I've just got back from London after my Polestars audition and..... i'm pleased to say i got through! I'm going to be the Leicester/ East Mids Polestars rep and will hopefully start my courses soon! I hope to god i get a good turnout!
Plus, i am fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiianlly starting a paid journo job on monday working i the land of ex's (Nottingham) on a music magazine. Finally i'm getting paid for writing! Wooo!
And finally, Steve and I celebrated our YEAR anniversary yesterday. I'm so happy that things are great between us and i love having him under the same roof.
May the good times continue!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sunday, 30 March 2008
Saturday, 15 March 2008
Dilemma Number Twelve: The huge hole in my foot!
I had a little accident yesterday. Me and the kitchen door had a fight and i ended up with a gash in the top of my foot. You should have seen the door though- hohoho. One week away from my FIRST PHOTOSHOOT! Bollocks.
I'd put a pic up... but i can't bring myself to look at it! Urgh!
I'd put a pic up... but i can't bring myself to look at it! Urgh!
The girl with the pint glass (or 101 other reasons why i hate this city today)
Last night, a crazy woman came into the bar.
Not the type of crazy person that does no harm and you want to go out of your way to help. The 'drunken-chav-who-has-clearly-had-too-much-crack/heroin/weed-to-function'. The type of girl who thinks dressing up is throwing on a pair of kids skinny jeans and a crop top, paired with a fake DKNY bag and a ripped jacket. On table six she perches, trying in earnest to chat up two blokes she doesn't know while they stare into their pints hoping she'll leave.
What she doesn't know is that i've clocked her, far away down the stairs stood at the end of the bar standing in my usual 'management' position (and generally avoiding serving customers... but we don't talk about that). Me and my co-supervisor sail past her on the way to the office, and on the way back down the chav opens her big (and probably disease-infested) mouth and says in a screechy 'Lest-arrrr' drawl:
"What you two snobby bitches looking at? I know you're fucking talking about me, and if you look at me like that again i'll fucking bang you out and i'll come behind the bar and bang all your staff out you fucking ugly bitches"
When i became a bar supervisor aaaaaages ago i was given loads of training on how to sort out 'problem customers' like this, and in the beginning chucking a customer out would scare me, but now i get a lovely warm 'i'm-about-to-ruin-your-evening-sunshine' feeling as i silently slip out of the door and borrow the biggest, scariest bouncer (who's really a lovely bloke) they have from the chain pub nent door. In one swift movement, he launches himself through our front door, picks her up from her seat, throws her out into the street, strides back in to grab her half-drunk pint and throws it at her and she's sat in the street and finally slams the door shut after throwing her coat and bag out next to her.
That girl was on my mind for the whole evening (no- not THAT way... i only have lesbian thoughts for Lindsay Lohan... her and no other lady)- what the hell is going on with Leicester?
Talking as someone who grew up here, went to school and college here, began clubbing and drinking here, and came back to study a postgrad here, i've seen Leicester take a swan dive into the pool of cities and towns that noone wants to be associated with. It seems like over the last few years the whole town centre has become the home to drunks, agressive beggars, gang fights, robberies and troupes of chavs standing around doing nothing in particular.
It makes me sad because once upon a time Leicester used to be such a lovely place. I used to come into town clubbing with my girlfriends and we used to have such a good time, but now i don't feel safe walking down the road to our favourite pubs and clubs after work. I realised this after two incidents i witnessed last week; passing a drunken (and very angry) man throwing up all over himself just after six in the evening in town hall square when i was walking home from work, and once again having to throw out yet another group of lads from the bar last saturday because they were causing trouble.
The council say that everything will change when the new Shires is built. Regeneration of the city will create more jobs and bring more money into the area which will benefit everyone.
I hope they're right.... but i know they're not.
Not the type of crazy person that does no harm and you want to go out of your way to help. The 'drunken-chav-who-has-clearly-had-too-much-crack/heroin/weed-to-function'. The type of girl who thinks dressing up is throwing on a pair of kids skinny jeans and a crop top, paired with a fake DKNY bag and a ripped jacket. On table six she perches, trying in earnest to chat up two blokes she doesn't know while they stare into their pints hoping she'll leave.
What she doesn't know is that i've clocked her, far away down the stairs stood at the end of the bar standing in my usual 'management' position (and generally avoiding serving customers... but we don't talk about that). Me and my co-supervisor sail past her on the way to the office, and on the way back down the chav opens her big (and probably disease-infested) mouth and says in a screechy 'Lest-arrrr' drawl:
"What you two snobby bitches looking at? I know you're fucking talking about me, and if you look at me like that again i'll fucking bang you out and i'll come behind the bar and bang all your staff out you fucking ugly bitches"
When i became a bar supervisor aaaaaages ago i was given loads of training on how to sort out 'problem customers' like this, and in the beginning chucking a customer out would scare me, but now i get a lovely warm 'i'm-about-to-ruin-your-evening-sunshine' feeling as i silently slip out of the door and borrow the biggest, scariest bouncer (who's really a lovely bloke) they have from the chain pub nent door. In one swift movement, he launches himself through our front door, picks her up from her seat, throws her out into the street, strides back in to grab her half-drunk pint and throws it at her and she's sat in the street and finally slams the door shut after throwing her coat and bag out next to her.
That girl was on my mind for the whole evening (no- not THAT way... i only have lesbian thoughts for Lindsay Lohan... her and no other lady)- what the hell is going on with Leicester?
Talking as someone who grew up here, went to school and college here, began clubbing and drinking here, and came back to study a postgrad here, i've seen Leicester take a swan dive into the pool of cities and towns that noone wants to be associated with. It seems like over the last few years the whole town centre has become the home to drunks, agressive beggars, gang fights, robberies and troupes of chavs standing around doing nothing in particular.
It makes me sad because once upon a time Leicester used to be such a lovely place. I used to come into town clubbing with my girlfriends and we used to have such a good time, but now i don't feel safe walking down the road to our favourite pubs and clubs after work. I realised this after two incidents i witnessed last week; passing a drunken (and very angry) man throwing up all over himself just after six in the evening in town hall square when i was walking home from work, and once again having to throw out yet another group of lads from the bar last saturday because they were causing trouble.
The council say that everything will change when the new Shires is built. Regeneration of the city will create more jobs and bring more money into the area which will benefit everyone.
I hope they're right.... but i know they're not.
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