Whole lobster, sirloin steak, fries, salad & a frozen margarita for £19.50! Can you believe this ish! Food Godess Rosie Swaffer found this gem in the heart of London, only on a Thursday but definitely worth a visit. This amazing deal can be found at The Big Easy - Kings Road, Chelsea. Google it. Also, if your into your food like Rosie and I are or just cooking for satisfaction take a look at her new blog. It will make your tummy do back flips and I cant believe the amounts this woman can churn out and still be a beautiful door whore on weekends. www.rosieposiespuddingsandpies.blogspot.com
This is Somaya Reece a 28 year old American rapper and television personality of Love & Hip Hop (my new addiction, better than Mob Wives - that's right)A Salvadorian girl who comes from South Central LA, the dodgy bit. She was voted one of the most influential Latina women of the decade and is also the #1 Latina artist on myspace. She has been shot twice in her life and also jumped by her ex bf when she was 15 leaving her with half her face being reconstructed, she struggled with gang violence when she said she was living 'La Vida Loca' which she managed to pull herself out of just in time to make her career. Although she cant reaalllyy sing, I think she's a badass mami chula.
This Bondi homegirl is coming back in a few coupla more more months & I cant friggin wait. It seems your a lot more well pruned than I am now which means the day before you come back Im going to have to put our banger on to do myself up. Do you remember that annoying b**** that sat in the middle of us in the kentish town nail salon and was mouthing off about her street cred despite being about 30...boo the wh*** DIDNT SHE REALISE IT WAS YOUR MOTHER THUGGIN BURFDAY?
I think the city that we're from just kind of ruined things
OK ok I've got to share another visual obsession with my fellow car crash TV girls/boys. This is LOVE AND HIP HOP, a new to me reality TV program. It focuses on the wives, girlfriends and female artists in the hip hop world and all the dramas and stuff that they experience in every day life including a soon to be mother in love who records a rap diss to you calling you a bitch and a hoe. Standard really. It features quite an impressive cast if you know your stuff and season 2 is already out. We've got firstly.
Chrissy Lampkin-the other half of the well known Dip Set Jim Jones. Olivia Longott,a cool laid back woman who used to be signed to G-Unit and featured on the famous track Candy Shop. Somaya Reece, who was named the hottest Latina in many magazines and has also been shot twice in her old Mami Chula days when she lived in the West Coast. And finally, Emily Bustamante who is the pretty pretty stylist and hidden away girlfriend of Fabolous (who i now thinks a complete A Hole) Here's the trailer:
Shabz has once again never ceased to amaze me with her exquisite taste in finding gem music. Well done girl this ones a beauty.
Cindy Crawford, Tatjana Patitz, Helena Christensen, Linda Evangelista, Claudia Schiffer, Naomi Campbell, Karen Mulder, and Stephanie Seymour in Gianni Versace Photographed by Peter Lindbergh for the September 1991 Issue of Vogue
Lauren Bush and David Lauren’s Wedding Portrait Photographed
by Norman Jean Roy for the December Issue of Vogue
by Norman Jean Roy for the December Issue of Vogue
TEN$ION the new album from my favourite Sauf Afrikan rap crew Die Antwoord is coming out Feb 7th via the band's own ZEF Records. Click on this link here to have a look and listen to one of the new tunes on the album called I fink U Freeky. www.pitchfork.com/news/45095-new-die-antwoord-i-fink-u-freeky I'm not sure what to expect from this album but I know it's gunna be f'd up and seedy. Yaaaaayyyy. Track list goes a lil sum like this:
01 Never Le Nkemise 1
02 I Fink U Freeky
03 Pielie (Skit)
04 Hey Sexy
05 Fatty Boom Boom
06 Zefside Zol (Interlude)
07 So What?
08 Uncle Jimmy (Skit)
09 Baby’s on Fire
10 U Make a Ninja Wanna F**k
11 Fok Julle Naaiers
12 DJ Hi-Tek Rulez
13 Never Le Nkemise 2
And if you missed my last post about them here's also one of their bed time story/go to bed with the light on videos called Fok Julle Naaiers below the picture. x
Now if you don't know get to know. I only know 2 other people that watch this right now and that's my housemate and JuppMan. Both of whom I made watch it. Now if you like car crash TV, especially American reality shows such as Jersey Shore and The Real Housewives of..then you are in for one hell of a treat. The show follows six Staten Island women after their husbands or fathers are arrested and imprisoned for crimes connected to the Mafia.
These are real bad bitches and the accents really are one of a kind. There's nice and funny bits and also not so nice bits. A whole load of hair pulling and f you's and mother fu**ers too which is always a treat for the British ears if your into that. It is also a pretty interesting reality TV show that does give a surprising insight in what its like for mothers who have to survive on their own while their other halves and/or family are inside prison. And by the way, these wives aren't just mob wives, they're the real deal mobwives. Here's a preview of season 2 so you can get an idea of what I'm talking about and below I've listed the women and their links to the mob.
Renee Graziano is the daughter of Anthony 'The Little Guy' Graziano, current consigliere of the Bonanno crime family, and ex-wife of Hector "Junior" Pagan, Jr., who has been charged with various crimes with the Mafia.
Drita D'Avanzo is of Albanian ancestry and is married to Lee D'Avanzo, who has been in and out of prison for such crimes as drug dealing and numerous bank robberies and dated Karen Gravano before marrying Drita. She's definitely my favorite out of all the wives, you'll see why.
Karen Gravano is the daughter of Sammy "The Bull" Gravano, a former underboss of the Gambino crime family, and federal informant. He is also portrayed in the film Goodfellas.
Ramona Rizzo is the granddaughter of former well-known mobster Benjamin “Lefty Guns” Ruggiero, who was played by Al Pacino in the movie Donnie Brasco.
So holy and sacred I cant find them anywhere apart from a tiny salon in Texas and if Jesus was going to get his nails done im pretty sure he wouldn't be getting them there.
"It's not Dylan or Morrisey and certainly not Nelly Furtado..."
Normanton are a quartet hailing from the North of England now based in Brighton. Guitars, bass and 4-part vocals and harmonies complete their eclectic sound. Normanton's home grown material resonates with their audience as they sing and rap about their experiences in everyday life. First song is called Throes of Young Love and the second Is he better than me and they're both beauts. My mum loves them and my mum's actually pretty cool.
“You should date an illiterate girl."
Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.
Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale or the evenings too long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.
Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.
Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.
Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent of a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, goddamnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.
Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.
Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.
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