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Last night I put my hair in rag curlers, broke out my vintage crinoline to give my dress a New Look silhouette, cats eyeglasses and the reddest lipstick in my collection for the Savoy Ball at Battersea Arts Centre.

We looked gorgeous if I do say so myself.

The boys looked spiffy in their black tie.

A few us were feeling a bit sad that we weren’t dancing. It is rather intimidating when you watch people who know what they are doing. It is also difficult when the boys in your party refuse to even make the attempt. After a few beers Mikko was open to my showing him the two things that I knew so I dragged him out on the dance floor and he took Belinda out for a twirl as well.

Jen was feeling a bit scared to dance with her knee, so I took her out and played the girl. When you are wearing a swishy dress, twirling is fun.

At one point the top of my foot smashed into the bottom of someone else’s, which wasn’t pleasant, but I kept going. When we came home we discovered that my right foot is all black and blue so I am limping around today like a cripple. . . but it was worth it.

Compete blast to get dressed up and listen to swing music and people watch. Something different from the usual pub scene.

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Stuart filmed some people dancing last night on his camera. . .

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A big group of us is getting dolled up to go to The Savoy Ball tonight. There will be pictures of us looking gorgeous posted tomorrow Daddy-o.

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I’m eating dinner at a Portuguese restaurant with Stuart, Richard and Ollie.

Richard says, “I was on the Brixton high street and heard this whispering noise.” He makes a swishy noise with his mouth.

Brixton is considered to be a rather rough neighborhood because there is yes, drugs and crime, but I always think there is a healthy bit of racism thrown in. When white folks see a lot of black faces they get nervous. I love Brixton. There’s the Ritzy and one of my favourite London pubs, The Prince Albert which is the closest I’ve come to finding a Silverlake (LA neighborhood) vibe as well as some yummy Caribbean restaurants.

Brixton is also where you might go if you wanna score some illegal substances.

Stuart gets excited. Brixton is his old hood. He’s hip to all the lingo those wacky kids are using. “They were selling drugs.”

Richard nods, “I know.” He drags on his cigarette. “Each whisper is a different drug.” He drags on his cigarette. “I find this interesting.” Richard is German. He says things like, ‘I find this interesting’ which I think is hysterical. He does not understand why I think this is funny.

“Just make sure if you buy some—“

“I am not going to buy drugs Stuart.”

“No, no, of course you aren’t. But if you do, be sure to bring baggies with you. I made that mistake once. I went up to this guy and he just stuck a pile of it in my hand. I looked down at it and thought, dear God.”

“I’m sure the drug dealer was thinking the same thing.” I said.

“So he said, ‘Come on’ and told me to go around the corner. I was sure I was going to get shot, but he put it into a plastic bag and just said next time to come prepared because they usually do it faster than this.”

“I can just see you holding a handful of pot walking down the street.”

“They’re all really nice. It’s the people behind them that are bastards. Thomas, will buy us some drugs?”

“No.”

“But you’re from LA.”

“And if I get caught buying drugs they may send me back there.”

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A few years ago, back in Los Angeles, long before I had any idea that I would be living in London, I would bug my British Boss about UK culture because there were so many little things I didn’t get in the films and TV shows that I loved.

For example, I didn’t understand why there would be scenes that took place around Christmas where everyone wore paper crowns, so Ben explained crackers to me. I fell in love with the idea and that Christmas I bought crackers for everyone on my team for the last work day prior to the holiday. We walked around wearing paper crowns and acted very silly all day.
 
Before I came here he warned, “Don’t say, ‘Nice pants’ to anyone.” I can’t imagine that I would ever say nice pants, but it is sound advice since here pants means underwear.

When I saw the Red Nose Day episode of The Office (which is one of my favourites) I needed him to once again be a cultural anthropologist for me.

For the American’s out there. . . Red Nose Day is a way for Comedy Relief to raise money for Africa and disadvantaged people in the UK and this year it is March 16th.

Troubled Diva has a fantastic idea to raise money for Comedy Relief. He is asking for UK bloggers to send a funny entry and he is going to put a book together and all money raised by sales will be donated.

So if you are living in the UK, send him one of your funny posts!

I’ll post info about how to buy the book when it’s ready!

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My brain is shrinking from lack of water and sleep and too much alcohol. The next time I take out clients I am going to drink fizzy water.

Okay. Yes. I know this is highly unlikely.

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Libby Guilty of Lying in C.I.A. Case.

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Ed said to Tim, “I’ll tell you why I’ve put on weight. Every time I sleep with your mum, she gives me a biscuit.”

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I may need to switch to a Tuesday weigh in because the numbers have been lower on a Tuesday recently. . .

156.8

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SFD

 

 

 

 

(scream from desk)

 

 

 

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