Shit endured

Went to a house party on saturday, before my cold really turned into mild flu. My friend shares a flat with a barzilian couple. they have been together for 15 years and the girl is only now 29yrs. He cheats on her regulalry and they have arguments about his wayward willy all the time but he refuses to learn to peak English and go out and have her own life. Instead she threatens to kill herself if he leaves her which would be selfish as she has a little boy.

Anyway, the party almost didnt happen because she was thretening not to attend or help cook. the usual thing then. I arrived with a friend and the party was almost in full swing. everyone was dressed up, there was a couple there young looking couple, a brazilian boy and a portuguese girl and one other flatmate who is portuguese but his stunning girlfriend is french. they are barely in their 20s, i should have felt ancient but i was actually in my elemnet. I can handle young men and women. We all chatted, a weird woman i had met at the flat before came in, my friend didnt recognise her(the one who lives in that flat), she started speaking to the girl i had come with. they are both from Poland and discovered they know the same person/families etc. The playboy husband started saying a few phrases in polish which my friend translated. he knows a lot of intimate terms it seems...the bone of contention between the coupld. Why does he need to know "i love you, i miss you, i wannna make love to you" in polish when he has a portuguese wife.

Most people know he has a girl from poland who keeps telling him she wants to spend her life with him. He tried to get "fresh" with all the girls there and his poor stubborn wife was getting upset. Otherwise the food was great, they'd got a massive fish from the market,it looked more like a shark and everyone devoured it and more.

later on asi was leaving, the other boy(with the portuguese girl) came down to say goodbye and told me he wants to invite me to his birthday party and blew me kisses. i blew kisses back, i was slightly tipsy and of course i was flirtting with everyone. Last night i got a text from my friend in the flat telling me the young man was asking for my phone number. I said, he's mad, his girlfriend will kill him and me after. I also asked how old he was. Apparently he is 21. he looks it or younger. It apppears he'd also asked if he could sleep in my friend's bed on the night of the party. I didnt bother to ask where the girlfriend was expected to sleep.

I am not looking at barzilian men or boys. they seem to want their cake and eat it too. but a 21yr old is just pushing it too far with me...

As I waited for the tube in Ladbroke grove, a young girl with a rather colourful coat, tights and white boots pushed past me to hop in first. I thought "how bloody rude!" took a good look at her and realised she was the spawn of Bob Geldof, he who has been trying (in vain) to save Africa. she said opposite me and proceeded to study the map above my head with peculiar interest. It was pixie not peaches. the people in the carriage naturally stole glances at her, eventually the tube got to paddington where some guy sat next to her and started asking her rather personal questions about peaches. She said loudly that she now lived in new york at i couldn't get the rest. The bloke got off, then the pretty blonde next to her introduced herself and asked her to look at her artwork. Now why would a woman in her 20s studying at an art college gush at some kid who has just finished school? it was really important for this girl to get pixie's opinion. she said she just needed to know if she liked her work. I wondered what she would do if pixie didnt like her work, would she give up or what? bizzare.

Then on saturday "elliot" from Holby city came to my cafe for coffee. we had a new girl who was in training, i came back from my break to see a man waiting. I took one look and had to stop myself from doing a double take but he looked staright at me and smiled ...just a hint. I did the same and made his coffee again(because i knew it would be great!). i really wanted to gush and say "I love elliot" but i thought it best not to. The poor man was just out for the day and didnt need to be accosted. I do the same with carol thatcher who is always rather jumpy and all over the place.she always looks down as if trying not to be recognised but with her 2interesting2 outfits, you cant miss her.

I thought it couldnt get any better but yesterday an unshaven and rather dishevelled graham Norton decided to walk his dogs(with a friend) along the south bank. fair enough, fresh air and everything. When they got to the clink museum the one dog wouldn't budge. I was coming round the corner when i heard him say to the friend"um...is that a poo or a pee". The guy and in a highly cam voice and striking a pose said "oh definitely a poo!". so graham rummaged through his bag for a poo bag i guess and then one memeber of the public decided to congratulate him in a loud voice for picking up after his dog, calling him Mr graham norton as well. I think graham wanted to punch him but he couldnt because he had to scoop poo.

A rather interesting weekend seeing our so-called celebrities trying to be...civilians. Liz hurley's word not mine.