Of Accountants, Bells Whiskey and Ooh La La

THE LADY OF THE WEEKEND, MISS STELLA ARTWAT!

Oh my freaking god! How awesome was STF05ptIItbsb?!
Friday ended up as a bit of a rush jobby as we had a somewhat late arrival. Was cool as ever to see Princess again so after a good chin wag of a catch up gettin ready go out and some vodka and cranberry juice, we hit the tiles of Mardi Gras. She was there. She sang to us. She made us laugh. She made us cry. She made us squeal at one point. Stella is a legend. Please find below excerpts from said night:
"Quentin Tarantino is releasing a new movie - Resevoir Wogs. Oh don't hiss you'll be telling it tommorrow"
"I wanted to sing Katrina and the Waves but I can't get the backing vocals"
"I was as pissed as a matress in a nursing home"
"Stand at the other end of the room you're tipping it over"
Had us howling. Also had a personal birthday message which made me cream on the spot. Sigh. Big thanks for that guys. Ended up doin bar b after that with goldfrapp being the song of the night (ooh la la indeed) and red aftershock chasers (damn you martini), then onto the new bar faith. Walked in. paid £1. Walked straight back out again. Four trannies dancing on a bar the size of the front of the tuns in a georgian style setting aint 'a superclub' if you ask me. Less than impressed we dragged stroponstoke and the gang up to flamingos. As impressive as 'Lolly' miming live onstage with two overweight cocaine fuled cheerleaders in Kittys tights can be, it seemed to do little to phase Stropon who berated me with the blame as a 'hairy chested green t-shirt wearing bastard' so as you can see she was back on form friday with many a lemon suckin face! We ended up having possibly the BEST night out EVER amid lots of dancey choons and vodka. I ended up suddenly being in Los Gringo takeaway (as is religious when visiting blackpool) suddenly nose bleeding all over. Excused myself and sat by a phone booth to have Princess carry me off home. Only the next morning I actually found out it was Martini who hauled my ass back to the b&b with some as yet untapped mimsy strength!
Saturday saw a biiiiig lie in with all plans to pleasure beach dashed with ensuing hangovers. Saw Princess off at the station and slept for all of 2 hours before we headed to the front for chips and curry sauce with hen party groupings. After a deep and meaningful conversation on how big seagulls are we took our time getting ready and got into the flying handbag where it was 'f**kin roastin' in there. Ah Sherrin you were with us in spirit! Much more of a view last night but truth be told we were all feeling a little drained still from the previous festivities. Neil was the first to drop on the way to Mardi Gras for our rebout with Stella. I had a piccy taken and everyfink with her and she did her swing number. Classic! Then it was bar b and flamingos once again, although the return of Martinis tonsilitis and my thirst for anything NOT containing vodka made it a comparitivly tame night and caused early departures from 'A Gay'. Made much more interesting by a guy I spotted in a blue polo shirt with the most amazing blue eyes and smile. Made many awkward glances and advances through the medium of subtley organised dance to get closer and find out his name was Richard. An accounting student. Who happened be stopping in our hotel too. From Leamington outside Brum. 20 (21 this weekend coming) and currently studying in Warrick. One word sum this fella up was WOW, as agreed by all gathered! Talked all night about everything and nothing - looks, body, smarts, sense of humour he has it all! Really really sweet guy and uber sound. Left blackpool today with a hefty cheesy smile on my face and a new number on my phone that i can see being responsible for a healthy bill this month... Unlike the tonsilitis ridden Martini (doped up on panadol and neurofen, can't remember driving us home at all!) and a rather quiet Dicky (reasons not given, just a bit tired we think) I was full of energy still until we got in the car. Now drained and planning a six day sleep!
Didn't see as much of Paul, Steve, Colin and Neil as previous times (different accomodation and no pleasure beach) and only saw Chris in flamingos despite discoverin he too was in the same hotel as us! But a big big thanks to those of you who did make it and didn't cancel after I paid the room deposits lol.
I'm off to soak my jellied thighs in a bath and knit my head mush back together. Keep smilin y'all!

Wings xXx