Nice is nice

Hanging near the Yachts in Monaco

On top of a mountain in Nice


Best nicoise salad in the world.


Got back from Nice- it was rad.
Stayed in a ok hotel, don't get much for 2 stars but it will do.

Went shopping, walking about, ate nice food, highlight being a nicoise salad, in Nice ha ha !
Then went to Monaco for a bit, that is one crazy rich city - full of old oily men with gold chains with model girlfriends and small dogs in stupid hot cars. I saw more Lamborghini's and Ferrari's than I have had hot dinners.
Also went to Cannes which was lovely but a bit quiet - those Europeans don't do nothing on a Sunday. Did a bit of a trek up a massive hill to the highest point in Nice, well worth the blister and took some kick arse photos of the killer view.

Was a good time, but now back to rainy London and planning of next trip...Turkey or Greece can't decide, might do both.

Do I look like hired help?

I don't often ask myself this but I did on Thursday night.
I had my posh work dinner, and it was really posh. We had a tasting menu with 7 courses and 7 glasses of wine to compliment them, after the 5 hours it took to finish I was well full and well pissed.
I snuck a peak at the bill and for 4 people it was just a pinch under £1000. Seriously it was the most expensive thing ever, but worth ever penny, of who ever paid for its money.
Any way, before dinner I was having a drink at the bar with my boss, waiting for the other 2 to arrive. I had a glass of champagne that cost £12.95 ( love it) and then my boss goes to the loo and leaves me at the bar.
No biggy, I am cool to hang and check out the view and drink my fancy champagne. but this 60 year old comes right up to me and puts his drink down and winks at me and goes ' how you doing?'. WTF! There are clearly two glass and my boss only just left and this guy is in there quicker than you can say 'Just cause I am wearing fishnets does not make me hired help'
I smiled and ignored him -that's the mature thing to do.
Thankfully my other 2 dinner peeps showed up shortly after but it was without a doubt the most uncomfortable 2 minutes of my life.
But if anyone wants to make a bit of extra tax free cash I recon that place it the spot to tout your wares.
Apart from the akwardness at the start, dinner was unreal, 7 courses of delicious awesomeness. It would be nice to be stupid rich and eat like that all the time and we even got to take the desert home as we were to full to finish it, but really when you spend a grand you expect to be able to take what ever you want home.

Sisters are good

Sister arrived and bought me some good things. Cheezels, smoke flavoured tuna and pumpkin soup and black thongs.
Also bought my a favorite pair of heels that I left behind and a dress that I was missing more than I should of been.
I forgot what it is like to share a bed with your sister, the last time we did it was approximately 10 years ago or maybe longer and last night as I got into bed I remembered exactly what it was like, it is rubbish.
Tonight though I am leaving her at home as I have a fancy dinner on with work. It is at Windows of the World, which is the top of the Hilton on Park Lane - like the monopoly board.
Only problem, this morning I was a bit tired when I was getting dressed and putting my stockings on and I only just realised that I put on two different patterns.
They are both black but they are defiantly different, one has diamonds and the other is checks so I am hauling arse down to M&S to repair this fashion mistake in time for dinner cause it looks ridiculous.

big sister

I love my job, have for ages. Went to a meeting the other day and walked out with a black vinyl Paco Rabanne bag, good times. Fingers cross that the Prada meeting next week delivers similar results.
Then get back and big boss takes me to lunch cause he wants company and doesn't want to go by himself so I get a fancy meal and a nice glass of wine in exchange for 2 hours of my killer sense of humour and stunning good looks - I could defo get used to that type of shiz.

So, sister is currently mid flight on her way to London for a 4 week stint. There will be shopping, champagne, dancing in gay clubs and the like....only 1 more sleep to go and ''stop...its sister time''.

I love Google.

Its great for a lot of things. International time zones, words to songs that you love and also looking up people you just met.
I always met people in the most random places.
The latest was on the tube. Our eyes met across a stinking carriage last week and then I saw him on the street a few days later and stopped to say hi, which is rare cause hot guys on the tube are usually never to be seen again. Then this morning he turns up on my platform and we get the tube together to into the city.
All I have is his first name, and the fact that he is a musician. So I get to work and spent a good 15 minutes gooleing him, and I struck gold.
He has his own web site, his own myspace music page, and he has played all around the world in bands and solo and at festivals and everything and there a right ups on albums he has made and heaps of stuff.
So, we will see what happens but I will have to act super surprised if he tells me about his musical stuff, ' oh really, I had no idea, that sounds great'.
I think it is good to do a bit of background work, once I meet this guy and googled him and his name, and not him but some guy with his same name was listed on the sex offenders list, there was a picture so it was defo not the one I knew. But really, I should of taken that as a sign. Same name as a nut job going to be a nut job.

random stuff

This is a picture of the snow on Sunday, from my kitchen window. Brrr..


This is a photo of my mate Jamie getting a spanking at the AP party - he loved it.


And thankfully I got a ticket to Glastonbury.
Going with a group of friends. I have never been camping before but you got to try these things. Not to sure how I am going to deal with the toilets or lack of, apparently they are a bit horrendous but I wont let that stop me from doing something new. I have never bought a ticket to a gig before without knowing the line up but I am fingers crossed it will be tip top. There are a heap of rad bands around at that time of the year doing shows and tours so if any of them play I will be happy.
Interesting fact, I just spent a whole heap o money with one of the main sponsors...so I am hitting them up for some back stage action either that or a VIP toilet pass.

That is all.

It is snowing.

It is lovely and cold and there is heaps of snow.
I have been up since 8am, sitting in a internet cafe trying to buy tickets to Glastonbury.
On 5 hours sleep this is really hard work.

Agent Provocateur party was rad, Sadie Frost and Alice Dellal and heaps of uber hot models and a wicked gift bag with AP perfume and heaps of product and then a lift back to the station in sexy AP car, not bad for a Tuesday night.

I have a haiku poem dedicated to my current feelings:

Glastonbury site
Make me made
Going back to bed

Lameness is lame

Had a shower this morning, it was amazing. My new shower shoots water like bullets. Good result.

On another note, I don't go into much personal detail on my blog. I don't talk about friends, well not in a name and shame way and I don't talk about dates or dating people.
Some times I have have a massive juicy bit of gossip or a hilarious embarrassing story about some random dude but I keep it to myself, but I am busting out and telling this one as it is to good to keep in...
So I was seeing this guys for approx 6 weeks, it didn't work out - no biggy.
He meet my flatmate and a few friends here and there. Then last night my flatmate gets an email from him on face book saying the lamest things ever, it was roughly this..

'As you know I am no longer with Dan, I sometimes regret the choices I make in life..It is a sad time...I would love to stay in touch with you and maintain a friendship..I hope you are well.. and I hope we can still be friends..'

Ok, firstly...this is the lamest thing ever.
Secondly...what the hell is he trying to do?? Does he seriously think my flatmate will be his friend?
How about this - we are no longer going out, we are not friends, why do you think its cool to email my flat mate and be all weird and lame and think that she will be your friend??
Do you think that you are going to become mates and then you can come and hang out at my house and that I will be cool with this??

I was thinking that I was thinking to much into this but no, I asked around and I am not being over the top. Girls at work agree, this is the lamest thing ever for a grown man to do and makes him soooooooo un attractive and crosses out any chance the I was ever going to relight that fire again.
Bottom line, this guy is a lamoid and needs to get his own friends.

6 days with no shower

Spent the weekend down at Brighton hanging with the family, ate heaps and had lots of long showers.
My shower is apparently getting fixed today, 100 plumbers and electricians were at my house this morning, apparently its worse than they first thought. I am sorry but what part of my facial expression at 7.30am when I am running out the door tells you that I am interested in how hard it is for you to fix my shower.
Just get in there and sort it out morons, don't try to explain to me what is wrong with it, I don't know about facets or back plumbing or back pressure or what ever you said. If the taps is leaking I can fix it but don't try to confuse me or impress me with your plumbing talk about my serious plumbing issues.
If I get home and it is not done my real estate better be ready for the abuse that I am going to hurl her way.

On the celeb spotting front...I saw Alan Sugars car in Brighton. Alan Sugar is the UK version of Donald Trump but Alan Sugar is a Sir. He is on the UK version of The Apprentice and he is awesome. He started his multi billion pound empire from selling electrical goods out of the back of a van - which he reminds the contestants of in every episode.
His car ain't bad, it is a big old Bentley and he is driving around in it on the show so I recognised the car plate. Its ''AS 1''. Awesome.

This week is shaping up nicely, tomorrow night is the Agent Provocateur party to launch their new under wear range. It is a bit out of the way but I just got to go in case Vivienne Westwood is there.
I have officially done no work today, but I did book a nice little trip to the French Riviera for when my sister gets here, going to live it up in St Tropez, Nice and Cannes and find us some richo husbands. Woo!!