation, Care and Treatment of Lunatics made it compulsory for each County to provide an Asylum for the care of its pauper lunatics, and so in 1846 it became The Three Counties Asylum catering for the counties of Bedford, Hertford and Huntingdon.

As admissions to the Asylum increased, so did the calls for a larger building or extensions to the present building. Matters became far worse following the 1853 Act which banned the use of all restraining devices for lunatics in Workhouses. leading to a sharp increase in the number of lunatics transferred from Workhouses into Asylums.

Pressure for increased accommodation mounted on the Three Counties Asylum, eventually leading to a move in premises in 1860. The new Asylum buildings were located in Stotfold, Bedfordshire and became known as Arlesey Three Counties Asylum. The grounds consisted of 253 acres of which 230 acres were cultivated, and the Asylum was an extensive and elegant yellow brick building standing upon ground 222 above sea level. Extensive views of the surrounding country could be seen from this picturesque landmark.

Treatment of the inmates consisted primarily of good, clean fresh air, regulated diet and daily work, usually within the Asylum building consisting of laundry or cleaning, and outside work on the farm, where produce for the Asylum kitchen was grown.

Further extensions were made to the buildings, and a Chapel was erected for the inmates in 1879. By 1894 the Asylum could accommodate 1,000 inmates who were under the care of Edward Swain, Medical Superintendent ably assisted by Miss Teresa H. Tweddle, Matron and Farm Bailiff Henry W. Brown. The Chapel East stained window was erected in 1920 by the Staff and inmates as a memorial to those connected with the Asylum who gave their lives in the Great War (1914-1918).

Social Policy led to increasing improvements in the care of Mental Health, and the 1930 Mental Treatment Act changed the use of the term Asylum to Hospital, when Arlesey became known as The Three Counties Hospital.

By 1936 the grounds consisted of 410 acres, of which 385 acres were cultivated, and the Hospital could accommodate 1,100 patients under the care of Doctor N. McDiarmid, Medical Superintendent, Miss E. M. Field the Chief Female Officer and T. Hartles, Farm Bailiff.

The Hospital became part of the National Health Service in 1948, and was renamed Fairfield Hospital in 1960. The Government published “Care in the Community” in 1981 leading to a great change in the provision of care for patients with Mental Health problems, and ultimately leading to the closure of large psychiatric Hospitals. Fairfield Hospital was closed in 1999, and the site has been sold for Housing redevelopment.

Elliot J Freize Inspired A/W 2010