Apples. Always keep apples in your bag when you go clubbing.
Honestly, there's been countless times I've been standing in the middle of a fucking discotheque and I can fumble around in my bag, and chomp on a Golden Delicious.
Firstly, it gives you a chance to sit back and eat. Chow. It's a break between cigarettes/Jeagers/snogs, and quite frankly an apple is a cool thing to chew on in a club.
Like last night. I ate two. It was my intention to chow them right there on the dancefloor between Put Your Hands Up For Detroit and Alison Moyet's trite take on Is This Love?, but we just had a nice little girlie night around a table where we discussed dick size, etc.
What's happened in my personal life over two weeks:
Firstly, C went and asked someone if they'll go to a wedding with me. (I have one, and had a partner to take, and then, well, we broke up, so now I'm dateless.)
But, not actually, because I have invited someone. He'd be a great date, and I don't know him helluva well. But C went and asked someone for me in front of me. Hilarious and a little blind, but mostly hilarious.
I am not a food and beverage journalist anymore. I am now a part-time sex journalist. I broke the news to my parents last night. Well my mum. Still can't tell Dad, and would prefer he stays out of this. But mum also told my staunchly-Catholic French Grandmere. She's not handling so well. My grandfather has also been left out of the loop, mainly cos he's deaf.
My co-partner, Crusoe, has set me up with someone, that little bugger. He insists its not a set-up, but pah-lease. We're all doing dinner next week Wednesday. And get this: his name is, oh lordy, oh lordy lordy....Chad. Like my rat. Like my pet vermin. And he's already told Human Chad that I have a Pet Chad. It's all pretty funny, and that said, Crusoe has been a fantastic co-worker and friend to me during this time. He's the oldest soul I've met – a wise fellow, really. And his ideas have been phenomenal for our (kick-ass) new company.
On our company, we're close to launch time – we're just clearing up a few things first to ensure it's the best possible product we can possibly launch ever. It's going well.
I did however spend the latter of the last four hours of this morning being really sick, bucket next to my bed stuff. Which is annoying since it's Friday.
PS: I have been quoted in the Mail & Guardian today, in Lloyd Gedye's article on blogging on page 20. Bless!