so I'm blogging via my blackberry on the train home from Glasgow to London. Found that I can't upload images when using a mobile device, which makes this post pointless because I hate a lot of text, I prefer less chat more pictures. I've also discovered that you can write posts on your mobile device but not actually post them. WTF!?
Glasgow has changed quite a bit and it makes me a little sad. I've always known it to be a working class city but it was becoming quite cosmopolitan. But it seems the recession has hit quite hard, a lot of people have lost their jobs, businesses have closed down and pound shops are rife. You don't notice it in London as the jobs are being lost in the financial districts in the city, parts of London which are just office blocks and you'd never visit, no one lives there and in such a big city you actually dont see a lot of it. But Glasgow has always been poor so I'm sure it'll ride the storm. God knows if we can survive the weather a global recession will be a doddle.
Saw the girls when I went home. Cathy who I've known since we were bairns, just gets more gorgeous every time I see her. We had an early evening cocktail at home as she was going to NY the next morning with her boyfriend. So lucky!
Shafar come over, this girl knows me inside out. We've been friends since school and opposites since the start. I hardly recognised her when she came in, hair cropped and she's been hitting the gym hard. We exchanged very late birthday gifts. A black patent ostrich skin Vivienne Westwood wallet for her, a black and pink (faux) snake skin clutch and a bottle of my favourite perfume. Then arrived Charlotte and her boyfriend Joe. Me and Char struck up a friendship over a shared love of clothes and having matching white Adidas boxing boots. Lots of shopping and underage drinking later we both landed our first job in Diesel and the rest is history. Nights out with Joe and Char always end up messy and I crawled in at 7am on Sunday morning after going to a party and meeting friends old and new.
Just leaving Edinburgh now. Sitting beside a Greggs carrier bag full of all the empire biscuits they had, I cleared them out, and a macaroni pie for the boy. I am miffed as why neither of these products are sold in Gregg's in London?
A few facts about Glasgow: It is the heart disease capital of the world, due to our wonderful diet high in trans and saturated fat.
It's also the murder capital of the world with the highest murder rate per head of the population.
The life expectancy of the average Glasgow male is 55 years of age.
Other news just been booked on a job for fashion week, got a blouse from fashion label Olanic as a present (post pictures later), just got an email about doing a shoot and another one about submission for a new erotica magazine. Ooh lala and its not even 11am yet.
Back to London, back to the grind, my head filled with vintage jumpsuits and post Saturday night alcohol abuse. Photo posts to follow.
No book. No magazine. I'm bored.
