Saint V Day... LOVE. LOVE. LOVE

Opposed to having nothing remotely interesting to say, and complaining like a true Londoner, that I have now become.. I now have more interesting stories and updates for you all on my London life thus far. 

Because it is Saint Valentines Day. I'm sending you all some love and and making a effort to let you know I am alive for those who love me. 
No I did not get any valentines day love but I did give out heart chocolates to everyone at work. I've fallen in love AGAIN! Surprise surprise.. This English accent is just to beautiful. This guy had a proper London cockney accent and the total opposite to the previous guy who was a lawyer..this is someone you don't want to introduce to your mother I also work with him so that makes things fun/ difficult 

I went through a terrible rough patch where I couldn't even afford to get to work each day, or even pay my rent... This lead to my landlord agency trying to evict me... I want to mention they are also trying very hard to get me out of my room so they can put someone else In there and raise the price of the rent. Thank god I made friends with that gorgeous lawyer over Christmas cause he helped me out a lot..I won the fight because clearly its illegal to give someone half an hours notice..although they are still constantly harassing me. This means it's about time i found a new home but that is so much effort. 
Anyway that was a huge boring drama and frantic few weeks and at the same time hours at the pub got cut so this left me looking for a 2nd job or new one. 
Just my luck there was a position going for a assistant at a photography studio, the ad didn't say much but I went to the trial and turns out its one of the largest uk fashion photography studios. My job is to run around the studios (there is 8 of them) And make sure all is in order this can vary from buying underwear for a male model at h&m or setting up for the shoots. I'm having an unbelievabley great time and it's like one huge stressful, stylish family where alcohol, drugs and coffee are consumed constantly and frequently bought with the petty cash. 
The other day we had a casting with 150 models. Let's say the place looked like one beautiful piece of art with so many attractive people in one room. 
Best thing about this job is as nerdy as it sounds I'm getting paid to learn. Some photographers don't care, but most will talk you through everything and why you are doing something, i have been there for a few weeks now so i feel apart of the family 
Last friday i was there till 11:45pm having drinks and what not with the boss and other photographers/stylist. It ended with just Dean, Rich and I so they paid for me to get a taxi home... Ahhh so sweet. Dean is the boss/manager of the studio and says he will get me behind the camera soon, which is real exciting..each day I slowly move up the ladder to doing more important things. 
I'm also still very clumsy as you all know and honestly EVERY day I come home with new bruise or cuts. 
So far I have fallen down stairs, walked into a clothes rail on a Ben Sherman shoot (that bruised really badly) fell over on a Elle McPherson lingerie shoot (it wasn't actually her, just someone modelling her line) I'm pretty much Deena from Jersey shore minus the big boobs and fake tan. 

Cause I work 9-6 Monday-friday I have put my social life on hold for the time being, so there Isnt much to share on that front of things. 

I am also really poor so I  have been making do with what we have in Leytonstone..which isn't much. We had a few parties that got a little out of control at our house. I know your reading this Chloe Thomas so I am just going to say you are one VERY crazy girl and new love here in London. I forgot until my dearest mother reminded me, but apparently at the last party we had we thought it would be a great idea to skype my family...just for the record it's not at all especially after a few vodka shots!  
I have a new love for our house parties because I spend hardly any money, and being able to go to bed when you want is a bonus, the thought of having to get the night bus home is terrifying it's a lot worse than the L90 mainly because the weather makes everything so much worse, and when you fall asleep you know you will have to wake up by Avalon cause it is generally the last stop...Unfortunately if you fall asleep you just have to pray you wake up before Leytonstone..otherwise you are in trouble 



Now that I am no longer working at the pub, I miss my regulars and favourite customer John.. I managed to get a sneaky photo of him one day to show you all who he is. 
I am most defiantly sending my grandma over here and setting the two of them up on a blind date. Perfect match!


It snowed!!!! Finally, like proper snow, it was so beautiful and made me enjoy this cold winter..then it stopped snowing and getting to work Monday morning was very difficult, every day I leave my house later than I should and have to run to the tube station. It was impossible to do this Monday morning without slipping over. My lovely roof (favorite thing about my room/house) looked amazing. 
Now it's not snowing but bloody cold I don't understand how it can be this cold and worse in other countries, I still refuse to buy appropriate clothing..and can't afford to do so right now.



So I got my nose pierced. I have been wanting it for a while and always chicken out or agree to do so when drunk..but still chicken out or have no money. Turns out One of the stylists at works is friends with the guys at a famous piercing studio in Camden called cold steel. I may have forgotten to mention I work in camden those who have been in London know how lucky I am. Those who haven't Camden is one of my favorite places in london home to Amy Winehoise, Pete Doherty, and most of London's famous drug addicts and musicians. 
So as I was saying Rachel and I braved it up and went seeing as I vomited when I got my belly button pierced, and wanted to faint when I got my tattoo I knew this was going to end badly... Turns out it didn't, the guys were awesome and actually pierce a lot of Noel Fieldings friends (yes I left him my number to give to Noel the next time he is in..im sure he will call, there is nothing creepy about calling a stalking groupie. So the piercing was a success not much else to share about that. 

I get to look at this every time I get of the tube in Camden, and have to run around the streets on jobs. One very lucky girl I am. 


We have new neighbours. They are a crazy bunch, and I now spend most nights hanging out with my evil twin Jade and her housemates next door. She has replaced my dear best friend Anya, until she gets back... Of course she is no Anya that girl is irreplaceable but Jade does have a lot of similar qualities to her. 

New English Phases... That creep into my vocabulary 
Can't be asked = can't be bothered 
Innit = isn't it/you know what I mean..(actually this is used too often at work and basically thrown in any sentence)
Hiya = Hi... I would love to stop saying this but it comes out like word vomit
You alright = how are you. I hear this 15 times a day hard not to pick up on it..my family get all concerned and freaked out by this when I speak to them via Skype. 
I now have to pronounce some foods and words differently like; yoghurt, almond, vitamins, duvet
Mum: basically I have to pronounce my words like Nan Sherley or people legit don't understand what I am saying at work. 

Please send me some love. I haven't spoken to a lot of you in so long. Would love to know how you all are and what is new. 
Video facebook chats are the best!!!