Invite only fashion party - Abs Style!

How I roll at posh parties:

Recently I got a hook up to an invite-only party at The Ivy

When we entered there were photographers asking us to do specific poses. So we did these for a while until (typical) I got bored. I started directing the photographers to take photos of me with fun poses. This attracted the attention of one of the only three cool people we met: a photographer called Moe. She was a bubbly, extroverted Canadian and, therefore, a friendly lady. Through the night she just tagged along and we told people she was my official photographer. We took some hilarious photos and even got the other people invited giggling.

The Amazing Spiderman Review

I was invited to the premiere screening of The Amazing Spiderman here's a review on it:

Old Habits Die Hard

When I was younger I didnt know what I wanted to do. I was pressured into the whole academic route because of family pressure and I found it relatively easy. Not massively enjoyable but not really difficult. This led me to getting a Masters degree. I wasn't a super smart genius by any stretch of the imagination, but I was offered the ability to do a PHD funded but reading has never been something I really enjoyed, so I didnt take up this route.

Miami and the 3 challenges

I fell in love with Miami. Whilst this trip wasn't as fun as my Boise trip I did have a lot of fun and realised the Americans really are my people's. My 'charm' doesn't only work on small town people in the middle of nowhere. Whilst people in England tell me I'm funny, cool or charming, people in miami were telling me I was the funniest person they had ever met, and when some
learnt I didn't drink they were flabbergasted and in geuine awe of me. I have no doubt one sad lonely day my ego is totally going to make me move to America! So the challenges:

Challenge 1: Ball so hard m-f-ers want to fine me- challenge completed!

3 days of smiles

Friday:

Met with two friends and went to Tayyabs my favourite restaurant in London. Yet first the journey on the tube where I was on a sugar high, this resulted in me making self amusing conversation with 3 separate girls on the tube at rush hour... I introduced them all to each other. My friends just carried on like nothing was going on, everyone else on the tube was staring like wtf!! That was fun.. I love attention! Got to Tayyabs and loved the food! Decided I needed to invest some money somewhere...cos my friends were all entrepeneur-y and I was being sucked into the peer pressure.

Dinner done so I met up with work colleagues who I had ditched for my friends. We ended up dancing. I was in a good mood and more self amusement occurred:

Equality in Miami

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En Route to Miami

Last time I went to America I went with a big, stupid, excited grin. Lo and behold, it resulted in me getting stopped and inappropriately searched. This time I was expecting a legally accepted and valid form of harassment. My demeanour was of a much more negative nature and a resigned expectation to the tumultuous, quasi-livestock treatment I was to recieve all in the name of freedom was bearing down upon me. Yet what ensued had me in shock....

Looking like a model!

So I was told that for the modelling show I would have to have a 6 pack. And I was 100% totally committed to this effort. This lasted about 3 weeks - and I tell you what, that's a long time when you are doing the Insanity training programme (PS it works)! I did have a hiccup or two around week 5 but by now you could see some definition in the stomach region.

Stood Up

One of the reasons I moved to London was the busier social lifestyle I could experience, and it hasn't dissapointed. In the first 6 months or so I would have plans most weekdays and 3 or so plans to choose from on the weekends. This meant I had to 'cancel' on people from time to time because I always had back up plans! 

But then in the last few months what with the modelling and trying to get fit and, well, the new addiction that is Football Manager (the first step is to admit you have a problem), I have cut back on my social life to making plans 2-3 times a week.

Modelling part 2

I realised I haven't blogged in such a long time and this is because I am having so much fun and I am so busy.. I actually don't understand how people with fun lives find the time to blog...kudos to them, but here is a weak ass attempt at one, mainly with pictures even though when i do find time i may just recount some of the crazy fun I have had recently...

Pre-Fashion Show party!

I was invited to a fashion event pre-party as the +1 of a lovely girl I know from the BBC. Fashion and catwalks have never really been my thing, but as most of you know self amusement is, so the opportunity to do this with attractive but probably quite dense girls was an opportunity I was not going to forego...

Feeling Human, Being Funny

I feel somewhat desensitised to social pressure after years of building an immunity because I really don't care what most people think, and it has led me to doing things which makes other people call me: crazy, arrogant, mental, confident, amazing, awesome and obnoxious to name but a few adjectives. Yet I look at what I do and just think... actually that’s the thing, I do things without generally thinking of the consequences. Or I convince my body that the real consequences are insignificant and my body is just being a wussy (part pussy, part wuss). I shake myself out, take a large breath and just get on with it, and in hindsight I am generally glad I did, so the fear lasts maybe a minute....

A day in the life of Multi-Cultural London

I planned to meet up with my friend Chris who stated that almost whenever we meet up something crazy/outrageous happens. I take my fair share of blame because I start meeting new people or just go with the flow, but I told Chris this time we would have a quiet evening; we would hang out and just get food and catch up.

Irish
This lasted until we get on the tube, we (read: I) make conversation with this guy from Dublin on the tube,

One-itus part 2

How NOT to get over One--Itus


The 1st step is to first contract one-itus
In order to make sure you get one-itus, you need to follow this piece of advice: When you begin to realise that you like the other person more than they like you (I am quite good at gauging this) do not change your behaviour . If you are starting to be more needy for their attention, or you want to hang out more than they do, or want to talk more than they do, don't change your behavior. Also stop sleeping with anyone you may be sleeping with.

One-Itus part 1

I have had suggestions that I should focus this blog on the crazy, fun or debaucherous stories as these are the best to read. Yet I think this would not be a fair representation of my thoughts and actions, hence the less frequent posts about Osama, riots or friend-shapes are included. The next 2 posts I am here to bare all and show another side which doesnt come out very often at all. (According to my editor - the dull side- talk about kicking a guy when he's down :) )

Will the riots mean more cuts and job losses?

There are many perspectives, opinions and commentaries on the riots. From the most obvious ones like, ‘This is appalling/unacceptable”. Thank you for that commentary, air wasters! 

Shit Happens

Having experienced a few crazy days of thoughtless mindless fun, it dawned on me that this is not who I want to be. My best friend told me I had become obnoxious, even to people within our friendship circle. Well, what was just perfect was Ramadan was around the corner and I could use it to detox my body and soul. I was going to try and use Ramadan as a cold turkey approach (the only approach that works with addicts) to start to pray, be nice to people, have more patience and stay away from and not flirt with girls.

WWTMD night out Part 3/3

Whilst outside, Lisa becomes ever more so annoying, calling me out on being a player and a tease. I was in no mood for this. I bantered back and forth a little but it soon became apparent she was atrocious at this. I was insulting her in what started in a jokey way, but her inability to come back with anything substantive, plus me being on some good form this night and not suffering fools meant it just became mean. This is usually where I would stop but in the mantra of WWTMD I carried on and pushed it beyond even what I thought was acceptable. It culminated in her saying:

‘You are such a wannabe player, you’re not even that great, I bet you just lie to get girls to like you’

WWTMD night out Part 2/3

There is a quote that really resonates when I talk to girls, especially in the first two minutes: Courage is not the absence of fear but the mastery of it.

WWTMD night out Part 1/3

So the story of what ensued this night has been whittled away, yet i still found I had too much to say therefore I am breaking this story into three chronological parts Enjoy...