Greetings From Ibiza

I have completely neglected you my little blogeen! I have been doing a weekly blog for the Grove Magazine and so I kinda wanted to put different stuff up here. Like this was the x-rated version…

But the only kind of x-rated I’m getting at the mo’ is watching my flat mate have a Brazilian. Well I went first, so it was only fair. It was pretty hardcore though. We have just moved in, so there’ll be no secrets from here on in.

I’m in Ibiza this week with my new wax, although on closer inspection with a pair of tweezers, she did miss one or two stragglers down there. There’s always a couple that try to escape, I always find, when dealing with pubic hair.

It’s just me and Jackie out here now as Clare has had to go home for some big work thing this week. Clare has just qualified as a personal trainer and in a way I was thinking ‘great, I won’t have to get up and go jogging at 9am after 4 hours sleep.’ Ha! Jackie pulls me out of bed this morning and says ‘right, c’mon. We’re going running.’ ‘We must be mad’, she says, ‘No’, I say, You’re fucking mad. It’s just that I’m easily led.’ If she was sparking up a crack pipe in the corner and saying ‘c’mon, have a toot on this, you’ll feel much better’, I would probably be just as easily coaxed.

My legs are killing me after working out the last two days and all it’s done is make me more tired and hungry. Think I overdosed on chickpeas (paaarp!) and lentils (phwwwarp!) in an effort to be healthy…. been tweaking them out all day. Might actually have to leave the apartment now… I wonder if they sell gas masks on the beach?

Pxxx

PS 43 gigs now and just got a booking for Camp Bestival next weekend! Whoopee!!