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!!! 

Bla Bla Blah

I have had a few request to write a new blog post but to be honest I have felt there has been nothing worthy to share with you all.

So I thought I had either two options A) Lie and make my life here in London sound a lot more interesting than it really is. Or B) tell you the truth and share with you the events of the past few weeks.

I have decided to go with option B so if you get bored feel free to return to your facebook stalking/lurking and come back in a few weeks time to hopefully read what we all hope is a lot more interesting than what I am about to share with you.

So I don’t know if I have mentioned this enough but it is Winter over here in London, and I just want to firstly point out that I left Sydney on it’s first week of spring, and arrived in London pretty much in Winter, this means I have not had the luxury of spending time in the sun or seen much sunlight as a matter of fact in a VERY long time.

Before I left I was always told people in London get depressed during the Winter I never believed such stories, but now it makes perfect sense. Most days I feel like I am living the life of a vampire just missing the hot Edward Cullum from the story.

I know I am complaining a lot… I love London I really do, but I don’t understand why it has to be so bloody called and dark all the time. Last week the temperature was at a average of 14 degrees, people wouldn’t stop telling me how warm it is, and acting as if it was beach weather. All I had to say was please come back to me when it is 40 degree weather and so hot that your physically can not move without sweating…Then we can talk about how warm it is.

So I got new house mates today, they are pretty cool a boy from Victoria, Australia and one from South Africa, so far they passed my friendship test as one has just informed me that his cousin is a Photographer for Vogue magazine in New York…. With no time to waste he got straight on it and emailed his cousin for the numbers of any one in the industry I could do some work experience or assist work with over here in London, with added PS; The next time this girl is in New York she will follow you around like a shadow or lingering ex girlfriend that you have tried relentlessly to get rid of.  I know I will deeply regret sharing with her your contact information yours truly Matt.

For those of you who were lucky enough to have received a AWESOME video via facebook, you would have realised that Anya my best friend was back in town for a little while (Not long enough unfortunately) she departed London to go home for Sydney just the other week. In the final days of her stay here I realised just how insane we are together and amusing our life really is, unfortunately not everyone else sees it this way by our un overwhelming responses to the videos we sent some of you.

So while Anya was here a lot happened and too much to  share with you so I will be quick and try break down the few weeks into a few words.

Anya was drunk since New years eve she left London on the 10^th….Not one of those days was she sober. She turned into a leopard. I striped naked after work on the streets of London into a dress to go out in (I should probably add I was sober and in Piccidily circus…my boobs were probably on display) sorry for the shame my family members and close friends of the family must be feeling right now. Made friends with Malfoy from Harry Potter. Anya learnt to speak in Puns. Anya got drunk at my work and had the most awkward conversation with customers in front of my boss. Anya stole  someone’s roo. Anya fell for a married man (after I told her 7 times) “this man thinks we have pretty faces but he is a MARRIED MAN” We got invited to a wedding, although it was for the best that we did not go and use and abuse the free alcohol that would have been on offer. We discovered that ordering a JUG of cocktails for yourself is not the best option. Option B the one Renee takes is the  more successful option which is to buy one cocktail at a time SO MUCH JUICE otherwise …and finally we discovered that just because I am wearing a basketball hat it does not make me gansta and cool…No Renee you can still not dance like Jessie J. It’s also a very bad decision to let Rachel’s actual gangster friends back to the house.

Once Anya left London it was time to start looking for more work, I cannot stress enough how poor I am right now. I will turn into a fish any day soon with the amount of Tuna and rice I live off. 

Everyone also loves me at the station when I pay for my tube ticket with pennies I find around the house.

The other day it cost me 45 pounds to get my Iphone fixed I only had 42 pounds on me, and I can shamefully say I flirted my way out of not paying the extra 3 pounds, I think there was even I flutter of the eyes lashes and twirl of the hair just to get me out of the awkward situation of being so broke and clearly not being able to afford my iphone back.

Today I was also told I am going to be evicted from my house for not paying rent over the past few weeks. So the next week or so should be pretty interesting. My next blog post will probably come from the 24hour Leytonstone McDonalds which I will adapt as my new house.

For those expecting the next chapter on my love story I will inform you now that there is no next chapter.

While Anya was here, we discovered that I have a problem with describing and finding every single person I meet perfect. It is possible I could find the good out of an alcoholic, drug taking, and homeless person and still describe him as the most perfect man… Wait a minute that is Pete Doherty and lets face it he is perfect in every single way possible in my eyes.

So what I am trying to say is that just because someone has a English accent, nice hair and good style does not mean they are my Chuck Bass and perfect guy…I am learning to stop falling in love with them and describing them as Chuck Bass or amaaaazing.

This is a guy that I have bumped into 4 times while here in London, all at different places.  

I have no idea what his name is, or he number but he is now taken on the identity of drug addict polish guy. 

Kinda strange and creepy... hopefully it is not love or fate.

Everything I have fallen in love with while living in London.

Geordie Shore – Uk version of Jersey Shore. Hotter people, cooler accents and just so much better. So good in fact when I have enough money to stop eating only tuna and rice, I am going to take a trip to Newcastle with my friend Rachel, cover ourselves in fake tan, fake nails and hair extensions, wear tiny dresses and get totally mortaled like they do.

English fashion

Saying the word “Innit” and calling chips “Crisps”…Well I have to call them this because at work it causes so much confusion if I don’t.

The Sun. The newspaper cost me 30p and is filled with all the best celebrity gossip and informs me on what’s going on in the world such as; Russel and Katys divorce.

Football. Ok ever since I went to Italy I found a love for the game, but now I find myself talking about it at least twice a day…just so many good looking guys… Go Arsenal!

The idea of summer, I am counting down the days and minutes….who would have thought a vampire looking girl like me could crave the beach and sun so badly?

The royal family. I am OBSESSED! Speaking of them everyone should watch Madonnas new film W.E, it’s very beautiful and a great romantic story.

Link to trailer =  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4lNg0cm69xU

 Anya's birthday cake..That she bought for herself. Yeah I am a pretty cool bestfriend.

Limo for Anyas 21st. We thought it was pretty cool, clearly no one else on facebook found it impressive and awesome!

I really do hope I see some of you soon over here, in the mean time I expect more skyping and facebook chats. I may look like a vampire but I am not dead yet, so please keep up the communicating

Here Comes Santa Claus

MERRY CHRISTMAS FOLKS!!
I am terribly behind in the blogging, for a while I had nothing to write about or interesting to share with you, then all of a sudden there was a overwhelm in stories and I couldn't find the time.

It is currently 3:05am. I can not sleep, I never seem to be able to sleep in this city these days! So please excuse me for any mistakes, or paragraphs that don't make any sense

So I feel I should re count the past few weeks and go backwards from Christmas....

Christmas:
What a let down! Worst day of my life....Some how it was worse than the day I found out Mark Ronsan got married and is no longer single.
I woke up and wanted to go back to sleep straight away and sleep through until the next day, but I knew this was not going to happen, so skyping the family and Anya were the only things going to cheer me up. Thankfully every one in my house was feeling the same, everyone was missing their families and sharing stories of what they do on Christmas day.
Anyway Christmas was spent with the house mates and neighbours and everyone made food, drank champagne, ate mangos that were not ripe, and dressed in summer dresses with the heaters turned up to make us feel like we were all back in Australia.

Christmas Eve;
I woke up next to a cute english boy.
I shall rewind and go back the night before Christmas eve and share with you the most romantic story that has ever happened to me.
So I work in a pub, as I have probably mentioned, and now that I know what I am doing I am having a lot of fun work there, and making friends with all the locals. Occasionally you get the odd good looking guy that comes in (but very rarely).
Anyway there was this one good looking guy having drinks with his friends and it took me a few hours to actually notice him, by this stage he was already pretty drunk with his friends. I was laughing and chatting away with them, while they got me to make random drinks like a black velvet and kept buying me drinks while I was working. Anyway eventually the guy I liked asked me for my number and asked what time I finished work to go out for a drink with him and his friends. (let me just share with you how much I dislike going out after work because after spending 11 hours at a bar you tend to smell like a alcoholic from all the beer that spills on you) so I declined his offer but invited him to our house party we were having the next night.
He was keen on this idea until the next day when he realised where Leytonstone was and ended up declining the offer. During the night of the party I also dropped my Iphone in water during a texting conversation I was having with him. The only thing I was worried about was getting his number from that phone. So for three hours I sat in my room watching it dry in rice - blow drying it- and watching it sit on the radiator in the hope it would work again (Three days later it is still broken may I add)
So this ruined my night pretty much and I thought I would never be able to see this guy again.
If you are still reading things do get a little more interesting in this romantic novel now....

The next day at work feeling hungover and not sure how I was going to get through a shift that started at 11am and finished at 11:30pm I look like crap and in the worst mood. All of a sudden the boy from the bar walks in with a friend, I am so shocked and happy to see him that I quickly run out the back and hide for like 3 minutes and fix my hair. I eventually go out to say hi and explain/complain about what happened to my phone while he continuously apologises for not coming to the party, then he pulls out a little Christmas present for me wrapped beautifully. I quickly go out the back to open it and jump up and down with excitement at how cute it was.
Then I go back to work talking to him and his friend in between serving people, the night is dragging on and eventually I have a break at 6pm and I sit with him and his friend and talk for half an hour (at this point they are both very drunk and I am so hungover I could vomit any second) during this conversation I find out that his name is Chris, he is a Lawyer and grew up in Kent in the country. He has a very posh accent like Colin Firth in Bridget Jones Diary, and could pass as Harry Potter but taller and older and without the awesome magically powers.  After half an hour I go back to work and before I know it Chris has paid my manager to let me finish work 4 and a half hours early. HE PAID THE MANAGER TO LET ME LEAVE WORK AND HAVE DRINKS WITH HIM!!
That does not happen in real life! I am so shocked and all the girls I work with are dying of jealousy, the other customers in the bar are all staring at me smiling at how funny and ridiculous the situation is.
We have now left my work awkwardly and we see Hamleys up the road (I have never been there before) so he is running me into the store and letting me play with all the cool Harry Potter toys and Barbies feeling like a little kid. Then we go off to another bar, where I find out that this boy has a studio in central London pretty much opposite Hyde Park, he has horses at his parents house (Judy Miller - HORSES!) and casually went to Oxford University.
Then we went off to a Blues bar, which was pretty cool I felt like I had gone back in time to the 1950's, for some reason we settled on going back to Leytonstone for drinks probably the dumbest idea because all I had to offer this boy was Tesco vodka (It cost me 7 pounds) and my house was covered in rice and destroyed from the party the night before my room looks like a rice field in my attempt to save my Iphone the night before.

So there you go guys sorry for boring you with all my lovey dovey talk, but I needed to share with you my cute romantic story.


Number 4 Privet Drive:
Casually hung out at the Dursleys house... Well old house. Anyway some of us girls left London for Bracknell and on the way went to see the house they used for the Harry Potter films. Unfortunately it isn't as exciting as it sounds as normal muggles live in the house and there were cars out the front instead of broomsticks, but it was still pretty cool. We danced around fist pumped outside the house and took millions of photos like pure freaks.
The area in general was really beautiful - we made friends with the locals at the Tesco and asked everyone if they were friends with Dudley, there responses were generally  laugh and thought we were mental. I am now looking forward to doing some travelling outside of London, it was so beautiful and everyone has lovely accents.

Christmas Party:
We had another party at Clarendon 9, which was even better than the last one..Minus the phone breaking and our house getting destroyed. Majority of the people I didn't know and there was a massive turn out seeing as most of us are all new to London.

Last week Rachel and I got our stalking on and went to see a band that had played at Winter wonderland that we thought were really good looking. It was meant to be a simple night of going to the club seeing them play and then in our minds we imagined they would spot us in the crowd and end up wanting to have a few drinks with us. Only the night didn't end up anything like that, we got off in Holborn and to get to the club all we had to do was follow the map on my phone, it sounds like a fairly simple task but was far from it. Some how we end up in all sorts of crazy places and actually made it to the club just as the band were leaving....So in classic Renee style we decide to follow them for a bit until I realise that all we are going to achieve from this is them realising two girls are stalkiing and following them and forever know us as the stalking freaks. So we give up on that and decide to head to one of our favourite clubs Vibe, what should have been a 10 minute walk turned into a hour and 15 minutes walking around London city in -4 degrees weather. My legs honestly felt like ice, and I was not impressed at our lack in sense of directions, eventually we decided to be losers and jumped in one those embarassing bike tuktuk things to get to the club,  you would typically see these in Thailand or Bali, but for some reason the Indians feel the need to ride them around London in the evenings and charge tourists a ridiculous amount of money  for taking you on a 2 minute ride. By the end of the night when we eventually got home I thought it would be a good idea to speak to my family on skype at 5:30am after having a few Jagger Bombs and skittle shots.

Saturday 2pm: I wake up.
So sick. Not hungover just sick with probably pneumonia from walking around London in the middle of the night. But my theory is there is nothing alcohol can not fix so by 10:30pm we were out of Leytonstone and heading to Brickalane after a few glasses of Jacobs Creek (clearly I am missing Australia just a tad) Bricklane has turned out to be my favourite place to go out to during the week and weekends, We headed to The Big Chill for my friend Pencils birthday and his cousin happens to be the cute looking guy I fell in love with when I arrived so convinently he was there which made the night a lot more fun.
Ps TD:  These boys live where they film The Inbetweeners! AHHHH! They also have a friend called Fred who I think looks like Neil.... He was not impressed by this statement and at one point threw me to the ground and sat on my face.
So anyway we started off at two bars in Bricklane, then jumped in Taxi's to a place called Frabric which I really don't like because it is crazy drum and bass music but is very well known and popular here.
On the way a police man pulled us over, some how during the conversation and questioning us on how we got there he mentioned that I looked like Jessie J, so in my drunken state I came up with a brilliant idea to try and convince this police man to be my "body guide" so we could skip the  30 minute line, (to get into character I put on a fake essex accent and I danced all gangsta like her) It is at times like this I question the decisions I make in life.....The police man didn't escort us into the club but we did manage to get straight to the front. The night ended at 5:30am when the boys left our place and within a few hours us girls had to be awake again  to get the train to Earls Court Arena to see T4 Stars of 2011. We had all been looking forward to this day for a while now, but when 9:30am arrived we couldn't have been any less keen.
The concert was amazing, with performances by Jessie J.... Who I just want to mention is the coolest and most gorgeous looking girl in England, she is a amazing dancer and I suggest you all see her perform live if you get the chance, There was also Ed Sheeran, The Wanted, Example, Professor Green, Dappy, Rizzle Kicks, The Only Way is Essex cast, Made in Chelsea (The  blonde hair w**ker guy ran straight past me actually) and cast of Skins (the lame season)
I can not even explain how exciting and fun the day was.


So that was my weekend... Usually I work on a Saturday or Friday night so not all my weekends are eventful and exciting hanging with celebrities. During the week I do work 11:00am - 11:30pm at a bar/pub for pay that doesn't even cover my rent.

The pub I work at is very cute, in St James which means the customers are usually buisness men on their lunch breaks or who have just finished work, but because we are such a small pub it means I sometimes have to do the cooking... I use the word "cooking" loosely as it is usually making a sandwhich toastie (pretty exciting I know) or reheating what the chef has already prepared. I have learnt how to pull a pint and pour drinks, I was very hopless at it on my first day but eventually got the hang of it, living with Mum and Stephen did mean that I did have a excellent  knownledge on my wines and how to make a proper Gin and tonic so I wasn't all that bad. Unfortunately we don't make too many tips here but I learn that if I put on a really stong Australian accent I tend to make enough tips to pay for my transport to get to and from work, and flirting has pretty much become part of the job description.
I am also doing some reception temp work which I LOVE! I get sent off to different real estate agents all over London, and usually get paid really well for doing nothing, the other day I had to put flyers in envelopes all day sounds boring but it is such easy pay and I get to be involved in office drama and gossip. Sometimes I feel like I am working at the sitcom "The Office" The other week I got paid to sit on the computer watching gossip girl and read my book because the office had their Christmas party and they needed someone in the office incase anyone called or came into the office.... Life can be hard I know!


I tried getting in the Christmas spirit and bought a tree with Rachel a few weeks before Christmas, I also bought fake snow in a can and then went  crazy spray painted the house with it... and our stray cat... We also have "Suck Em" spray painted  on our wall from Pencil and his hot cousin - Suck Em is apparently another english word we learnt from the boys they tend to use frequently.











I think I have mentioned too many times the fact that my room has a roof that goes off it from my window so I thought I would share with you all what it looks like

I intend on having a huge party up there some day. Not sure how safe the idea is though.

So Anya gets here today.
Knowing us it will be a few days of classy photos and endless drinking, making friends with freaks or models in London. I don't know what I will do when she eventually leaves Europe, I am looking into kidnapping her.
New years eve is just around the corner...What is everyones plans? I am looking at spending it in Edinburgh but this will be officially decided on this week.  Hope you all had a lovely Christmas, please come on skype or facebook video and chat with me!

SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS

There has been 20 years of very hot Christmas's spent on the beach, wearing summer dresses, BBQ's, Pools, Seafood, Summer Cocktails, and this year I have to exchange it all for snow, cold, fires, heavy coats and more cold!

I was dreading Christmas up until 2 days ago, I actually intended on sleeping the whole day pretending that the day didn't exsist I was that upset. Christmas is by far the best day of the year for me, and my family all know I get well into the celebrations, but this year to have it change completely and spend it with no family was just too frightening. My mind set changed when I entered Winter Wonderland the most magical and amazing place you have ever seen! It honestly is a Wonderland, the way I will attempt to describe it will do no justice to it.  First of all you get out of the station and you see beautiful Christmas lights everywhere so high up in the sky! To enter you walk under these amazing decorated huge arches in Hyde Park from here you are over welled with neat little cottages that have Christmas stalls, Christmas lights elegantly dangling from trees and hanging everywhere, crowds of people dressed in their warmest clothes, little Christmas pubs set up that make you feel like you are at the North Poles Ski lodge, then there are the rides... think Easter show but instead of irritating rave music, Christmas songs, Christmas themed rides and colours and more romantic. Best of all is the massive Ice skating rink decorated in lights with a huge Christmas tree and a band playing in the middle (Bonus the singer of the band was EXTREMELY good looking)

Spending the evening at Winter Wonderland made me realise how beautiful London is at Christmas and how exciting the month to come is going to be. In saying this as of yesterday I have also decided to spend Christmas in Italy with one of my closest friends and her family. So lets hope Italy is just as amazing.

I also bought myself a early Christmas present today. It was well worth every penny. 

The Scribblings of a Madcap Shambleton by Noel Fielding. I advice you to all go out and buy it if you are interested in contemporary art. Plus there is a few sexy photographs of Noel being good looking.

     

Sadly one of my house mates Brooke, leaves this Friday so this was our last weekend to party and make a mess of London with her. We began by hosting a party at our humble home. Some how or another word got out and majority of the people at our house we didn't even know. Needles to say it was a awesome night and was even better waking up to the most immaculate house I have ever seen (Canadian boy who just moved in decided to wake up hungover and go crazy cleaning the house top to bottom.. which is 3 1/2 levels might I add)

Rachel and I have started Sunday dates where we usually end up at Bricklane being super trendy and cool, then end up at Winter wonderland, this Sunday for some reason (possibly because of what I was wearing) every second person thought I was Lily Allen, people were double looking at me, I felt like I had something on my face until a few people came and questioned me and a few shop owners at the markets pointed out how similar I look to her. It is the weirdest feeling walking around having people think you a celebrity/A different person. So after hours of this we decided to go along with it, until we realised Lily Allen had a baby two days ago and clearly wouldn't be wondering the streets drinking and shopping with a child at home (Although she has done a lot worse so it wouldn't be that much of a surprise) 

This week I worked with the photographer Steven Hoskins again on a photo shoot at his studio, I was a tiny bit star struck when one of the owls that features in the Harry Potter films turned up, the animal handler also works on a lot of TV shows and films, and spends a lot of time on the show Never Mind The Buzzcocks, as discrete as possible I tried hinting how much I love Noel Fielding on the show, and how I would love to tag along with him one day, maybe pretend to be his assistant even though I hate animals... unfortunately there is no discrete  way in asking this question.... Back to the photography, I am looking at turning my basement downstairs into a studio, it's the perfect place for a studio although the roof is very low. I can easily fit in there because I am a midget like my mum, but I don't know how I'll intend on getting tall models in there.

NOTE* Anyone reading this from Petersham house,  my basement is a smaller version of spliff/rape dungeon. I was so scared to go down there for a month but when I did so many memories from Petersham house came back to me.

I also have a possible pub job lined up, if all goes well tomorrow I could be working at a really cute pub near Green Park (close to Buckingham palace) the area is full of beautiful art galleries and designer shops, most of the men who go to the pub are what we call "London suits" which will make working a lot more entertaining than working with Australians. I do miss  home a lot and I love it every time I see Home & Away or Neighbours on TV but working and living with Australians is a bit ridiculous while in London, and kinda defeats the purpose of moving here.

ALSO about 5 minutes ago my friends and I just bought tickets to T4 stars of 2011, which is similar to MTV music awards, but in Earls court with guest such as Jessie J, Example, Ed Sheeran, The Wanted, Professor Green and wait it gets better.............. The cast of MISFITS, MADE IN CHELSEA ANNNNND THE ONLY WAY IS ESSEX. With more people to be announced, It is all too over whelming, going to this concert will feel like Christmas, I will be that happy.
I am also super happy because I am the owner of a Onsie the most ridiculous piece of clothing as well as the best thing ever invented for adults. It's a Christmas onsie which makes it even funnier, It's so comfy I even wear it to the shops.

My Onsie.

While living with a house of Australians + 2 Canadians I have not only picked up the British language and expressions but also learnt so many other Australian sayings I didn't even know existed. One night I had a friend over who is very typical Australian from the Gold Coast. When he spoke to my flat mates I honestly had to interrupt them constantly to ask them what particular words meant and laugh as I didn't think people actually spoke like that in Australia... Apparently they do, and according to him and my flat mates I have a typical "Posh Sydney Accent" ....That is not a thing guys, just because I don't use the words "USE" when taking about a group of people.

Renee's Guide to the London Language.

These are words or expressions I have picked up and embarrassingly sometimes enter in my new English Vocabulary 

Well Shattered = Tired

Mint. =  Hot

Mortalled = Drunk (Hey it's better than Maggot) 

Necking On or Snog = Kissing

There isn't too much more to mention or report on in London, but I did find out some  useful information about Leytonstone, the place I hate to now call my home;

The band Iron Maiden are from Leytonstone. There was a Jack the Ripper murder 1 block away from my house and lastly the only evidence to prove that Leytonstone isn't just the home of drug dealers and freaks is that Alfred Hitchcock was born here! Yes the genius of cinema was born only a few streets away from my house.  

Ps; Please continue the skype dates guys. Especially the drunken ones
Miss and Love you all x

HIGH KICK.

I am a little bit behind in the blog posts these past few weeks for a number of reasons. Mainly because my favourite person in the whole world, Anya came to stay with me! and what was meant to be a few nights in London turned into a extend week of drinking and partying together. I have also been extremelly sick, and been busy on photo shoots.

The Roxy.
A club in Central London that we go to on a Tuesday night with cheap drinks really good music and usually very cute guys!
On this night we experienced; Typical Italian boys being sleezy, Aladdin, losing each other and having to find our way home alone, Jim Chapman, Naked Model in the house, and lots of alcohol.

Camden.
A night I will NEVER EVER forget this day/night, it was possibly one of my favourite nights outs in London with Anya and her cousin Jack.
Waking up on Wednesday not feeling the best we headed to Camden for what we thought was going to be one or two drinks at a pub while Anya catched up with her cousin and I tagged along. We were extremely wrong because once again at 5am we find ourself stumbling home.

Eventually we leave Camden, for drinks on the streets of London from a off licence (Smirnoff with the girls) after being trash bags here we eventually move onto a few bars in Central London, where we meet some of Jacks friends. This is when the night got interesting and before we knew it they were buying us shots and a endless supply of drinks. I am still un sure if publishing the photos from the night on facebook was a great idea or terrible idea, because I think my family and friends will forever look at Anya and I in a different light. I just want to remind everyone a lot of alcohol was consumed and I do not usually look like such a freak! We had one of the best nights with so many laughs and a typical Nya Nya and Nay Nay night.

Last week I also spent two days on a photo shoot for the pet food Purina. One thing I discovered is that I never in my life want to do animal photography, and that models seem to spend a lot of time on shoots complaining about nearly everything and get paid a lot of money to sit around on their Iphones and Ipads.
I learnt so much from the fabulous animal photographer Steve Hoskins. Although the days are long with early starts and a lot of running around, and sometimes hours spent doing nothing, I had so much fun and luckily been asked to come back as a paid Photographers assistant next week. When I got the phone call from Steve I had no voice and sounded like a frog, I was so un well that I had to spend a few days in bed, while Anya had to spend her time in London with my flat mates, thank god they all loved her and endlessly tried to convince her to stay longer in London.

I couldn't seem to let Anya leave without another night out in Camden, so in true Anya and Renee date style we went to a gay and lesbian pub for dinner and then ended up at a few bars with Kismet and Brooke, once again the camera was out and I seem to be always captured at my worst! The night wouldn't be complete without a few cocktails at a Salsa dancing club where we clearly didn't fit in but I do intend on taking up Salsa dancing in the near future, making friends with Polish drug addicts (We do attract freaks where ever we go) and attempting to Pole dance, actually more like failing at Pole dancing, it's a extremely difficult task and not elegant in the slightest. But the favourite part of the night was at the end singing and dancing away to Chaka Khan Aint Nobody, blaring away in the taxi, I have honestly never heard a voice quiet like Anya's before and witnessed some dance moved that should probably never be tried out on the dance floor.

Eventually Anya did leave London, but things are a little awkward and strange without her here. There was only one thing to do without her and that was to continue drinking and partying which we did do this weekend. I intended on having a quiet night in with some vodka and roasting marshmallows on the fire, but of course I have no will power and got dragged out to Bricklane and the night ended at a Warehouse party near London Bridge. When someone says to you "Oh the walk from Bricklane to London Bridge is only 10 minutes" Don't ever believe them because it is NOT! I have experienced this first hand and the walk in high heels is over a
hour long. Decpite going to sleep at 5am I managed to get up super early and head out to Portobello markets with Rachel and then to the Bricklane Markets. Both are my new favourite places in London, and I intend on becoming a regular every Sunday. Some how the English manage to do everything so effortlessly cool, and all look so stylish and trendy. I felt like the biggest dag in my new favourite Jack the Ripper cape that I wear religiously and red dress. The people at Bricklane can wear a brown paper bag dress and still make it look like it's the best outfit invented.
The markets were deadly, for some reason I kept trying to convince myself that I needed weird antiques and vintage clothing that I will probably never make use out of. I did buy a few pressies for the family and some posters for my room to brighten it up a bit.

So that is about all to fill you in on folks. This weekend is going to be very exciting as some of us girls are off to see Example and Ed Sheeran perform in Hackney. I am also off to the Winnie The Pooh forest which is a hour out of London and an actual place, we are all dressing up in characters packing a picnic and re living our childhood memories. On the way back we will stop off to purchase/steal/cut down a Christmas tree for the house. Then there is also the house party we are having to say farewell to the lovely Brooke who goes back to Melbourne. Ice skating at the Winter Wonderland and hopefully another visit to Bricklane markets.
Missing you all a lot and haven't spoken to most of you in a while. I love my little skype dates with some of you so we must make it a more regular activity and for those who were asking for my address it is; 9 Clarendon Road, Leytonstone, London E111BZ.

For Mum and anyone else of your age reading this interested in the normal and general information on London: It is cold. Not snowing. The sun goes down at 3:30 this is not a joke by the time it hits 4pm it is pitch black. I feel I could possibly pass as a vampire I am so white.
City has gone crazy over Frankie getting kicked out of X Factor for his drug and sex antics.
One day I thought I was going to turn into a giant tea bag because I drank/drink so much tea here.
I have new house mates a girl from Canberra, a Canadian boy and girl.
I am planning on taking a trip with Anya to Brighton at some point, and no idea on plans for Christmas as of  yet.
Feel free to come visit me...........Anyone.

xoxo