I haven't blogged for ages because I've been on holiday - 2 weeks in Ibiza. Believe me, i needed it. It was so nice to get out of the big city for a while and chillax on the beach and by the pool. I went with a big group of friends who are all very successful in their field (an Oscar winner, a fashion designer, a musician, a wonderful mummy who is one of the best friends in the Universe), but all egos were dropped at the door and work was barely mentioned. Emails were rarely checked and I only went out to two nightclubs - it was well and truly a 'proper' holiday. Oh, and I'm super tanned. Wicked.
So, without wasting any time, I hit the V Festival in Chelmsford on Sunday which was great fun, if a little messy due to it being the end of a long weekend for most of the campers. The site is massive, and I think it's one of the better festivals. Loads of great bands played and, of course, my old mate Miss Winehouse took to the main stage. However, Amy was put on at exactly the same time as my DJ set in the VIP Louder Lounge, which meant I missed it and we were quite literally competing against each other. By the way, in the big hair stakes, I totally win. But she did start the thick liquid eyeliner before me. I'll give her that.
One person upset/annoyed/angered me a bit. He's an old friend (social friend, not hour-long-phone-call-friend) and I went up to him outside the VIP area to say hi. Before I could even greet him properly and give him a kiss on the cheek he immediately asked 'can you get me and my friend into the VIP area?' No 'hi', no 'how are you?', no 'please' even. This kind of behaviour really pisses me off. It rude, it's immature and it's desperate. It doesn't cost to be polite and say hi before demanding something from me. The sad thing is, had he approached the subjet with manners I could and would have got him and his friends in.
Somewhat bizarrely, Martine McCutchen dragged me by the hand to the men's toilets where we both wee'd to a chorus of guys saying 'am I in the right loo?!', loads of my friends were performing on the various stages, the drinks were flowing and by 9:30pm - when the Verve took to the stage and I left because it began pissing down with rain - my head was truly spinning. I may have detoxed in Ibiza but I made up for it in Essex.
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( 2.8 / 125 )It’s that time of year....
....The time of year when all the flying ants hatch out of the ground and fly everywhere and get caught in your hair and sometimes end up in your mouth. Do you remember when you werere a child and those bugs always stormed out of the ground on one particular day in the summer, and they were EVERYWHERE, but never to be seen again. Well today it happened and it was overcast yet sticky and humid. I guess flying ants like humidity.
Anyway....where has our nice British summer gone? Where's the bloody sun? I'm off on my holiday to Ibiza in a couple of weeks with a group of my best pals and I'm really looking forward to it. It's going to be ten days of pure bliss - phone and laptop off, shorts and sunscreen on. I've decided to get really brown this year and I've already been OD'ing on St Topez spray tans.
Hmmmm....what else can I talk about....?
Don't forget to tune into my segment on News Cube on MTV every Saturday at midday to catch up on the Hollywood gossip. I feel like Perez Hilton!!
There's loads coming up from me in the Autumn and I'll keep you posted - lots of TV, plus national and international DJ gigs and even some music. You'll be the first to hear about it.
If you're at the festivals and you see a big beehive floating around, grab me and say hi. I'll be at V and Bestival - both of which offer a stellar line-up. Can't wait.
Laters
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( 2.9 / 136 )So good they named it twice. The Big Apple. The City that never sleeps.
I'm in NYC for a week of tough work (in case you didn't know, I do actually work quite a lot on various projects, I don't just show up in a wig and play some records!!!)
So...I'm working on quite an exciting project over here. I'm not sure I want to talk about it in detail yet until things are finished and polished but it's something music based, and it's something worth flying out to NYC to do. You'll be the first to know when I'm ready to talk about it. OH OK - here's a clue, it's a collaboration with someone I admire greatly in the music field.
It's fucking hot in the City. You step out of your apartment and sweat is dripping down your face before you've reached the end of your block. It's humid like the jungle. Not a nice dry heat like in Africa or Spain but a wet sticky one. Yuck.
I'm sat in Starbucks in Chelsea doing Carrie Bradshaw impressions on my MacBook and killing time before I go to the movies with Miss Amanda Lepore, who i haven't seen for nearly a year, and I'm looking forward to catching up with her. Chelsea is a super gay area, it's like Vauxhall in London. Loads of queens are passing the window. It's hilarious. I just saw an old lady stepping out of a cab onto the sidewalk and she had a skirt on, and displayed rather too much information (her vagina basically) as she yanked her legs out. That's something interesting to wake up to along with your morning coffee. I could teach her a thing or two about how to exit a cab with dignity.
The club scene in NYC isn't what it used to be. There isn't too much going on, but there are cute little pockets on interesting things to go to. There's more of a bar culture than a club scene here at the moment. The mayor shut all the big Ministry of Sound type superclubs at the beginning of the century. I think there are a few warehouse parties in Brookyln but I haven't checked them out yet. No partying for me here this time around, it's all work work work.
Anyhooo, I'll stop boring you and will probably post another blog when I'm at the airport in a few days.
Laters you
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( 3 / 119 )Went to the Billionaire Boys Club party this week. Great bash. It was in Harvey Nicks (sweety) and N.E.R.D performed. I missed their show as I had to dash off an DJ for an event for the Princes Trust t London College of Fashion, my old stomping ground.
Mischa Barton was there. What does she do again? Wasn't she in a TV show in LA or something once? For absolutely no reason whatsoever I think I might hate her. Anyway, the party was kinda pumpin' and the ice cream was kinda' flowin'. Good times.
Ummm....is anyone interested in this blog? Probably not. Here's a gratuitous picture of me at the party with my friends Jo and Ronen. I'm off to get some Cornflakes, I have nothing interesting to say today.
XX
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