We have seventy dollars and a pair of girls underpants. We're safe as kittens.

This Friday's blog is sponsored by my favourite director and screenwriter John Hughes, who died this morning aged 59 from a heart attack.

I don't think i can put it into words better than my darling friend Vic when i told her the news this morning.

"I am truely devastated, that man was like Jesus to us."

Yep, that basically sums it up. John Hughes was my HERO. There has, in my opinion, never been a man who captured so much of a generation right through his career. Iconic movies like The Breakfast Club, Weird Sciene, Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink and Ferris Bueller's Day Off shaped the 80's and gave us the group we know today as "The Brat Pack". He also wrote Home Alone, Mr Mom, Flubber, Uncle Buck and Beethoven, so the man had skills. So i am genuinely quite upset. Sure the last thing he did was Drillbit Taylor which, although i haven't seen, i have heard is less than stellar.

So John Hughes we salute you !

For your kickass movies, soundtracks, characters and quoteable one liners. Oh and also for bringing Andrew McCarthy and Jon Cryer into my life!!

"I am now, and will forever be, a Duckman"

Imitation is the sincerest form of battery.

So this blogger is sick.

We're talking full blown quarentine flying pig flu.

This a problem not only because i have missed two days of work now and will probably be roasted alive when i'm well enough to go back but also because i've been cut off from the outside world, which means i've not had much to blog about.

However lucky me managed to have a pretty fantastic weekend before catching the dreaded lurgy and becoming a shell of her former fabulous self.

My saturday was the best i've had in such a long time. Had a girl's night in with Miss V and the best one of the best ones, my wifey. We educated her in 80's cinematic masterpieces such as Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles, ordered lush chinese and drank enough cider to fuel a soho bar on a busy weekend.

Then came 1am. That time of night where you're at a crossroads. You can go to bed knowing you had a good night, noone got hurt, you didn't make too much of a fool of yourself and you had a zero percent chance of getting arrested, OR you can take the other road.

If you know me, you'll be fully aware of which road we took.
It's the one that ended with these photos.

Yep. We entered a whole new era of class. One involving drinking champagne in a park at 2am in our pjs. Not bad for girls ages 19, 21 and 25. At least it wasn't Lambrini.

I really do love my girls.

This weekend me and Balboa have resolved to have a messy one. Britney meltdown messy.

This is what i'm looking forward to.

Here's a shock.

I still love 3oh!3 an exuberant amout and this song has been my most spinned lately making me dance around my sick bed.

and this song here i was introduced to by Beatso. Win.

Pee ess.

Blog title.

you might have my wardrobe but you don't have my style.

xoxo

Things I Love Friday!!

OOOOPS!! My bad. I didn't even realise it was Friday and i hadn't done my weekly update.
I don't even have the time now so this week all i'll be giving you is this week's honourable mentions...

http://asianposes.com/, My friend's carnage birthday parties, My wicked cool new Las Vegas sign necklace, Matty's car banter, Reheated pizza, Big Brother starting, Pina Coladas at the pub with the Boyhalf, Spending an inordinate amount of time in beer gardens, Bands that sound like dying pigs, Boys in tennis shorts, Giving up the ghost, http://seekingarrangement.com/ (the elite Sugar Daddy site. obvs), "Can you imagine getting a card from him, pentagram drawn all over the inside.", Teaching the Hoedown Throwdown to everyone in Korova with the girls.

Songs of the week
Milow - Ayo Technology
Papa Roach - To Be Loved
Jack's Mannequin - Swim
Paramore - Rewind
Dizzee Rascal - Bonkers.