Necropolis

It’s 10.51 and I’m on my way to Godmanchester to see Adam. A beautiful steam engine has just gone past us. The sun is shining but it’s one of those inevitably cold days which I think has earned the UK its reputation for worst weather on the planet.

4 of my fake nails have come off. I’ve tried in vain to make the most of what is left but I’m gonna have to chuck in the towel and buy some new ones. I’ve been sitting for the last half hour making banners for myspace. This is how great my life is. Oh yeah, and I’ve run out of tea, which is just about the worst thing that can happen when I have to be up early in a morning for a shoot. Tea is like my fuel. I can literally sit and chain drink the fucking stuff. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane. Most porn chicks take coke, I drink tea. It’s not without it’s risks though. On a recent shoot I drank so much I was bouncing off the walls, rock ’n’ roll. Its not without it’s downsides either. Indeed a close friend of mine almost broke up with his girlfriend since she thought he drank too much tea. Sweet. He even has this cool teapot that keeps it warm constantly. That’d fuck my electricity meter right up.

I digress, I’m talking, or should I say typing about tea. Now, it’s come to my attention that many of my co stars and people I am yet to work with keep these blogs too. And you might find yourself reading about tales of horniness, insatiability, fuck holes, fuck grease, cunt flaps, ring pieces etc etc. I’m gonna be honest, whilst you will inevitably find some of that in my blog undoubtedly at some point (I am in the sucks for bucks business), I’m not writing this to titillate. Indeed, I am writing this with no purpose at all, since I don’t know who is reading, I suppose I am writing to amuse myself and since my skills are rather limited, then said tales of fuck grease will be to a minimum. That’s not to say I’m not gonna mention hot chicks I’ve screwed, more that my blogs will most likely start with ’I just clocked resi 4 in under 3 hours’ rather than ’my hole is wet for you baby’.

I just went through a station called Biggleswade, always makes me laugh, since I am pathetic.

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So it’s 21.26 and I am once again on the train back to home sweet.

So today I went to see Adam Robertson. We met a couple of months back but have been emailing for ages now. He shot my friend Michaela back in January and ive wanted to shoot with him ever since. We finally got together in September where we both discovered shock horror that the other shoots porn. Often I tell photographers that I want to shoot glamour/fashion cos sometimes I fancy a change and telling people you shoot porn puts people off. I digress. We shot stuff then decided we had tons of ideas we wanted to shoot.

Its weird cos I was telling Sim that I desperately wanted to find someone who would shoot porn but would also shoot my hairbrained plans too. Then I shot with Adam and he’d been looking for the same thing too. So we shot tons of content and last week we shot more, and this week we shot again.

Whenever I tell people im off shooting they envisage it as being very glamorous and sexy when I guess it couldn’t be further from the truth haha. Today we sat and watched look east whilst I bitched about the credit crunch, drank tea and ate crisps. that’s not to say we didn’t have a laugh though. I froze my ass off in the studio shooting light trails for half an hour. And I did art nude haha. Yep, me. I did art nude. Adam pointed out I had a huge spot between my eyes, he only noticed when the lights lit it up. Way to make a girl feel great. Having said that it’s me and I’ve taken worse comments, ’pale emo chick’ (you know who you are, or maybe you don’t but I’m not naming and shaming here haha).

After the studio stuff we arsed around with my camera and remote which was fun, I got to show off my skills and exactly why I deserve that piece of paper which says photography degree. Except I kept falling over in my high heels and set my white balance to auto which is just about the worst thing a ’photographer’ can do.

I’m sickened to say I actually liked one of the male contestants on x factor. Before I was all about diana, the so called hippy chick but now I found myself into one of the guys. Having said that, diana is still the hottest, except cheryl and dannii obviously.

Im on my way home right now feeling pretty shattered but I’m listening to the stone roses which can’t be a bad thing. I still haven’t managed to pick up a copy of Escort yet. Maybe I’ll find it before I meet Sim. Gonna sign off now though, this is pretty short, but I am pretty wrecked.

Have fun, keep warm, drink tea.

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