Wednesday 27 October 2010

Hell's kitten

howdy non existent blog viewers,

apologies for they non existent posts in the past couple of weeks.......Ive been a very busy bee....


first things first, Ive completed a series of photos for a little company named "HUSH! SECRET GIGS"      ( had to plug...its run by me mates!) they pulled a gig together in the space of 24 hours with MC Shortie ( who was very nice ..... even if i didn't have a clue who he was....)



here's a little taster of the evening:





( excuse the lanky chap in the first picture.....apparently hes a DJ....he he)


After this amazing event we were given the all clear to shoot our new documentary "Show Girls" in Paris, and more importantly the "Moulin Rouge". Very excited!


but most disturbingly I had to dress up like this, (guess the costume):


in order to celebrate 3 people's 21st birthday bashes ( one of which had about 3 previous parties anyways!), well i think the birthday girls had a great time as by the end of the night.....one of them was looking like this:


oh dear.

In other news I took the first part of my CBT (motorbike type test) today.

(I say first part...as we ran out of time due to poor light......so i DID NOT FAIL....as some people wish to think....)

Gotta admit that I was undergoing the test so that i could ride my little 40cc moped around London. However when I got there the instructor obviously felt that that was not enough of a challenge for me, and thus presented me with a 125cc bike.....which was defiantly ALOT more fun.

As far as tests go i usually find them pretty boring, and assumed this particular test would be no different.....


wrong.

Here is a complete run down of what i had to endure and will have to continue to endure in order to gain the provisional licence:

1. the instructor took a particular liking to me..... examples include:
and
- looking at me, in a particular way that made me want to speed off into the sunset.
- ( to me) "you look like a "hell's kitten" at the moment, but I'll sure turn you into a "Hell's angel", i know some good burlesque shops...."
- ( again to me) " sure you can take your jacket off....your other bits to...."

2. A Mexican ( I think) man, with a very reveling pair of trousers. ( the instructor called him a "dick")

3. I think the instructor was a bit of a racist as he stated to an Indian chap who was also taking the test:

" You won't find any dirt tracks round here mate".

oh year i also split my trousers which prompted the instructor to come out with "well if you need me to check".


gotta say though.....I did have a really good laugh.... even if I did have to shower when I got home.....


mine was the red one.



that's all for now....oh ignore the CV section at the mo....gotta update it!

ciao!