Thursday, December 3, 2009

LONDON BABY!



My wonderful boyfriend Angus as a birthday surprise took me away to London! It's certainly going to be difficult to compete with that at Christmas... especially as a poor student!

We headed down on Friday 26th December. We got first class train tickets which was very nice... at least for free alcohol although the food isn't recommended (if your asking, an onion baji in an a rubbery nann bread). A lovely professional gentleman in front was coughing and I'm sure he was sick as we heard quite a bit of moisture, but no one reacted... not the type of experience you expect from first class!

Once in London we headed to Covent Garden where we experienced the delights of Ben's Cookies... mmmmmm! After a lengthy walk and getting lost in London, we went to see Sister Act The Musical... a brilliant stage rendition of the movie, and Whoopi Goldberg fans will not be disappointed! The stage was amazing, and performers were brilliant, although it was slightly disappointing that not one of the original music was in the performance, however the new music was hilariously funny and equally catchy.

The following morning the weather was atrocious so we headed to the Tate Modern Gallery, followed by the British Museum. That evening we dined at the best French restaurant outside of Paris in SoHo. From the superb Sole fish to the hot waiters, it was amazing... if only I could remember the name!

After dinner we headed back to the theatre where we watched Avenue Q.... how to describe it? Its like the muppets... for adults... on steroids! One lady next to us, clearly didn't know what she was in store for and walked out during the intermission and didn't return. They were blasting out hits such as 'Everyones a little bit racist sometimes', and we got to see some muppet sex scenes! It did have some good foundations to the story though, basically lifes shit but its only for now...

On Sunday we headed to the O2 arena at the Millennium Dome where we had booked to see the Michael Jackson exhibition. There was a wonderful array of outfits and antiques from Michael's home, and even explained how he did the famous Smooth Criminal lean. The saddest part was at the end, when you can leave messages for the Jackson family in a memory book, and after before the exit you walk into a dark room where Michael's famous white sparkly glove is sat, and Man in the Mirror was played... it very sadly brought me to tears, but it was so emotional, and so sad that he wasn't around anymore.

After my little pilgrimage, we got drenched in the rain and so after a walk around Covent Garden, we had a rest at the hotel. That evening we had a more relaxing evening of dinner and drinks.

Our final morning in London was spent in St James's park and a walk over to Buckingham Palace and WestMinster Abbey. We went to the Churchill Museum where we learnt all about Churchill's life and his times during the Second World War and were introduced to a secret annex which went all the way to 10 Downing Street.

After all the exciting events, we took our journey back to sunny Manchester... which was raining more than London. Sad to leave but looking forward to the next adventure!

Monday, November 2, 2009

I'm alive... and back!


It has been a long while since I last updated this online journal of my exciting life, and quite a bit has happened recently, so I'm back! I know you were missing me.

I am now back in the land of Leeds and falling back into the life of a student. How hard work it is; waking up in a morning to Jeremy Kyle, followed by This Morning, Loose Women.... then a LECTURE.... then back just in time for Mr Paul O Grady. If you think that is tough you should see the amount of nights out and alcohol I have to consume to live up to this vocation.

As you will have also seen I'm back with the Angus... and while some people might thinking 'What the hell??', we are incredibly happy and better than ever :) In fact we are off to London Town in just a few weeks which was his very thoughtful birthday present to me :)

Apart from the drinking, socialising... oh and a bit of studying, I've been attending concerts! The first of which was Pink! I met my friend Sandra (from America... well she's from Sheffield, but lived with me in America so you get the shizzle. shut up) and after a few catch up coctails we headed to the MEN Arena to see one of the most exciting show cases I've seen since Kylie Minogue (I know I need to get out more). But what a performer! Flinging about all over the stage, she is quite the contortionist! She sang songs both old and new, from Lets get this party started to So What, she did them all, and even covered Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, Crazy by Gnarls Barkley and Blondie's 'I touch myself'... and well... she didn't just sing that last one (thats all I'm saying). To no ones surprise there were a lot of lesbians there... I questioned Sandra as to what that said about her?

The Monday after I met up with Sandra in her home town of Sheffield, where along with her mum and sister (she has a cool family) we went to see GreenDay! I didn't know if the band would be able to live up to Pink's showmanship but they blew us away. With pirotechnics left, right and centre, they really haven't lost it. I was slightly gutted they didn't play as many old ones as they did new, but they still fit in Time of Your Life, Basketcase, Minority and Scumbag.

This past weekend me and the Angus celebrated Halloween. We thought no better way to do it but go to see a scary movie, so we went to see Michael Jackson's This is it! (I kid, I kid, he's a genius and always will be). Angus very kindly came with me, much to his dismay, however he came out complementing the star! It was an amazing movie, the only criticism I have is that it was just rehearsals; I felt that with interviews and different footage they could have compiled a bit of a story together from Michael agreeing to the tour, to London, to auditions, rehearsals and the sad day he died. But in the 2 hours which the movie played, you could see what a magnificent show it was going to be, and what a magical performer he still was. Whoever said he had lost it, had it wrong. It was sad to think that he never got to play it to just one full stadium, but his work will always be available on the DVD which is available in a few weeks (I would get a great job in marketing wouldn't I??). It was also sad that this was to be the closest I was ever get to see the king of pop in concert; but I have my commemorative ticket at home, ready to be framed and have that little piece of history forever. He was due to play some amazing songs from Black or White, Earth Song, Beat it, Billie Jean and You wanna be startin' something. They were also going to play my favorite song - Jam, which I was surprised as while its my favorite MJ hit, I didn't think it was anyone elses! What did annoyed me were the protesters who stood outside cinemas across the world at the premier claimed the film was unfair, and didn't show Michael's true health in the final weeks... but if Michael knew this movie was to be made, surely he would want a movie to show him as the amazing performer he is, and now his downfall. He wanted the world to see his masterpiece, and this is the only way to see it. So shut up and go see it.

That evening we had a Halloween Party at Angus's apartment. We made Absinth and Vodka jelly and pumpkin pies! I dressed as Michael Jackson, and Angus dressed up as Jesus.... the two together at last! I had the hat, the glasses, the wig, the bandana for a surgical mask and the suit. Angus said he couldn't afford a diamond encrusted glove, but I think the suit just worked without.

I am now sat in my 6 bedroom bastard student house with my awsome roommates. With 3 bathrooms,( one of which is my en suite, another has gold plated tiles and the main bathroom has a jacuzzi bath), beautifully decorated lounge with plazma tvs, dining room, conservatory, walk in wardrobes and a deck looking over our garden... it really is a PALACE of student house. Now before I begin to brag I'm going to take my modest mind off to my king size bed. Ok its not king size. and I'm not at all modest.

I have a month ahead of parties, Ricky Gervais stand up shows and a trip to London, and will be reporting on all in good time. But in the mean time... Goodnight my dedicated followers!

Monday, August 24, 2009

V Festival 2009


What can I say? It was bloody awsome! The music, the weather... but most of all... the company.

It began at 10am on Friday morning where myself, Vanessa and Shaun got the coach down to the festival. Absolutely no traffic the entire journey, so no humorous stories there, but all the same began a perfect beginning to our trip. However our friends who were meeting us there who had our tents ready to set up had a different story; they set off at 7am in the morning, got stuck in traffic; Kat decided she needed the toilet and got out and went along the hard shoulder when traffic suddenly speeded up, and Kat was left running down the motorway after her transportation. They arrived minutes before we did.

We arrived at the festival at 2pm, and as soon as we got off the coach, we had ourselves a well deserved beer... about an hour later we put up the tents and the festival began. I purposely bought a cow painted tent thinking I was different... I turned up and half the bloody festival had them, as well as someone in my own group, which the others thought it would be funny if they swapped our tents in the night, just to confuse our drunken selves.

Saturday morning began very sunny! So sunny that I'm currently sat here looking like a lobster! We went down to the arena and began with some fantastic performances by Ocean Colour Scene, James Morrison, Biffy Clyro and James. Elbow as usual were mellow as sin... I'm not a fan (sorry), and wonder why these people are ever so high up on a festival line up... dreary crap. However Snow Patrol soon put an end to that with an amazing performance, spilling out some of their best tracks. I was slightly gutted that Oasis actually managed to turn up to Staffordshire, as I would of loved an extended performance from Snow Patrol. Also the fact that Oasis bring Oasis fans... who are in my opinion the scummiest people who shouldn't ever attend a festival. As soon as we arrived on the coach it was obvious who the Oasis fans were, the typical Northern louts who for some reason think they are actually Noel Gallagher. I would of quite liked to have seen their disappointed faces in Chelmsford. I'm a bitter bastard, I know...

Anyway I am glad Oasis did turn up Staffordshire in end, as I did hear in Chelmsford there were some riots due to them not turning up and I don't care for trouble; but more so for the fact I went to see a fantastic performance from Keane. I was saddened to see how few people turned up to see them; the place was empty. Tim, their lead singer, at one point asked the crowd to scream louder 'to drown out the din from the main stage'. Here... here.

We went across to see Lady Gaga, who provided a very amusing performance. She kept reminding us how much she enjoyed 'cock', and I was so hoping mothers had brought their young children to see their idol play, as that would be an awkward conversation for later... Lady Gaga however did turn up 15 minutes late, and ran over her set, which caused the sound crew to pull the plug, leaving her very embarressed and had to apologise to a booing audience.

The night ended with MGMT. During their gig, huge enflatable balls were being kicked around. I went to go and throw one, when my shoe went flying into the audience and clouted someone on the head. I quickly ran in and retrieved my shoe... luckilly no one had decided to throw it further (they were my only pair!), and I was reminded why men like me should never play football.

Sunday began with breakfast at 10 am which consisted of a nutri grain bar and John Smiths finest ale. After a few hours of midmorning boozing we headed down to the arena where I managed to purchase myself a Michael Jackson styled hat... more so for the fact that my hair was something to be desired. It was a cool hat though... in fact a bar man who had awsome afro hair asked me if he could have it... I told him I'd do a fair swap, he could have the hat if I could have his hair. He didn't accept.

We watched the brilliant Noisettes, followed by a bit of dancing in the Bacardi dance tent. We returned later to watch Dizzee Rascal and then caught the last part of Lily Allen, who once again I would have loved to have seen parents bring their children to see the famous Lily who was belting out tracks such as 'F*ck you very much' and songs about her giving oral sex to selfish boys.... interesting. But she was incredibly entertaining, and very much a perfectionist... so much so she stopped half way through her new song 'Not fair' to yell at her guitarist who messed up and demanded they begin the song again.

This followed by The Wombats and The Ting Tings, and a belting performance from Pendulum. The crowd weren't as crazy as at download festival for Pendulum, however two gentleman dancing behind us brought flame throwers... which really made the evening explosive, even if it was a tad dangerous.

We managed to catch up with the entire group for the end of the night to watch the Killers, which was a perfect ending to a perfect weekend.

Monday morning we woke up bright and early, said our goodbyes and made our way home. The coach journey back was just as perfect as going, absolutly no traffic, although the Oasis chav fans on our coach insisted we stop off at Charnock Richard services, 15 minutes away from Preston! Unbelievable.

But now I'm home, I've got into a nice bubble bed and ready for an early night in a very comfortable bed! :)


The performances I saw over the weekend are as follows:

Saturday:
Ocean Colour Scene
James Morrison
Biffly Clyro
James
Elbow
Snow Patrol
Lady Gaga
Keane
MGMT

Sunday:
The Noisettes
Dizzee Rascal
Lily Allen
The Wombats
The Ting Tings
Pendulum
The Killlers

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Back in Britain!


My final week in America began in Las Vegas! Casino City! I landed at 8am at the Las Vegas airport, and was amused to find that you don't have to even leave the airport to begin gambling!

I arrived at the El Cortez on Fremont Street, and found that Vegas is really not a morning place. I left my belongings at the hotel and wondered down to the strip. The place was dead. Silence. I know I was wondering the desert but I expected some excitement? But no one appeared until lunchtime, when suddenly a mass of people dispersed onto the streets!

I couldn't believe how massive this city was, and how different it was from any other American city. You can smoke indoors and drink in the streets, and gamble 24/7, to which most people take advantage of. No matter what time you are up in vegas, whether its 10pm at night or 5-6am in the morning, the casinos are full.

The first evening I had tickets to see Cirque Du Soleil, which turned out to be an amazing show. However before hand I decided to dress up in a suit (which I had purposely bought for my travels). I get to Las Vegas and find that people don't even dress up for even the nicest of establishments. Embarressed that I appeared to be the ONLY person in a suit, I found the most expensive restaurant I could find, which was in the MGM grand, where even here people were still coming in jeans. The prices were extortionate but was worth it if only to fit in.

The next morning I set off to the Hoover Dam and the Grand Canyon. With a keen interest in 1920s american history, I couldn't wait to see the Hoover Dam, a true iconic moment in american history, but also an industrial wonder of the world; followed by one of the seven wonders of the world; the Grand Canyon. The group I was with took a ride across the west brim of the canyon, a walk across the skywalk (I wouldn't bother...) with beautiful views of what is essentially a hole in the ground, but breath-taking all the same. This followed by a meal and entertainment at a local ranch. That evening I went to see the light show on Fremont Street and watched some live bands across the downtown area.

My final day in Vegas was spent in the shopping malls and checking out the casinos; however not for the casinos themselves as I don't actually gamble. The casinos are filled with rollercoasters, attractions, lion inhabitants in some cases! I also managed to visit the shop where Michael Jackson famously spent millions on Martin Bashire's documentary 'living with Michael Jackson'. They weren't letting the tourists in, however they must of assumed I had money as they let me straight in. After all the shopping and rollercoaster fun, I went to see the Blue Man Group perform which was hilariously entertaining. However word of warning; never turn up late to their performances, a poor couple turned up a few minutes late, and they stopped the show, put a spotlight on them and got the crowd to constantly sing 'Your late' until they got to their seats. Also never buy front row tickets as you will have to wear a rain coat to avoid the paint spillages on your clothes, glad I'd learnt not to turn up in my suit that evening!

The next day I awoke and went down to reception where I had booked the complimentary airport shuttle. They directed me outside where I was welcomed with a black executive jaguar, and the gentleman had the door open ready for me! I assumed there was a mistake and protested that the car wasn't for me... I was paying $20 a night for this hotel, I was surely getting a van of some form to the airport? But no the driver insisted the executive jaguar was for yours truly, and so I stopped protesting and accepted the free ride!

I flew to San Francisco, where my friend Renee was awaiting in the airport. We travelled up to the Haight District, an area full of hippy stores and anarchist shops, and BEAUTIFUL hairy hippy men. I gave a woman collecting for opposing against prop 8 $20 in the hope to hurry it up so I could marry one of these gorgeous fiends and live in San Francisco forever! We then went to the Castro where Harvey Milk famously began his campaign to provide homosexual rights. It was like a mini pilgrimage to the gay holy land!

We then took a famous San Francisco trolley down to Fishermans Warf where we attempted to get tickets across to Alcatraz, but it was booked up for 2 weeks! Ridiculous. But we got some good views of the island, and gives me another reason to return (besides the beautifully dirty hippies of course)! We walked along the water front where we discovered San Francisco seems to have a large number of homeless people. In fact on a trip to a public restroom, I had to step over, not one, but TWO homeless men asleep on the bathroom floor in order to use the urinals. I couldn't handle that so instead I waited until we found the nearest restaurant where I could also try some of that San Francisco famous Clam Chowder.

The next morning we got up and headed to China Town, where we found a nice collection of restaurants, gift stores and sex shops... those Chinese are horny gets I tell thee! After lunch we headed to Golden Gate Park where we had planned to visit the King Tut Egyptian exhibition, which once again appeared to be sold out! So after another disappointment we jumped on a bus to Golden Gate Bridge. However in California they're a bit strange and seem to have confusing bus routes which end in the middle of nowhere. We were dropped off on top of a hill with no side walk and were told it was the end of the line. So rather than pretending we were lost, we renamed it a hike and an adventure, and walked over to the Golden Gate Bridge.

On Thursday I returned to Chicago, where Obama was selfishly visiting just as I was landing, and of course had to take up the entire airport and surrounding roads, making my 15 minute drive home last an hour. I had my last night out with Albert and Patrik and said my goodbyes to very good friends this last year who I wouldn't have got very far without.

Friday was my final day in America, and work had set up a final farewell dinner. I packed and said my emotional farewells to the friends and the place which had been home for the last year.

I landed at Dublin at 8:30am on Saturday morning very tired and wanting my bed; I was hoping to have slept on the plane, but they distracted me with '17 again' and the 'The Office' as air entertainment... the bastards. 5 hours I had to keep away in the airport, and what else was there to do in Dublin but drink? So I found the nearest bar, and sat with an irish man for 2 hours who was giving me the addresses to the best irish bars in America... I think he was too drunk to comprehend I'd just left America...

I landed in Manchester at 3pm and realised I was home before the plane had landed. The people on the plane barely waited for the back wheels to hit the ground before running to the front of the plane with their luggage, eagerly waiting for the doors to open. One gentleman actually jumped over me to grab his stuff, such impatience. My parents were waiting for me and got me back home safely, where nothing appears to have changed, everything is just the same.... although my dad had bought a new kettle which he was keen to show me.

2 hours later, we were back in the pub again, having a drinking competition with one of my mum's friends. I officially won though seeing I'd been drinking since 9am...

So I'm back... not so much with any avengence... just with a slight yank accent and weird words which need to be beaten out with me as quickly as possible!

Friday, July 17, 2009

end of an era...


I've just got back from my final shift at the Courtyard Marriott - Chicago-Schaumburg property and my time here with white lodging and can't believe its all come to an end! My final week has been an eventful one and have barely found time to pack!

Last Thursday my mum turned 50 years old... yes I know, old! My dad turns 60 in a few days, even older! Anyway with their two birthdays together I decided to surprise them with a weekend away in the Lake District. I put the itinerary in their cards and they opened them while on holiday in Austria. Luckily they managed to be surprised, its hard to sneak anything past them two! I had to convince them that I wanted an entire weekend to move my stuff into my house in Leeds in order for them not to plan anything else during that weekend!

On that day I also said goodbye to my dear friend Grace, or as she's commonly known as Gayface, which is weird, as she's very much a hetrosexual. Although if you apply the original meaning of gay, ie happy, she would be happy face and I think that sums her up to a tee! Gayface moved to Australia for a years placement with a Christian group, just days before I was to come home, and therefore we'll be going two whole years without seeing each other. Ridiculous. So a trip out to Oz may be needed in the next year, although I know already I'll annoy the Australian public with all the innuendo's of being 'down under'. I wish the best of luck to Grace, although she'll be having that much fun with all those surfer boys she won't even be reading this.... do they even have internet in Oz? or just sand? hmmm.

That night I went to see Bruno at the movie theatre. What can I say? It was brilliant, but America was not ready for it. People were walking out the cinema in horror, shouting at the tv, and when the credits came on at the end, I had to get out of there as fast as possible as everyone wanted to find the nearest gay and beat him. What many of the audience failed to understand I think is that the film makers had not gone out to make a gay porno, they didn't want the movie to be pleasent for ANYONE! Hence choosing an ugly old fat man to be his lover, was not attractive to even the most repulsive of gay men. And I'm pretty repulsive. It was fantastic, hilarious, and very creative. But should be kept in Europe.

On Friday I went for my final trip to Boys Town in Chicago. We had a few drinks and watched an incredible electro band do a very interesting but fantastic cover of 'Man in the Mirror' by Michael Jackson! It was my last night out in Chicago and was sad to have my final night out with Albert and Patrik, two people I really couldn't have done without this year. They helped me set up my life and my home. When I first arrived in America, they drove me to Ikea and helped me set up my stuff, they helped me move twice! We've gone on many adventures across Chicago and Illinois this past year and will be gutted to leave them.

On Monday I went downtown to work at the Courtyard on Mag Mile. It was fantastic to be able to go down here on my final week and say goodbye to the friends I'd made down there. Working in Chicago is always interesting. We had a girl come in and ask for a $99 rate... in CHICAGO.... we told her we couldn't take that rate. She told us she was being chased by someone and so we offered her the phone to called the authorities but informed her we didn't hand out sympathy rates. She then ended up admitting she was a prosititue and that it was none of our 'god damn business' what she does with her body and that if she wants to sell it, she'll sell it. We didn't even ask.

The next day I went for my last wonder along Mag Mile and said goodbye to my favorite city in the entire world (so far of course). I went along Navy Pier and it was like they knew I was leaving. They were blasting out a song called 'goodbye' across the pier, and it really hit home that I was leaving soon. I then walked along to Millennium Park where they had a live orchestra play, they were fantastic. I then passed what was the Sears Tower as it was known for the last time before they changed the name. I headed home to Schaumburg where I met up with some of the staff and managers from around the cluster who took me on a night out to Alumni to say goodbye. I went to get around, $1 pints! bargain... especially if you know cook county where the average beer is $5, not even including tip. Ridiculous. I'm looking forward to being back in a good British pub where you pay between £1.50 -£2 for a pint :) Although I've been away a while, hope those prices haven't gone up too much!

I worked my final evening shift on Wednesday, and that didn't go without drama. A guest runs in screaming telling me to call an ambulance. I called emergency services and I went out to find a woman covered in blood. She had tripped and smashed her face in, and looked like a broken nose and teeth. Luckily due to a medical group being in house, we had many nurses around to help in the situation. I saw the lady that fell on my final day, as she passed the desk. I asked her how she was, and she was in bright spirits and smiling about the situation, she told me she was fine and that she had fortunately not broken anything. I then jokingly asked her how our side walk was and told her I hoped it wasn't damaged. Insurance claim alert! Could get a new parking lot for that!

Yesterday (16th), my best friend Rachael's daughter turned 1! can't believe how fast its gone and how much she's grown! I'm gutted I've missed so much of her first year, however she's in the molding stages now where she'll remember me! So I can have a big affect on the 2nd year as well as meeting my god daughter in August. It has gone scarily fast this last year, this time last year I went round to Rachaels to meet Isabella for the first time and say my goodbyes, and now I'm coming back next week!

That evening, me and Amy took a trip downtown to Wrigley Field to see Elton John and Billy Joel play the Face to Face tour concert. They came on together and sang a medley of hits, before going off and each artist coming on individually to do an hour set each. Elton came on and sang some great hits including Rocket Man and I feel fine! Billy Joel followed with hits such as 'Uptown girl' and whatever else he sings. Then they came back on together at the end to do a final few songs together, including Candle in the Wind and they finished off with Piano Man, a perfect fitting to the Piano men! Such a good finale song too, especially with a drink. Me and Amy teared up a bit realizing this was our finale and that this was a perfect last night together after an amazing year of friendship.

I'm now sat in my hotel room, packed and getting ready for my adventures tomorrow! So much to do still but I'll get through it. Meeting Patrik and Albert for a final meal together over at Weber Grill and then some more packing!

My last day was a busy one but I leave in confidence that they are on the way up and getting past these hard economic times, and that the staff will lead onto bigger and better careers having got through these hard times. I'm really looking forward to returning to Schaumburg in a few years time to see how the hotel and the area has changed. There is so much unused land and full of land to let or buy for businesses to open, it will be interesting to see if it is like a smaller chicago in 5 years time!

So this is the end of an era, I'm not unemployed and off for a packed summer of fun and little responsibility until September!


So goodbye Courtyard and the white lodging team across the cluster of Schaumburg!!!

Bring on Vegas and California!

THIS IS IT!

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

This is it....


Today we saw the memorial of Michael Jackson, one which I to be honest, was worried would be a cheesy event which would just be in distaste, and didn't blame Elizabeth Taylor for not turning up to the event. However as soon as it begun, it quickly showed that this was a tasteful, and beautiful tribute to the king of pop.

Some people have made it quite clear it was just another chauvinistic event which shouldn't have been so publicized, however I believe his fans and the world needed a time and a place to grieve, and it would have been very empty had the Jackson's not prepared anything for the people of the world. This was not a day to make fun, make hurtful comments, or say how pathetic this whole situation is (no matter what your beliefs were), nor was it a day for the press to make up more rumors or hurtful stories or what we should do with those kids....

this was a day to remember a legend...

It began with a gospel choir singing 'The King is Here', a grande entrance for our king of pop. Seeing his coffin for the first time made his death suddenly so horribly real.

Mariah Carey began the event singing 'I'll be there', a song which always makes my hairs stand on end, when he was both alive and especially now Michael has passed.

The most moving song for me though was 'Will you be there', performed by Jennifer Hudson, a woman who has been through some horrific tragedy this last year. The most touching at the end when they actually had Michael's speach at the end of the song:

In Our Darkest Hour
In My Deepest Despair
Will You Still Care?
Will You Be There?
In My Trials
And My Tripulations
Through Our Doubts
And Frustrations
In My Violence
In My Turbulence
Through My Fear
And My Confessions
In My Anguish And My Pain
Through My Joy And My Sorrow
In The Promise Of Another Tomorrow
I'll Never Let You Part
For You're Always In My Heart.

Shaheen Jafargholi from Britain's got Talent sang 'Who's loving you', reminded us of Michael's younger days, and would of been around Shaheen's age when he sang that song. Through this event, Shaheen will now most likely become a world wide phenomenon much like Michael himself.

Brook Shields gave a very moving tribute, telling us about the real Michael, not the singer, not the entertainer, but the dad, the brother, the friend. How he used to laugh, a prankster, a real human being. This followed by Jermain Jackson's performance of smile, which was just as beautiful, that reminded us that Michael would want us to smile, despite how much we hurt at this difficult time.

Martin Luther King III told us of Michael's poltical breakthroughs. Michael was the african american artist to ever have a video played on MTV. He set the grounds for black music, and introduced the caucasian world to Motown and african american music, and broke racial barriers. We were also reminded that the past should be forgotten and those false allegations should be put away and we should remember him for what he really was. In America, and in the UK, you are innocent until proven guilty, and Michael was never proven guilty, he was acquitted by a jury. He is an innocent man, and the pedophiliac disgusting comments and jokes should be put to an end. Anything further is just slander.

Al Sharpton gave an aggressive but an incredibly inspiration speach telling us that Michael Jackson will be known across the world through his music and talent, political and charity work for ever and ever, and ever. He also told Michael's children that their father wasn't weird or strange, but that the situations he faced and the things he had to deal with were strange. One thing I learnt from Michael Jackson was that being different and not being part of the crowd and maybe being a bit odd and strange was far cooler than being a stereotype. I hate stereotypes or 'normal' people. I love unique qualities and people who others may perceive as odd or weird, I find far more interesting than plane people who have to fit into stereotypes. I think more than ever now, we have to stand out from the crowd, especially in this economy when we're applying for jobs with such high competition out there... fitting in will get you nowhere in life. Michael might not have fit into the norms of society, but look what he accomplished.

Usha sang 'Gone too soon', one song which was fitting for the situation, Michael has gone too soon. He should have been able to live out at least one of his final curtain concerts, to say goodbye and to once again feel that love from an audience and to know he still has it. Michael offstage seems very fragile, but when he was on stage he transformed into this remarkable performer who had so much energy and wasn't letting anyone get to him. He was invincible. One last performance would have have left him on a high, and his song Gone Too Soon, really reflects these last 2 weeks. Usha came off the stage and sang it directly to Michael's casket, before breaking down, which was truely a moving scene.

Stevie Wonder sang 'I never dreamed you'd leave this summer', again another fitting song for Michael. The words reflected his death so much... we all expected the big come back this summer and that he'd be very much coming back, instead we're left without him.

The Jacksons came on at the end and said their own goodbyes. Paris Jackson, left an orphan, broke down saying how much she's going to miss her father. This moved everyone, watching this young girl, parentless. No child should have to go through this.

Marlon Jackson said some words which really stuck with me today ''Maybe now they'll leave you alone'', and I really hope the world does leave him alone now to finally rest in peace. The press can leave him alone now, him and his family to grieve. We don't need to know any more gossip or hurt, or rumors. What's done is done, and Michael should be allowed to rest in peace, anything more now is just hurtful to anyone who knew him

The event ended with all Michael's friends and family singing Heal the World and We are the World, recreated from the plans for the summer concerts. A beautiful ending to see everyone up there. Afterwards, the screen left with a photo of Michael behind a camera from the video ''Laberian Girl'', where he famously said at the end ''thats a rap'', and it showed that this was a rap, the end, a complete life, a perfect ending to a beautiful tribute and the ending to a wonderful life of a man who completed everything he'd dreamed. This was it. Its a rap.

It then brought up a quote of Michael Jackson's - ''I am alive and I'm here forver'' , and he will be... he really will.

The audience left the arena to 'Man in the Mirror', on the stage was a microphone stand with a spotlight beaming down on it. Very much like the ending of many concerts, where the microphone is still there but the artist has gone. Michael has gone, but his music and entertainment will go on forever.

Today was a very difficult day for me and many others, but its over now. We can move on. Many people don't understand how we can grieve for someone we didn't know. But I honestly feel like I lost apart of my family, I've cried more over Michael's death than I have of some of my blood relatives.

Thank you so much to those who expressed concern, who sent texts, letters, emails, and messages asking if I was ok, saying I was the first person they thought of. It was so lovely for your concern, even people who I assumed would laugh at me for feeling the way I feel, turned around and sent their sympathy knowing how much of a real loss this is to me.
But I am no Jackson, and thoughts a prayers should be with the Jackson family at this time who must be devastated, and have to deal with that grief in the public eye, which must be incredibly difficult.

Well much like this whole situation, Michael's life, his career and concerts, this is it... and this is it for my reporting and blogs to Michael, as what is to be be said has been said, and I'm going to leave him alone in the hope that others will also leave him be. He will always be remembered, and believe we should remember him through his beautiful music, which we will always have on whether its in a show, nightclub or a hotel elevator.... and will always have a special place in my heart which will live on forever and still make my hairs on my arms stand on end and get the goosebumps and those thrills everytime i see a video or hear certain songs. Michael said we'd always be in his heart, and he'll always be in mine.

Michael will live on forever, and I hope he can now finally rest in peace

So thats a rap, this IS it...

Goodbye and Goodnight Michael Jackson, We will always love you x

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The final countdown....


Its been exactly one week since we heard the shocking news that Michael Jackson died, and since all we seemed to have heard is the dirty details of who or what killed him and whether he's really those children's father. Quite frankly, none of this is anyones business but the Jackson famiy's, and we should be taking more time to focus on remembering a man who provided us with entertainment for the past 40 years. One thing which has come out of this, are videos and photos of him and his children, playing and being a family. Its my belief that its those who bring us up are our parents, not biology. And Michael is more of a father to those children than half of these supposed biological dads out there who couldn't care less about being involved in their children's lives.

One fantastic breakthrough this past week, has been footage and photos of the This Is It concerts, which the full rehearsals are to be released onto DVD in the next few months, so we can finally see what Michael had in store for us, and his art and vision has not been lost. Its just such a shame that the shows wont go on, as so much work has gone into those performances, however it wouldn't be the same without the king of pop himself. AEG gave everyone the option of giving people a refund or keeping the tickets. I, myself, kept the ticket option, as we can always earn more money, but now I have this little piece of Michael, part of my life dream to see him live, which unfortunately never got to live out. Many complained that we didn't get both refunds and tickets. I'm not bothered about the money, I just wish AEG would have provided more, a program, or memorabilia from the event to add to the ticket. But those tickets are priceless in the forms that they will always be the tickets to Michael's final gigs. But I'm going to have my ticket framed, to always have on show that I had a ticket to his final tour :)

A few days ago, the world felt empty without him. It still seems rediculous to say this, to be devestated over someone I didn't even know personally. But it did. I couldn't watch the news, or listen to his music. And then they released the photos of the This Is It concerts, and I just broke down. I decided to go for a walk and clear my head. As I was crossing Higgins Road in Schaumburg, a car pulled up, blasting 'Bad' out of the window. I turned to the driver and smiled, and he smiled back before he drove on. I kept on walking (mainly because if I hadn't I'd of been knocked down... those cars go fast on Higgins), but I walked on with a smile and with confidence that Michael still lives, with all of us, forever through his music which will inspire us and entertain us for years to come :) and since that day I haven't been sad or down. But optimistic! And excited for the summer, and the future!

The other good news this past week, that the people that have given him a hard time in the past have finally turned around and given him a break. Martin Bashir, the man who tore his career apart after the documentary 'Living with Michael Jackson', has finally turned round and said he never truly believed Michael Jackson was harmful to children and while his life was extraordinary, he believed him to be a safe and sound gentleman who had a lot of love for those around. It is also reported that Jordan Chandler, the boy (or now man) who claimed Jackson abused him (and yet took the $20 million pay off ) has admitted that his accusations were completely untrue.

Michael's funeral is to be on Tuesday, and I just hope that they give him the send off he deserves. I also hope, at last the press, and the public will give him and the Jackson family the privacy and the respect they deserve. There are reports that Neverland will one day be opened like Grace Land, for the public to visit and see the house that Michael designed. So maybe I never got to see Michael live, but I'm optomistic that one day I'll be able to visit Neverland (his home which he designed and made him happy, his refuge and inspiration for much of his music), and pay the respects I never got to do here and be able to see a part of Michael and possibly where he's buried?

His memorial is on Tuesday and afterwards it will be my final blog for the king of pop, as I want to let him rest in peace. Plus my blogs are getting a tad serious, and the people who know me will know I don't do serious.

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So its the final countdown to my return to England! Its been an easier week at work, a short breather after the stressed unbelievably busy shifts we've had these past few weeks! Hopefully my final weeks at work will be a rememberable and fantastic end to my time here in America. I've already been told that one of my final shifts will be spent on our property on Mag Mile in Downtown Chicago, where I'll be able to visit downtown one last time, and work in the enjoyable rush of the city!

Myself and Amy went to o'hare airport last week to collect our new intern. I never realized how much fun it is to stand there waiting for people to come out of customs! Me and Amy were thinking of coming back again next week with coctails and just hanging out with everyone who are awaiting families and friends from all over the world! It made me realize that will be my mum and dad in just 3 weeks, waiting for little old me!

Our new intern is called Eszter, who is from Budapest, Hungary, and since we've been showing her the delights of Schaumburg and helping her get about. It brought it home to me that that was me last year, and looking back at how far I've come and how much has changed in these past 12 months, and remembering how different I was. Remembering the feelings of fear, optimism and wondering how the next year will pan out! But realizing how quickly everything came together, and how brilliant this last year has been, and the experiences I've had. We're collecting another new intern in the coming weeks, a girl from Hong Kong called Apple who will be my replacement. I'll have to train her to platinum employee status before I leave! as we can't have the people of Schaumburg grieving my loss for too long! I'm thinking of having Madam Tussauds come in and have a wax work of myself put in the lobby.

As we said hello to new interns, we said goodbye to old interns and managers. First we said goodbye to Shannon my old AGM who has been a great friend and mentor this year. I gave her Fawlty Towers on dvd as a leaving gift, in the hope she'll use it as a training video for staff at her new hotel! We also said goodbye to my friend and intern Sandra, who has returned to England, although those goodbyes wont be for long as I'll be seeing her in September; we have various concerts and nights out planned when we're back home, and we're also planning to come back to America next summer to travel the south, including Texas and New Orleans!

Tomorrow I'm speaking to my parents for the last time before I fly home. During that time they're off on holiday to Austria (this is not an invite to burgle their houses... they have security alarms and very nosey neighbors who would inform the authorities within seconds! While they're there they are celebrating their 50th and 60th birthdays! They're going to kill me for telling everyone their ages! But please if you see them, wish them happy birthday as its quite a landmark! I can't believe its been 10 years since they're joint 90th (40th and 50th birthdays incase your confused)! Its gone so fast. It was the day I received my SATs results and was leaving primary school and about to go to High School! And now I'm living in America, and I'm, well, me! We were celebrating at a hotel which no longer exsists and I remember doing the moonwalk in front of my family to Billie Jean. Today I'm still just as optimistic, have the thrive to entertain and still have a fond love for Michael Jackson.... can't you tell? I guess I am pretty quiet about that....

So with 22 days to go... this is the final countdown! See you soon England ;)

Thursday, June 25, 2009

The man, the myth, the legend.


June 25th 2009

Today we heard the news that we lost the king of pop, Michael Jackson. To sum up how I felt about this news, was devastated. Some may laugh that anyone could cry over someone they didn't know, but the fact is we did know him. Through his songs that have inspired us for over 40 years, we've all grown up around those songs and made us feel things we didn't know we could feel. Michael Jackson was an inspiration to all of us, no matter what you thought about his personal life, I don't think anyone could not think of one song of Michael's they liked.

I can't even remember when I first listened to Michael, as long as I can remember, I was listening to his music and dancing to his songs. I remember the first mixed tape I had was from my uncle of MJ songs, and the first album I ever owned was Michael Jackson - History. To this day I own every album (both original and special edition), dvd, video and box set he's ever brought out. I have his songs countless of times on several CDs. Every album, song, video, movie, video game and god knows what else he's created over the years, was a work of art.

Michael Jackson is one of the greatest performers the world has ever seen. He inspired me to be on the stage. From a young age I wanted to be a singer, and then when I discovered I couldn't sing any longer I knew I still wanted to be up on that stage, and once I found out I was pretty funny, stand up comedy was my way to go. But I still was inspired to be like Michael, and when I think of if I was to ever make it big, I always dream of having a grand entrance like Michael would have.... totally over the top, but with taste.

He was a genius. He made us think about race through songs such as black or white, about love, about equality and caring for others. Songs such as heal the world and we are the world, inspired events such as live aid, helping millions all over the world. His charities feed hungry children and help young children who have been severly burnt.

His music and videos have inspired artists such as Justin Timberlake, Will Young, Usher and many others to be the stars they are today. His music and art will live on through the inspiration of others.

I actually have admit that I became tearful at work when I heard the news, and made a bit of an embarressment of myself in front of a guest. I thought it was silly, but I genuinly feel I've lost a friend or a family member. He's been part of my life for 21 years. Friends, family and colleagues texted, emailed and phoned me to ask if I was ok. I didn't know my obsession or love of Michael was so grand, and I thank those who expressed concern.

Its such a tragedy that a man has been struck down at such a young age, just before he was able to do his final farewell tour. I'm devestated that I never got to see a legend who I'd been waiting my entire life to see! However at the same time, it was good that he went now, at a time he knew he was loved all over the world. He'd sold out 50 dates, with millions of people wanting more. He really had come back and the world and himself knew it. Imagine he had gone 2 years ago when his career and respect was in crumbles. At least he died knowing that he was loved and respected all over the world by millions.

Many people laugh, joke, but people need to remember that he leaves behind 2 parents who have lost a son, 4 brothers and 2 sisters who have lost a dear sibling. He's left behind 3 children; paris, prince and blanket, who have been left orphaned; and not forgetting the millions of fans who have lost their idol. For the most part though, even those who loathed him, actually stopped today and knew something had changed. No one could walk past and laugh it off. Something happened today. I couldn't believe it. The streets were empty. Chicago was silent. People were rushing up to any tv they could find. Guests were coming back in shock.

A friend of mine works in a hotel in florida, she said the guests were opening their windows and playing michael jackson songs into the street. In new york city this evening the streets are filled with people celebrating the life of a man who gave so much.

Its awful that the bad press which surrounded him is still going on, and yet he proved two court battles to be complete lies. He was proven innocent, and left a wreck, but didn't let that stop him. I hope for once the press leave him and his family to grieve this awful time.

As for the concerts; I hope they carry them on as a memorial to a legend. There are all those dancers who are trained for the shows left unemployed, that stage is built, left for the trash, and all that hard work and effort, which could be left for ruins. I hope the creators plan a memorial for all those who have paid good money and possibly arranged flights and hotels to London to see a show, and hope they put on a show as memory to Michael Jackson. They could have great stars and performers such as Justin Timberlake and the likes perform the great songs of the a historic man, and his millions of fans would have somewhere to grieve and remember him. I hope someone decides to do this. After the death of kurt cobain, his concerts continued and were used as a memory to a man who inspired so many, and I hope this is done with MJ.

Michael wrote a song on his Dangerous album called 'Gone too soon', it was used in 1997 also as a memory to Princess Diana and I think the song is appropriate for the loss of our hero himself:

"Gone Too Soon"

Like A Comet
Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky
Gone Too Soon

Like A Rainbow
Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye
Gone Too Soon

Shiny And Sparkly
And Splendidly Bright
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like The Loss Of Sunlight
On A Cloudy Afternoon
Gone Too Soon

Like A Castle
Built Upon A Sandy Beach
Gone Too Soon

Like A Perfect Flower
That Is Just Beyond Your Reach
Gone Too Soon

Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight
Here One Day
Gone One Night

Like A Sunset
Dying With The Rising Of The Moon
Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon



Everything about these lyrics are true to this tragedy.

We know that Michael Jackson is dead, but his songs, videos and his genius works of art will live out time.

Rest in peace, Michael Jackson, my idol - the man, the myth - the ultimate legend.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Mountain Moma brought me home!


The week began at Residence Inn, a sister property of ours here in Schaumburg. Don't ask why they can't be brothers, I guess feminism has gone crazy. The Residence Inn property is more of an apartment complex than a hotel, and therefore there are very few people coming in and out or checking in. Time ACTUALLY stops at this property. When I thought my night must be nearly over, it was still only 6pm and I had another 5 hours to go. There are only so many times you can refresh your facebook before you want to throw your computer out the window. I would have kept myself busy by tidying or cleaning, but due to the lack of people, there was no mess to be created!

Anyway the second night came, and I pulling my hair out with boredom, and when tapping the desk, my hands went off on their own and went on a wondering around the desk (I'm male), and accidentally clicked the panic button. 5 minutes later, the phone called, it was Schaumburg police and they wanted to know if everything was ok. I explained how much of an idiot I was but it was an accident and everything was ok. The woman on the phone asked that I go and explain that to the officers outside and to make sure my hands were where they could see them. I walk outside where police cars are surrounding the building and armed police were stood there making sure some crazy terrorist wasn't causing trouble. I explained again how silly my wondering hands were and that everything was ok. One of the policeman sent the others away and came in with me and checked everywhere to make sure no one was held hostage. He stayed for another 15 minutes to make sure everything was ok before leaving, which made me put huge faith in the local police... as long as they dont think i was 'the boy who cried wolf' and dont come if theres a real emergency!

So since then, managers and colleagues from all properties have been calling up and just laughing down the phone at me. I'm the talk of the town and will probably never live it down, although I'm only here for another 4 weeks!

The next night I was back at Courtyard, and wasn't complaining about the rush after the Res experience. It was so busy that i scalded my hand in hot water when replenishing the coffee station! Nearly screaming in pain and obviously in pain, a guest stood there and asked for a wake up call. I went over to the phone to set it up, one hand still dripping in hot scalding water, slowling burning away the flesh, the guest just looked at me and said 'I am going to get this wake up call arnt i?'
How inconsiderate can these people be? It wasn't enough that I was withholding physical pain just to set up his wake up call? I swear I could drop dead at the desk, and people would just complain that the service was rubbish. Unbelievable.

Anyway after these dramatic events, I managed to have a couple of days off, where I flew to Washington DC! I met my friend Beverly at the airport, and we wondered into the city centre. We were going to go to the Holocaust Museum but due to the shootings, the museum was shut and therefore we wondered around the city and saw all the sites. We saw the Washington and Lincoln monuments, the Korean, Vietnam and World War II memorials, as well as the White House and Capitol Building.

That evening we drove up to West Virginia where I was staying and spent the evening with friends Marti and Beverly. The next day we got up and explored the town of Shepherdstown, a small hippy town which turns out to be the oldest town in West Virginia. In the afternoon we headed out to the state of Maryland to see the sites of the Civil War. I did very well and didn't once sing 'Country Road!! take me home! to the place I belong! West Virginia, Mountain Moma, take me home, country road!' which I bet Beverly was glad about.

On Saturday we went into DC and managed to finally get to see the Holocaust Museum. It was amazing how many people only came to see where a security guard got shot, rather than actually coming to see the Holocaust Museum. 6 million dead Jews were forgotten for one security guard who wasn't even Jewish. However he was black. I wonder if the old nazi who killed him walked in and thought he'd cover all bases by shooting a black man in a Jewish museum. Too bad he wasn't gay, he would have made all points!

That afternoon we went to the Pride Festival where we saw the parades! Thousands of gays swarmed the streets of Washington to celebrate their sexuality. It was interesting to say the least, with the biggest point trying to get gay marriage in America.
Afterwards we went to a party in a hotel room, I got to be the annoying guest who I usually have to shout at every Saturday night. Its fun to be in the other persons shoes.

On Sunday we went straight down to DC again where we visited the Smithsonian Museum of National American History, followed by a return to the Pride Fest events where they had an open air concert in front of the Capitol Building.
That evening we returned to West Virginia where I spent the evening enjoying my last few hours with Beverly and Marti. We had an amazing few days and wouldn't have been as good without them!

I flew back to Chicago on Monday morning and was back to work that afternoon. I really don't know how all my guests travel and work the way they do, because after a two hour flight I was exhausted! I don't blame them for being so grouchy!!

Back to normality at least for a few weeks. 4 weeks left of work before my last day, and then travelling again before I return to England in 5 weeks time!! I didn't think I'd be upset to leave Schaumburg, not because I haven't enjoyed my time here, because I've met some amazing friends; but I thought I wouldn't be upset as I thought I'd be too excited to see everyone in England, but driving through Schaumburg and seeing the Zurich Towers, knowing that in just a few weeks time it'll be the last time I would be seeing them! A tear came to my eye, and it'll be sad to leave this place which has been home for the last year.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Land of Lincoln


On Sunday, myself, Patrik and Albert took a trip to the Capital of Illinois - Springfield. We took route 66 (even though it technically doesn't still exist unless you take the back roads, its much easier to take route 55 highway), we managed to find the historic route and drove through these very unique villages and town. I think I've been watching too many horror movies, as I was terrified, these towns looked like scenes out of Devils Rejects! I warned Albert not to stop for gas anywhere!

We arrived in Springfield at 9:30am, and for the CAPITAL of a state, I was surprised at how tiny and quiet this apparent city was, but also at how southern the people were, especially seeing it was only a 3 hour drive from Chicago. But don't be put off, Springfield was one of the most friendliest towns I have ever visited, the locals were more than welcoming!

Springfield is famous for the fact that Abraham Lincoln was from here (well actually if your asking he was born in Indiana, but he studied, worked, began his political career and is buried here... but no one likes technicalities), but what amused me about the visit, is that clearly Lincoln is ALL Springfield is famous for. Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln. These poor people clanged onto him like a breast feeding child! I didn't want to rub it into their faces that in Chicago, we had Obama.

We visited the Old Capitol Building where we saw where Lincoln worked as Senator of State, his offices and where he lied in state for the people of Illinois to visit after he died. We visited the Lincoln Museum, where we learnt all about, you guessed it... Lincoln!

We took a tour around the Law offices where Lincoln worked as a lawyer for many years before his political career took off; followed by a tour of his house. While the house was exactly how it was when he left it, the law offices over the years had changed, and it turned out they had no idea where he would have actually worked, what building or what his office was like. We were shown around by a local volunteer who was clearly out of retirement looking for something to do, and kept forgetting important facts, and we spent a good half hour waiting for her to remember how the building was designed.... because, sure, thats what we came for. But we couldn't complain, we didn't pay for the tour.

The tour of the house however was very impressive, to see exactly how Lincoln had it. The house was a good standard, 5 bedroom, for a man of that time, he had done very well, seeing he had come from a one bedroom barn in Indiana, he had come a long way (as the tour guide kept reminding us several times), however there wasn't a bathroom. Can you imagine... the president of the united states.... no bathroom! Unbelievable. We had a wonder around the house and had a guided tour of each room; we got to actually touch the banister up the stairs which Lincoln touched... they promoted this by saying this is the closest thing we could get to shaking his hand; I couldn't help think with all this bird flu going about that they wipe that historic aid down with anti-bacterial spray each day. I know this in affect would remove any lincoln remains away from the banister, but my health comes first...

We finished off by stopping off at Lincoln's tomb, and what an impressive monument to the 16th president it was! At 36m high, I was incredibly inspired and decided that I want an even bigger tomb after my death. You walk into the tomb and there's statues of Lincoln on the walk round to the actual grave. We learnt of how some crafty devils once tried to steal the presidents body for ransom, of course that failed as one of their accomplices stitched them right up! How rude.

After an amazing day, we returned to Schaumburg, and I lined my gifts of a Lincoln head statue and Illinois flag up on my desk, and now my desk looks like the presidential desk in the white house, which while we are on it, I'll be visiting in 7 days! Yes 7 days from now I'll be on my mini tour of Washington DC and West Virginia!

'Country Roaaaaad, take me home, to the place I belong! West Virginia, Mountain Momma, Country Roaaaad! Take me home!' - poor Beverly (my tour guide for the week) is going to hate me! I best download that now and get it out of my system before I get there! I wonder if Blue Ridge Mountains are anywhere near Sheperdstown?

In England today (june 4th) its the elections, and I urge anyone reading this to go out and vote anyone but the BNP.

If you need a reason why, watch the following: http://bit.ly/yWZcO

These people are going to gain seats if people don't vote against them, and this could be potentially dangerous! I wish I could be there to make the difference myself, but seeing I'm not around myself to stop this fascist party getting into power, I urge those who can to go and vote and keep our country liberal! It never just stops at immigration; it will go on until anyone who doesn't fit into the norm of society to be discriminated against, whether you or your friends are black, asian, jewish or gay (as we're practically a race now... not a choice!). Now while I can't be there to support us all this week, next week I'll be in DC supporting my tribe at my very first Pride Festival!

Diversity won Britains Got Talent, and I was gutted Susan Boyle didn't have a fit and throw a camera at Ant and Dec in a rage! I bet all those people who said they would take her virginity if she won are relieved. Diversity have been called up to perform with Michael Jackson at his summer concerts - this is going to be immense! Also on Michael Jackson news, he's now confirmed a Jackson family reunion concert next summer in Texas! So I'm thinking a tour of the south with a stop off in texas to see the Jackson family blow me away with their musical magic all over again July 2010!

Only 6 weeks left of work in the hotel left! And even after a year, people actually manage to suprise me! The best question ever was asked for me, more annoying than 'Where are you located?' (which is so vague it makes me want to shoot somebody). A guest called down and asked 'Where do I find information?'. I felt like suggesting a library or the internet? But sucked up my comedic response (basically my natural instincts), and asked what sort of information he would like; he replied 'a phone number'. I was assuming a phone number for a local restaurant or a business, but no. He wanted the phone number to John Mayer, who apparently lives in Elk Grove Village, Illinois. I was suddenly the White Pages (which by the way isn't a fascist movement paper, but is like the yellow pages, accept for regular people... i suggest changing the name to neutrally respectful pages). Unbelievable.

Well my dedicated readers, I leave you with some advice today... Vote liberal on June 4th and NEVER work with the public...

C'est la vie x

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Coyote aint so ugly

I begin this new post from my new home at the hotel in Schaumburg. For the next 8 weeks, i'll be living in a hotel room.... now I feel like a true rock star! I've moved out all my stuff and it was kind of sad that I could pack up mu life into two suitcases. It was quite sad leaving the area I lived in, although I will not miss the walk to work, especially in the Chicago summer heat! But I'll miss the wildlife and the scenery and the nice neighbors I usually chat to on the way. The wildlife we get in my area is amazing; Racoons, Skunks, rabbits...and some things I haven't even seen or heard of. The other week I saw a large dog like animal, and was slighly worried as we are reported to have wolves in the area, and it was at midnight and I was walking home from work. Anyway I did some research and found out these animals are Coyotes and that they're quite common in the Schaumburg/Hoffman Estates area these days and have adapted to being around humans. Just last night I was walking down the street to my house, and one walked right past me... I was shitting it, but the Coyote wasn't even phased by me, just carried on with its business... quite snooty if anything.

http://www.ci.schaumburg.il.us/vos.nsf/schaumburg/MJFT-664S3H

Of course me moving in here means that Sandra has left on her travels! She has gone from New York to LA! I'm very jealous but I of course have booked some travels of my own! 2 weeks today I'll be setting off to Washington DC and staying with some friends in West Virginia. Then I come back and I have 5 weeks left of work (and an Elton John concert to attend) before I fly off to Las Vega s for 4 days, then fly to San Francisco for 3 days to meet my friend Renee and see the sites of this amazing California city! Then I'll be flying back to Chicago for one night for my final goodbyes before flying home the next day to England. Its scary how little time I have and how fast the past year has gone, but what an amazing summer I have to look forward to. My last week in America I'll be flying 8 times... I'm self destroying the world in one week... Al Gore would have a field day.

This weekend was memorial day, and I spent it on Schaumburg town square where the army did a presentation firing guns and the such, we also had a war veteran tell us of his time in Vietnam, which lets be honest was a pretty horrific war. Of course the holidays meant an interesting weekend at work, with CHILDREN. Damn them... I had one little boy who couldn't reach the urinal in the restroom, so instead he decided to just urinate all over the floor in the middle of the bathroom! I had another woman try to hog the entire hotel for herself and her little girl, asking me to ask other guests to leave the swimming pool so she could swim.... unbelievable. I sometimes lose faith in humanity when I work with people so much... But weekends in the hotel can be so stressful... leisure guests need rollaway beds, towels, EVERYTHING. Businessmen come into the hotel and as long as they've got a bed, the internet and access to pornography, they're a happy bunch. No problems. 7 weekends to go anyways ;)

American Idol ended last week, something which I tried not to get attatched to, but ultimatly... you do. I apologize for the posting the winner on facebook forgetting they wouldn't be showing the show until the following day and ruined the show for everyone but oh well. But I KNEW it was fixed, how could that plane, red necked loser win? Adam performed with KISS! He was bringing the glam rock back and put on the most amazing performances week after week. And now we hear the news that it was fixed that the vote was unfair, due to phone provider AT&T allowing voters to vote for Chris for free but charging to vote for Adam. Unbelievable. What is happening to our world if we can't even trust a family tv show. I feel more hurt than that time I got screwed by Richard and Judy.

Anyway just a short one this week as I need to go and unpack and make this Marriott hotel room feel like home! In the mean time listen to the Jimmy Carr Writers Room podcasts, available from Itunes, or the Ricky Gervais audiobooks, available from the same place.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Chicago is crazzzyyy! (well when Emily comes to town...)

This week I had the joys of Emily (my friend from University who lives in Boston) visiting the Chicago land area! And it was probably the most randomly fun week I've had here. Chicago is CRAZY, in the words of Emily, but lets face it, anywhere Emily is, is crazy!

First stop once in Chicago, was the bar (of course, its me and em?) and what better bar than the Hancock building with the beautiful view and the coctails! 2 coctails later, we thought we better ought to see the sites of Chicago, so we wondered over to Navy Pier, where we were distracted immediatly by a beer garden. We were in the beer garden for several hours, and after many many pints later, we went for dinner where a bottle of wine was consumed, and then an irish bar where 2 more bottles of wine were consumed! We met some very nice people and got quite typsy.... thats a lie, very typsy and nearly left the bar without paying. The bar man ran out to remind us of our outstanding bill... eek!

The next morning we awoke at 6am to a horrible alarm clock and a banging hangover, but there was no time to suffer. We needed to be on the mega bus by 8 and had to get across the city. A stop at Mcdonalds on the way was also on the agenda.

We could not find a single locker to put Emily's bright pink suitcase named Brenda in Chicago, so she had to join us on our travels. While she was a burden, it was much fun taking photos of this bright pink suitcase in different tourist areas and the people of Indiana giving us strange looks and wondering why we were treating this piece of luggage like a human being.

We jumped on the mega bus to Indianapolis where if you want to see the biggest number of ghetto women you'll ever meet, get on a mega bus, who just sit on the back of the bus acting all stereotypical and singing to themselves.

We arrived in Indianapolis at noon, and first stop was to visit the Lucas Oil Stadium - home to the Colts, Indianapolis American Football team! My best mate Rob has a brick in the building from when they rebuilt the stadium which was bought for him as a 21st birthday present from his mum as he's massive Colts fan! After an hour of looking through hundreds of names, we found the brick and were so happy!

We also wondered around memorial circle, white state park and had a wonder around the beautiful architecture of indianapolis! Oh yes I've made Emily quite the cultured one!

We then took the ghetto bus back to Chicago and had to get on the metra back to Schaumburg. Emily was not impressed with the metra, she thought that the speed it was going was due to it setting off, it was only after 45 minutes of travelling that she realized that this was its fastest speed it actually went. She actually has on camera someone running faster than the bloody train!

We then got off the train and Emily was even more amused at how in the middle of nowhere I live, in her words 'Dave your a red neck , you live out in the sticks!'

So anyway we arrived back at my house where we found Prison Steve! He's out of prison! So he's now back to being just named Steve... maybe we can call him 'ex-con steve' instead. He found prison like a vacation but is glad to have his freedom again.

On the final day I felt quite bad that Emily hadn't seen any of Chicago seeing we'd spent the entire first day drinking in the beer garden. So we hopped on the very slow metra down to Chicago and went to Millenium Square, where they have happened to put up a beer garden! So we were distracted again! and spent 2 hours in the Millenium Park drinking. However we didnt spend as long there as it was $25 for 2 beers. Thats expensive, even for Chicago where beer costs more than gold.

Before we missed any more sites through our drunken distraction of beer gardens, we moved onto mag mile and took in the sites, before finally landing in a British pub where they sold Boddingtons and Strongbow. How delighful. More drunken fun.

Emily went home Saturday morning and that evening I met Amy downtown and we went to see Bryan Adams in concert at the Oriental Theatre in Chicago. He was absolutely amazing! Sat behind some people from Summerset! Always manage to find us Brits somewhere. One woman in the audience didn't quite understand it was a acoustic night and kept standing up and going ''is this a rock concert or what?? stand up and rock!!! ''. It was a cracking night though, everyone sang along to every song and was such an amazing night. Anyway here was the set list from the concert:

Run to You
Tonight we have the stars
Back to you
Lets make this a night to remember
Here I am
When you love someone
This Time
Remember
Not romeo, not juliet
Heaven
Lonely Nights
Everything I do (I do it for you)
Cuts like a knife
Please Forgive Me
Walk on by
Somebody
I just wanna make love to you
Summer of 69
Have you ever really loved a woman



At work this week we had the Marriott Associate Appreciation week, and I think I felt even less appreciated than most weeks. One guest even told me to shut up after I helped him with his luggage to his room and wished him a good night, he turned round and went 'Oh shut up David'. I feel like I should make a sign as not to embarress the guests when theyre screaming at me on this appreciative week. Can't believe I only have 10 weeks left... not that I'm counting or anything. but 10 weeks!

Adios Amigos!!!

Friday, May 1, 2009

its all about the Dave ...

Well this week I've began to round up all my things, began packing for the big move at the end of the month! My roommate Steve's been in touch. He described prison as an extended holiday. Brilliant. I see why he's in there now. Nothing phases this guy. Before he was carted off to jail, he was demoted from work, living off take out and basically spent his days on his xbox. He physically wouldn't move. He had no ambition. Nothing. When he got a girlfriend, i thought this has to inspire some feeling of some form, excitement? Human emotion maybe? He said 'I can be bothered with this one'. Lucky girl. But he was the happiest guy in the world, nothing phased him. I never saw him angry, frustrated or upset, and the fact that he see's prison as a vacation sums him up! Here are the rest of us, ambitious, excited in life and yet always moaning. We're never satisfied. Maybe we could learn something from Prison Steve, as he will now be known.

I've been listening to the delights of the Ricky Gervais podcasts this week, hours of just listening to Ricky Gervais and Steve Merchant having intellegent debates, which are regularly ruined with the thoughts of Karl Pilkington. I've been laughing in tears for hours on end, I've laughed more at these podcasts than all Ricky's series and all his stand up comedy, and I'm a BIG Ricky fan. If you haven't listened to them, make sure you download them at Itunes, they are bloody hilarious !

In the world of work this week; my girlfriend turned up and stayed at my hotel. I know what your thinking... 'Dave ya big homo, what you doin' gettin' yaself a girlfriend? You don't hang out with them folk!!?'' Well for those of you who are not aware of this story I will share! In the Schaumburg area there are 5 Marriott properties under various brands. We occasionally call each other up for information such as occupancy and if a guest turns up at the wrong hotel and such. Anyway a couple of times before I've been chatting to these front desk agents, getting quite friendly, we've ended up going out after work, as you can imagine most nights at 11pm after we finish work, there isnt many people wanting to go out!

anyway I had been ringing this Marriott property for sometime, and each time I'd got quite chatty with this girl, I couldn't remember her name, I assumed it was Chloe or something like that. She looked like a Chloe, and I'm sure thats what she said her name was. Anyway she asked if I wanted to go for a quick drink after work. I was all up for it. I love meeting new friends, new drinking buddies are always fun, I'm game for that. So she picks me up. Fairly piggish looking girl. Not the most attractive.

I'm all for inner beauty, but if somethings gonna turn me straight, it wouldn't be this...

So anyway it soon becomes apparent that this girl is after more than friendship. She tells me how she'd been joking with some girl at work wondering what the hell she would do (bare in mind we'd only spoken on the phone) if she'd turned up to the bar and I'd been 60 years old. I laughed, confused, and asked her what she would of done. She replied, 'I'd just shut my eyes'.

So, quite scared. Didn't know what to do. The poor girl was so damn happy I'd even turned up that I couldn't crush her dreams that this was a date and not a drink with a gay mate. I didn't tell her, and instead made it obvious I wasn't really interested in sex or relationships and that I was leaving in a couple of weeks (at the time it was more like 6 months but whatever, you do what u have to do). I've since been criticized for instead of at least maintaining her ego of telling her I was gay, I just let her think i just wasn't interested in HER. Meh. anyway she soon got bored and began chatting up the barman, who would you believe it, was even less interested in her than I was. And he actually likes girls!

The next evening she turned up at work unannounced, saying she was gonna drive me home. I would of made an excuse, but it was raining and I wanted the ride. I'd of accepted it off Charles Manson at this point due to the thunder and hail which was pounding down on this remote suburb. We got back to mine and it was a bit awkward, think she wanted me to invite her in or at least a kiss, instead i ran out shouting 'THANKS!'

On Valentines Day she turns up at my work and asks if we're going out for a drink. Luckilly I was doing an usual shift of working on until 1am, she offered to stick about but I excused that by saying I had too much to do.

Anyway since my managers and colleagues have been mocking me asking me how my girfriend is etc and having a good laugh at it all. I personally think its all a bit harsh on Chloe, or whatever her name is.

At this point I would like to remind you I still didn't know this girls name. I felt like I was in an episode of Seinfeld.

Anyway Monday night comes along... as it does. She turns up just before 11, I thought 'jesus christ here we go'. She was like ''hiiiiii! I'm staying here''. Turns out due to her living far away or something she needed somewhere to stay... (i was just grateful she hadnt asked to stay at mine!!). Anyway the awkward bit came where I had to check her in, I had no idea what the hell her name was??? Anyway there was a moments hesitation and silence, and then she handed me her Marriott associate identification, and I see her names Taylor! friggin Taylor. Where the hell was Chloe from?

Anyway luckily she hasn't been asking me out or trying it on or anything. Well if anything, its a bonus her staying because I have an excuse, I can't be fooling around with guests now can I? Ah ha! Shes ultimately ruined any future for us, if there was to ever be one. And unless she has a very dark secret (which even then would be at a push, don't do inbetweens), i doubt there would be one.

Talking of weirdos fancying me (a regular topic). My roommate Jake decides to set me up last weekend with one of his fiances friends. Now I hate set ups, you end up feeling sort of required to do something then. Like when someones bought you an expensive dinner, you have to give in then don't you, no matter how weird and boring they are. Anyway we go and theres a good few of us. I asked Jake before we met what this guy was like, he said 'I only met him once at Halloween', I was like great, this has to be gold.

We get there and I'm introduced to Simon (again I think thats what his name was, I didn't pay much attention), who is the weirdest, ugliest pug faced arse you'd ever met. But you know, you at least think maybe they have a personality. Well this one did, but its not the type you'd ever want anywhere near you.

Now I love awkwardness, i thrive off it, so i was loving it all night. This guy tells me he's a professional singer and a fantastic actor. He then decides to prove he's neither of these by doing sketches from ab-fab and Seinfeld, just because 1) i was british, and 2) i mentioned at some point during the night, that I liked seinfeld. His acting was terrible. He basically did the sketch in his same voice, same way, just him basically reading the script with no acting skills at all. Now of all the Seinfelds to do, there are many to pick from, maybe the masturbation competition, the time George took his dead ex fiances parents to the hamptons, or even maybe when Kramer became the president of an OAP club in Florida. But no, he decides to choose the episode which includes Elaine dancing. He then begins to stand up and in front of the entire BAR did Elaine's horrific dance.

It got worse...

He heard also, due to a discussion I'd had with one of his friends a month ago, that I liked the Darkness. He'd done his research, I'll give him credit. He's obviously heard about my love of freaks too but had gone too far with it. Anyway he got so excited with this that he confirmed with me that i liked the Darkness. I said I loved them. He said he was going to sing it on the kareoke in there for me, I believe in a think called love. I was honored. I asked him if he could do the high pitch voice. He decided to show me, again with no music and in the middle of this mid ranged Hoffman Estates pub (it was a Friday night, it was a busy) that again he couldnt really do any of the things he'd claimed to. The high pitched note was similar to the noise a cat makes when its being strangled. Anyway I couldn't ruin his dreams, I let him go up there, and he managed to ruin one of my favorite songs of all time. Thank you Simon, if that is your name. who knows?

At the end of the evening he asked me if would like to go out sometime, I told him I had to go but Jake would pass on my number. I don't know whether he took that as a yes or a no, but I quickly told Jake not to ever give that boy my number. He gave him the number to an official rejection hotline.

Swine flu's got a bit about this week. I've had to get bacteria wipes and wipe all the keyboards and phones down. I've also seen protective masks come in which they used during the sars epidemic. i'm hoping they are not for us. I do not want to be checking guests in looking like I'm about to repaint the place. My manager sneezed. You should of seen everyone shit themselves. Priceless.

The new Freddie Krugar movie is to be remade in Arlington Heights which is the next village to me. I was there last week with my mum and dad, lovely little town, but we did say it would make a perfect horror movie location, so there you go. I love Alrington Heights, its the smallest village you could possibly come across, but the centre of it with the trainstation and a choice of 4 restaurants and a bar is actually known as 'Downtown Arlington Heights'', its all going on there!

Wanted to send a message out to the family of Carol Spinks who suddenly died earlier this week. Carol was the life and soul of all the Hatton partiies, throughout 21 years of knowing her, all I remember was laughing when she was about, she had an amazing sense of humour and managed to break Hatton tension (and believe me theres a lot of it) in seconds. She will be will be truely missed.

Not much else happening! Me and Sandra went out for a lovely lunch at Wildfire, a place which makes a grilled cheese sandwich, aka cheese on toast become pretentious. one of the priciest places in Schaumburg this week. Its somewhere many people save up to go maybe on a special occasion but me and Sandra like a couple of middle aged desperate housewives do lunch there like we have money coming out of our backsides. It got us wondering though where the hell everyones money goes to? Everyone else seems to have the same rent, responsibilities, nights out etc, and yet everyone complains they dont have money to do anything and yet me and Sandra go off travelling all the time and go for fancy dinners willy nilly. This got me and Sandra worried whether there was some form of tax we haven't been paying which everyone else has. Will we be randomly pulled up for tax avasion or even fraud before we leave? Who knows... maybe it'll be in next week's blog! :) We've since worked it out that the fact that we don't have a car and walk miles everyday saves us a lot of money hence why we can afford to do extravagant things, daily, but we pay the price of walking about 10 miles a day, and bare in mind Schaumburg doesn't have sidewalks!!

12 weeks and I'm home people (not that I'm counting), well thats if i'm not joining Steve for tax avasion!

This week: Emily comes from Boston to Chicago! possible trip to Indianapolis and a Bryan Adams gig :) The Mccans are on oprah on monday so dont miss that if your in america, because they'll surely find her in Chicago, IL after losing her in Portugal. i cant wait to see shannon matthews mother on there, now that would be a show. i passed leeds crown court last year as it was just near my student flat. I saw a bunch of chavs outside with prams... it was the the matthews family. such class, such elegance.




Until next time ... chiow!

Friday, April 24, 2009

The parentals make their mark on America!!!


I've been rather idol for the past week on the twit and faceache front! Because on the 17th April, the parentals landed in America! After working the 7-3, I hopped on a train down to Chicago and met them at their hotel on Magnificent Mile. It was a very warm sunny day and we decided to go quickly run up the hancock for the coctails and the view, and then off to Irish bar for a few drinks. As soon as we got in the irish bar, first drink, I make a gesture with my hand and knock my pint of sams onto the floor and smashes. glass and beer go everywhere! I sighed. This is a daily occurance for me, but after seeing your parents for the first time in 6 months its not the first impression you want to make on them. No America has not turned me into an idiot... I just always was.

So after a couple more drinks we made our way back to the hotel, i hid myself from the staff, not because i didn't want to see them, but more for the fact that i looked like I'd pissed myself.

The next morning, we started bright and early and we headed for a traditional american breakfast and then off to Navy Pier, where we went on a speed boat to see the skyline, drank lots of coffee (not on the boat that would be dangerous) followed by a quick run to millenium park and up the sears, before they could ruin my parents dreams and change the name to willis tower!

That evening we went in search of British/Irish ale for my dad, would you believe we found Boddingtons in a little Irish bar in the centre, however we paid a price for our beloved imported beer... $8 a pint! madness.

Our final day was spent at the museum of science and industry where we learnt about all sorts so we did. Me and dad went on this simulator ride, where they told us the ride goes upside-down. My dad laughed and was rather cockey and said ''of course it does'' and we were amused when they were strapping us in so tightly looking at this regular simulator machine and its emergency stop button for naucious riders. How soft must they be?

The simulator began... and OH MY GOD ! IT REALLY DID GO UPSIDE DOWN! and the worst thing was we were in control, it was scary as hell! I'm glad I wasn't with Sandra, she would have just broken the machine and we'd of been stuck upside down.

We then jumped on the train up to sunny schaumburg, and to be honest, theres not a lot to do in this remote subarb. My dad disapointed no one had said 'Have a nice day'
yet, nor had he seen one cow boy hat, was soon cheered up by Panera Bread... the best bakery restaurant in America, which soon became their regular place for lunches and coffee, because starbucks dont make 'real' coffee apparantly.

The plan was to rent a car seeing Schaumburg is so behind the times that public transportation is beyond their imaginations. After running all the way home, and all the way back (i live 2 miles away) to get my credit card and passport, and then walked another mile in the cold, wind and rain to the car rental place where they told us to rent a car for 3 days would be $250, not including insurance!!! I could of bloody bought the car for that! So we decided taxis was the best way, and instead of blowing all that money on a car, we thought we'd spend it on something more useful and lasting, and so i purchased my beautiful new apple mac lap top :)

So in the world of work this week, we had the President of Samsung himself stay, and I personally served him coffee. I'm afraid people I couldn't forward your technological complaints and questions, such as why your camera doesnt work on your apple mac or why your phone battery is so crap, because I wasn't allowed :( And lets face it we would quite like his repeat business.

We're also expecting the ministry of defence for Israel is coming in soon... just a note to Mahmoud Ahmadinejad incase your reading (you never know) thats not all of the israel ministry of defence! They aint let their guard down so don't go poking your facist nose in there! I know your game!

Well... my parents left today after an amazing week catching up, and it was sad to see them go, but its only 13 weeks until I land on British soil, back to sunny Preston, which I'm pleased to hear is the least robbed place in Britain now. In all fairness what the hell would they steal? Although its nice to not have that worry, one thing off my mind, and now I cant focus all my worrying on just getting stabbed :)

Thursday, April 9, 2009

losing my lap top, home and organs!!

I'm writing this this weeks update via my ipod touch due to being a homeless bum with no lap top. Where do I EVEN begin???

So Wednesday 8th April begins. I awake, roll over and pick up my lap top and switch on. At this point I realize the ink has run down all over my screen and its completly cracked beneeeth. There was just nothing left. How this has occurred I do not know, but the lap top was dieing anyway. So I sighed and looked into buy a mac, because everyone I know who has had one has owned them for decades and they still work. One of my ex's threw one out of his bedroom window and it didnt even have a scratch on it and worked perfectly well. Along with my long line of apple products these days I decide its the best to purchase one these amazing indestructable inventions.

Later that day I was due to meet with my roommates and my landlord to discuss extending the lease. It was 6pm and my roommate hadn't returned home, and the doorbell rang and it was my landlord. Me and Jake tried calling Steve countless times but he wouldn't pick up. In the mean time I had the landlords 5 year old girl tell me how she used to live in the house and how they wanted to move back here as 'mummy and daddy fight a lot in the new house'' and how she had her own room in this house. Talk about akward. She then made me guess her favorite Disney character, she looked confused and nearly had a fit when I guessed snow white and the cartoon characters from my days as a child. Eventually she got annoyed and told me she liked Hannah Montannah, (whoever that is), who turns out to not even be a cartoon character??? She's some 16 year old spoilt slutty pop star who has lots of cash and can have anything she wants. What wonderful examples of society we show our kids these days.

Anyway my landlord tells us he's moving his family back in, and with no sign of Steve, he leaves. Jake eventually gets hold of Steve and informs me that Steve is in PRISON!!!!! Apparantly he's missed a gazillion court dates, continued to drive without insurance or a liscence and owes $10,000 to the state in fines and tickets.

So what a wonderful day it turned out to be. But for some reason, it didn't phase me, any of it. I just shrugged it off and thought ''it'll be ok'', I quite like the fact that very little seems to phase me. However then I switched on Marley and Me and weeped like a BITCH when that stupid dog dies at the end. I don't even like dogs?? Why am I caring more about this stupid animal than my living situation?? *sigh*

So now I have to sort out my living situation which looks like the hotel. Hopefully if I can stay to the end of the lease end of May I can take my colleagues Sandra's old room in the hotel. I'll be helping them out with occupancy and bringing money to the hotel so its all good, and will only be there for 8 weeks before I fly home! I can't believe its only 15 weeks until I fly home to sunny England!! Get the parties starting!!!

I also need to get back to rock clubs as soon as I'm home. I'm currently enjoying the sounds of Britney Spears and Beyonce. This is terrible. I need some grunge and rock back into my life before its too late. Need to get back to my roots. Its funny how I'm more worried about fictional dead dogs and my declinging music taste than my laptop and homelessness. meh.

My parents come out on Friday, we're having a lovely weekend in Chicago and then the rest of the week in sunny Schaumburg with a possible trip to Wisconsin. I'm renting a car and showing them the sites, so brace yourself America, David is on the road!!!!

I've finished Twilight and all ready to read the next one. I'm sending Twilight home with my mum to read, but I'm so worried she may leave my dad after reading it. You see Edward Cullen is the msot perfect man in the entire world than no man will match up to him after that. I'm getting picky myself!! Just try to remember, he's fictional!!! He doesn't exsist. Believe me I've looked.

A lot of discussion seems to be about organ donation at the moment. It seems to be on the internet on tv and all around us. My personal belief is that when a person dies, they should automatically have the right to ownership of those organs stricken from them. You don't need them. They didn't make you as a person! There should at least be an opt out option rather than a sign up! But I believe its a selfish act that if once your dead you wont give up a life saving organ which is useless to you to give someone else a chance at a life.

I was shocked and appauled in October when I went to get my State of Illinois ID, the woman behind the counter asked me if I'd like to be a doner. I said of course! She looked at me like I'd just taken a piddle on the floor right in front of everyone. She asked ''are you sure?'', i said ''of course I'm sure, as long as I'm dead, they can take what the hell they want''. She then went onto tell me a story about how some doctors dont wait until your dead and if your a vegetable they just end your life. I explained I'd rather be dead and someone else have life than be a vegetable. She ended the the interview process by explaining that England could have my organs but she wasn't risking the US having them. I thoguht she was joking until I got my ID and noticed she hadn't said I wanted to be a doner. I was so mad. I sure hope its her begging for an organ one day. She certainly ain't getting mine now eh?

Anyways 2 months later I went to renew my ID and had a nicer woman ask me if I wanted to donate them. She completed my application and ticked the doner box and a month later I got a letter from Jesse White Secretary of State thanking me for my organs.

A friend and colleague of mine recently nearly lost her mother to a lung disease. She had her life saved by an organ transplant, and now you wouldn't even know she had ever been ill.

I ure every single one of you to sign up today to be a doner!
http://www.uktransplant.org.uk/ukt/default.jsp (UK)
http://www.organdonor.gov/ (USA)

The great thing its charity which you don't have to pay up until your dead so its win win! I see it as a last ditch attempt to get into heaven if you've been a bit of a prick all your life!! You meet St Peter at the gate and he's like ''ok then so why should you get in'' and you can reply ''well I've just saved someones life'', and Peter says ''ok please come in''! That puts you ahead of than say... the pope!

Anyways that is my week. An exciting one to say the least. Hopefully I'll be in a better state and more stable possition for my next post. My parents are out next week, apparantly my dad's already out buying cow boy hats to fit in, I don't know where he thinks i've moved to. Texas maybe? Ah parents eh? bless em.

Take care my blessed readers, and remember, give up your organs TODAY! ok maybe not today, but at least sign up ready to hand them over when you do decide to pop your clogs. I should surely have my seat in heaven reserved for saving several lives through this post *nods*

Night all!!