Chapter one
My new years revolution was simple this year. to get a grip on life, so i decided to start a diary, to record the great moments of 35 years olds life and the shit ones. I'm currently in a huge relationship with my blackberry, but I'm having an adventurous and slightly out of hand affair with four other items
wine
bed
Ben
&
Jerry.
apart from having relationships with food and fabric i do have a strong friendship with three very... special people...
Mark - as a top ex-fashion designer hes almost too camp to function, as he made it big in Paris, once... he believes that its only necessary to make it big for once in your life he is now sharing a flat in London with two people he doesn't even know.
Karen - the workaholic, drinkaholic and of course the cow who phones me at work to cry about all the dickheads she manages to fall in bed with and then get played like a mouse with a blind cat. but she can give you some great advice on who not to socialise with, she is well spoken and we hate her for it as going out for a drink with her is like getting drunk with the queen.
Pippa - the upper middle class snob we all love, I'm not quite sure those words can actually make it into a sentence. as a journalist she will tell you straight what she thinks of you. for example we met Daniel Radcliffe out in London, we all greeted him congratulating him on his career as pippa decides its time to tell him to get back on his broom stick and fuck off to hagrids, well i think we all stood there thinking shiiiiiiiit. luckily a taxi drove past and we jumped in not knowing where we were going before anymore awkwardness arose from Pippa delightful comment.
oh i almost forgot, I'm Elizabeth but all call me Liz and this is my life in a few thousand lines.
