You gotta always try...

CAN'T STOP BAKING

2008-09-29T04:15:00.000-07:00

Here's something I made earlier...

Sigh

2008-08-05T03:44:00.000-07:00

Hibernation is imminent

If ya know me I will be eating your food, laying on your couch and forcing the Family Guy box set on you. Simultaneously

Can You Feel It?

2008-07-16T02:40:00.000-07:00

I have become a new aged hippie.

I keep burning incense and wearing gypsy vintage dresses while swaying to Roy Ayers in my Gazebo. My wrath is not one to be fucked with. It's deep.Three people should of got a cussing of their life time from me this week, instead I brushed it off.

My usually ranting of profanity has been watered down to what sounds like mild tourette's

All fused by N.E.R.D's Love Bomb

The naughties nostalgia.

When you lose someone, you have a new way of thinking

I plan to start as I mean to end

Well.

Let's see how long this will last

Peace

IT'S THE TAKEOVER! WE DO THIS!

2008-07-08T03:32:00.000-07:00

HOT..can I see your gun?

2008-06-21T11:48:00.000-07:00

2008-06-15T08:54:00.000-07:00

CANCER IS A BITCHTHAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY...

I aint complaining

2008-06-02T03:28:00.000-07:00

...Really I'm not.

Something has happened on my return from JA

I felt there was alot more effort in Lycra.

Mmmm.

Had I put on weight? No. But something really good had happened the junk had returned in the trunk. I was walking with my neck crooked behind me puzzled because it was so much more effort to carry off my normal stride.

Could the countless festivals and cornmeal and peanut porridge have kicked in, in such a short space of time? It seemed so. After reviewing some holiday pics my co'd and I gave each other a bug eyed stare at some of the beach shots. ' where the hell did that come from!'A few months back my diet had changed due to bad habits of cheap chicken shop food and lazy cooking in the evenings. Thus had deflated the gluteus maximus

Now with my cooking regime back on track I want to see how far I can take it...

Buffy levels?

Mmmm. Not sure how I would cope with a 48 inch ass. There is no way your ass should be 30 times bigger than your head right?

Sweet Jam Down

2008-05-30T08:41:00.000-07:00

...

2008-05-09T01:32:00.000-07:00

I love stevie

I want to be a gyrating pole hugging black barbie Goddess

2008-05-08T01:54:00.000-07:00

vintage missy

Throwback of the Week

2008-05-07T03:07:00.000-07:00

I could not vacuum without singing this song...

it's all about the CHEDDER

2008-05-06T03:03:00.000-07:00

REAL CHEESE WHEN I ORDERED CHEESY FRIES AT THE DINER IN WHOREDITCH. NOT LIKE NEW YORK'S PROCESSED GUNGE! KUDOS!

BLOODCLAAT

2008-05-02T06:57:00.000-07:00

IM GOIN YAAAAARD! Caribbean fashion week via New York...

Watch this space for the full run down...

M>O>A>N

2008-05-01T02:15:00.001-07:00

I know I'm meant to do it and everyone tells me it's good. But sometimes I just HATE going out. SO if you see me and my face is screwed up like a muffin wrapper it's because I can't be assssssed.

It used to be my job to be a scencester...hence why I have been on the DL for a very long time. Now I'm back out I realised all the reasons why I stayed in my Yard. I wish I could just put a black bin liner over me and poke holes for my eyes..and be like 'what's up!'...

London is so small and annoying sometimes. Alas, thank God for my home form home NYC.

I had to leave early last year, due to the fact I could not wear any heels because of an injury, so I saw absolutely no point of staying there. Anywho all is good in the ankle department. I will be returning to the juicy fruit in a few weeks so there is no love lost.

Throwback of the week

2008-04-28T04:49:00.000-07:00

Cheap but so effective

This is what I'm on...

2008-04-24T03:09:00.000-07:00

It took me a little while to discover
Wolves in sheep coats who pretend to be lovers...

I saw this quote on a friends page. Contemplative. This is for you.

They say all the right things, to gain their position
Then use your kindness as their ammunition
to shoot you down in the name of ambition, they do

deep

Inspired

2008-04-22T07:33:00.000-07:00

This may be ancient news. But I just love this. To be there would be like winning the Euro Millions. Actually I probably would of passed out and missed the whole thing. Shirley Caesar kills it. Actually Patti LaBelle. Agghh! Can't tell who kills it more!

Oprah's Legend Weekend.

The Littlest HO(E) BO

2008-04-19T16:02:00.000-07:00

EVERY STOP I MAKE,
I'LL MAKE A NEW FRIEND.
CAN'T STAY FOR LONG, JUST TURN AROUND AND I'M GONE AGAIN.

MAYBE TOMORROW, I'LL WANNA SETTLE DOWN,
UNTIL TOMORROW, I'LL JUST KEEP MOVING ON

Major salute to this. Trust. This programme was so COLOSSAL back in the day.

He parks his dirty little bum on different people's doorstep. Licks their face, conoodles in their arms. Then fucks off to another place to do it all over again. Yes there are a few of them.

What a doggone awful life.

MAYBE TOMORROW, I'LL WANT TO SETTLE DOWN,
UNTIL TOMORROW, THE WHOLE WORLD IS MY HOME

His name is London. Excuse me while I fall off my chair in laughter.

Please don't sleep on Timonthy James Andrews

2008-04-19T13:11:00.000-07:00

RELISH MY PRETTIES. MMMM CAN YOU FEEL IT?

I need this in my life. Like air.

2008-04-18T04:14:00.000-07:00

Dude. Oh you didn't know about my obbession with Mr Gupta? Yes he may run from me in the street. But fear not I have a new subject...T.J.A

HID-E- OUS

2008-04-17T08:05:00.000-07:00

Why is he so desperately trying to regain his sexuality by re-inventing himself as Sisqo. Yuk Yuk Yuk. Put it away. Leave it alone. He is experiencing a mid-life crisis and we are all here to watch. In shame. This is all for his new single called Hair Braider. Another terrible scenario about "doing" his hair braider. I think... she should be shot. I know black don't crack honey, but you are in your forties.

Wait. AGHHHH. Look at the pippi long-stocking horse hair plaits.
...I just threw up in my mouth.

(I'm not sure what is worse the hair or that disgusting pleather looking Saturday Night Fever jacket?)

....LOVE YOUR HIPS AND LEAVE EM

2008-04-16T04:19:00.001-07:00

The words from the infamous raegirl who never fails to provide the most cardinal one liners at that exact point of relevance.

Yes and these hips are squeezing into the Acne Tubes...mmmm. Pop!
I had to deal with experiencing the new toy syndrome that some boys possess. Am I going to vent? No. Slightly hormonal. Would do me no good.

Appreciation of the beautiful brown

2008-04-13T06:52:00.000-07:00

I Do?

2008-04-07T03:54:00.001-07:00

Marriage has been on the forefront of my topics this week. I even had a dream about being married (to the wrong guy) and all that was bothering me was that my dress was not tacked into the waist and it was driving me crazy! At work a colleague tells me that she and her now husband decided to get married after meeting each other on holiday after ten days! I mean we all know that warm, tingly holiday romantic feeling. The one were you are just so elated by the atmosphere/scenario that anyone becomes attractive to you. But this was a mutual decision. I rate their bravery.

Two years later still happily married now living in London. Another crazy thing I heard (excuse the chav example) was that Katie Price asked Peter to marry her everyday for three months. Literally a month after they met. She's gangsta. She knows what she wants out of life, I ain't mad at it.

I used to be bothered about marriage, but really I am not. Because I realised just how much I cannot stand men. (excuse the vent, I attract A holes)So predictable. So boring... Alas.I will bide ones time, to be 'happily' surprised by their actions. I await the enigma. I completely empathise with the phrase "N***a yo make me wanna be a lesbian" Yawn. I'm even boring myself on this 'Clash of the Titian's' rubbish

Here's Diana. She always lights me up.

I must stop saying Zoop Zoop

2008-04-05T12:44:00.001-07:00

Really. Must.

Zoop Zoop! I found a black anime...

2008-04-03T03:46:00.000-07:00

Some people have referred to me as a black manga kid. So I found the closest to what I think I would look like. And she is bad! Represent.

Hey Scenesters!

2008-04-01T03:07:00.000-07:00

My five-a night bender is now taking it's toll. My feet felt like they were actually bleeding, my voice almost gone. My injured ankle is now in crisis and was always reminding me that I should of not been wearing those heels. Estelle's Album Launch party was alot. Her speech was heartfelt and nobody was expecting it. Music was on point and the drinks flowed. Nicely. But the icing on the cake was Lupe who did a great impression of making a glass bottle of water look cool. He threw up guns to Lethal B's Oi and sambaed the night away. He is my hero.

Mr Hudson enlightened us to his beatboxing techniques outside. We jammed for a minute. But the cherry on the icing of the cake was my discovery of the lace detail on the top of my tights which I found when I got home. If I had noticed this before I may of had tried to incorporate it into the ensemble. Ah. Life's little pleasures!

"I was his Thursday night shag"

2008-03-30T06:56:00.000-07:00

This is one of the statements my friend told me about her then boyfriend when conversing about the tautness that men bring that pulls that vein in your neck, the ones that make you stand up on your chair throwing up rude signs to the computer screen. The ones that make you feel lonely in a relationship but then try to propose to make it better, the ones who wanna hold your hand in bed but not in the street, the ones that cheat and tell you to deal with it. Experiences. No not all mine. I mean guys always use that excuse of boredom but come to think of it, the amount of choice they have is quite awesome. The ratio of boys to girls is colossal. If I was a Les then I would probably be spoilt for choice...ha ha. This week has been crazy nearly every girl has confessed some story of how their man did them wrong. And me always the one to get it dumped on. Like I can give good advice. I just tell them to resort to lesbianism.

(As one of my friends did)

Good girl

Non, je ne regrette rien?

2008-03-28T05:18:00.000-07:00

Yeah right I would live that shit out all over again. Punch some faces, slap some heads and let my out my dark side much earlier.

I had writers block for about 6 months. But stumbling upon an old blog reminded me of my former self. So that writers block can quite candidly suck my dick

I’m back bitches. Oof.

I have a very dark side hence why once my dream in life was to get a column in Vice (when it was good)so I could vent all the sick shit that goes through my head. Until I realised it was them I wanted to vent against.

This just means if you just met me you will probably think I'm a complete psychopath. And if you haven't you will recognise that the ol' me has come back. So if you manage to have a run in with my smutty tongue then good luck to ya.

While discovering my dark side I also found God last week. I don’t know if it was the resurrection of the Lord or it was just my calling? I’m anticipating using the acoustics that I have in my hallway as my stage and I will be bellowing out some Yolanda. Brace yourself!

la Tête has reached capacity

2008-03-17T02:00:00.001-07:00

That I will have to come back on this one. I'm arranging my thoughts in my head. So many different things that I have seen that are fucked up, so many changes, so many laughs, so many cries

It's the beautiful struggle...

grind-IN

2008-03-01T11:56:00.000-08:00

The daily grind is so tedious. I'm one week in and I am soooo over it like rope chains. The smelly people on the London transport, constantly on the verge of getting the flu because people do not know how to put there hand to their mouth. Old men who spend their time googling at you. So that when you close your eyes for a little cat nap and re-open them. Hey presto! Their they are starring at you! And smiling.

I'm doing six mo fucking days a week and I'm already over it. Tomorrow is mothers day. So let's just make it seven days.

Hypnotic, Narcotic

2008-02-21T02:42:00.001-08:00

Laaawwwd... What is it about the verse after the sexual downpour in Liquid Lava Love by Kevin Michael??

'Girl you got my fire burning...Body yearning.' Jessssss. It's almost too much. This is possible the most sexiest song I have ever heard. Feeling like I'm cushioned by a cloud and I'm floating high...arms straddled aside. I have been on a musical high for days now. Getting the acoustics in my hallway, sexually gyrating around the house. Oh dear. Glenn Lewis's newy Storm. Seconds of Pleasure. These amongst others carefully selected songs were composed for me. Mmmm.

I'm thinking someone is trying to seduce me?

Did it work?

Yeah.

Appreicate....Nina Hagen

2008-02-18T06:25:00.000-08:00

Some may not completely understand this post but I think I will continue this as my appreciation blog. I have gone for the not the obvious movers and leaders of our time, this is purely a stumble. Loving Party Monster and once being completely obsessed with the club kids of the 90's. Nina Hagen's New York was one of those pivotal songs that just stuck.

When coming across the former opera singer I realised how bloody fabulous she was. So my appreciation goes to Nina, who has prompted me to take a recent stroll in Camden and come across some of the things that tickle my dark side. mmmm

Also while I was having a shopping lust, I came across pink frilly knickers!!!

The new ABSOLUTE must-have for Cherry. Don't know where I am going to wear them or what ensemble is required. I just need them ...and they have to be pink! I'm thinking it will only benefit if I wear a dress that appropriately rises when I bend over. Mmmm. Probably a bit much. The ponder continues on how I can justify this little pleasure

This is why I am...

2008-02-15T11:27:00.000-08:00

first, important, best, individual, certain, major, characteristic, chief, choice, defined, definite, determinate, different, distinctive, earmarked, especial, exceptional, exclusive, express, extraordinary, gala, important, limited, main,marked, memorable, momentous, particular, personal, primary, primo, proper, rare, reserved, restricted, select, set, significant, smashing, specialized, specific, uncommon, unique-

ness

Oh and...

2008-02-15T11:11:00.000-08:00

Why don't guys realise that Promiscuity is just not sexy?

2008-02-15T10:21:00.001-08:00

Is there any need to crook my neck from dancing to sex weed? Posing for long periods of time trying to hold sexy poses! Damn. I also think I may have re-sprained my ankle for stupidly going on my head after Bagga Worries Ride de Punany just took me. It's one of those classic ragga songs that makes your body become a floor magnet. This is the day I discovered I can dance without my ankle inflicting some kind of uncomfortable pain.

I also discovered that Ride De Punany is definitely in my top five all time favourite songs.

As soon as I realised it was on, every song I have missed out getting down to was being blasted out and whole lot of over the top dancing was happening...

Oh YEAH...

My throwback of the week! CARLENE the BEST dancehall queen. Ever. Er...excuse the porno

I'm finding Love in a steak and kidney pie and chips...

2008-02-14T06:15:00.001-08:00

I'm a pessimist but also a hopeless romantic.

Like most of my personal attributes they do not balance out.

I was not showing the love when I screamed out ' Valentines is such a fucking rip off' in the middle of the bustling flower shop... £80 for roses. £80!!!

Heart shaped inflatable balloons and big teddies just for one day...

What about tomorrow or next week?

But as the day progresses on I start to wonder...

Where is the Love Muthafuckers??

Drossy

2008-02-12T11:22:00.001-08:00

They were once a fashion necessity... Manny many moons ago

For a milli second...

For a quick look for one night...a little add-on...

3.5 years ago I was going to purchase...Luckily for me I saved my self the agony of trying to sell it now on ebay...

I am terrified of wearing any of my gold that even resembles that 80's era

Now worn by pathetic losers...hollow rope gold, no doubt

Oh and while you’re at it take those nasty bamboo earrings out of your ears

Let’s follow suit of the likes of De La...

Swap that gold...

for the African Medallion

Make It Rain...

2008-02-10T16:24:00.000-08:00

It's one of those things. When a song like make it rain manages to slide into a d.j's set, you almost become lost on what your reaction should be? I mean do you pretend you don't hear it? Or do you get down doing the stripper dance, which you perfected from Rize? If you dance along to these songs you don't want people to think you want them to make it rain on you!? Or assume that you want your arse smacked or be goggled at by an entourage. In the past if Nelly's Tip Drill came on I would slowly move into the shadows. But now I just embrace it. Unfortunately I do secretly enjoy dancing to shitty basic beats over pathetic lyrics. It's just humorous to me. Something inside of me just takes over. I remember the go-go girls in New York having credit cards showering them instead of dollars. It's all too ghetto fantastic! The things that thrill me?!! This is all part of my extrovert streak which can sometimes get me into trouble. Or maybe it has something to do with me secretly wanting to have a career as a video girl in my younger days?

Also my obsession with stripper poles does not help. God forbid if any of these songs come on in a club with a pole in it. It would be all over!

Bruk Foot to Sloth Queen

2008-02-09T03:14:00.001-08:00

I have slithered into a lacklustre, slumberville coma. Being laid up for months with a sprain has just brought out this sinful motion. I just cannot move. Glutton would be next but I'm too lazy to eat and just end up scoffing my face in the night. Then to be awoken at an ungodly hour for more...

My duvet is my lover. My tolerance for watching movies over and over is a bonus. All those adolescent days of loop watching Pretty Woman has done me well. Friends come to visit but are just forced into watching me perform a rendition of 'apart of that world' from The Little Mermaid. Complete with props. By the finale they always end up in awe. If it ever came to theatre I would be up there so quickly to audition. I would be the Aerial that stayed up above the water for too long and suffered an all year tan. I think they could go with that.

Evil

2008-02-09T02:39:00.000-08:00

I have decided to go ahead with an evil plan I intended to carry out some years back on a friend. After she posted pictures of clowns in my letter box. Bitch. My clown phobia steams from countless horror watching between the ages of 8 to 15. I rememeber crying when I saw the clown on Scary Movie 2. I was so unprepared for it! She, fortunately for me is terrified of the witch from the Wizard of Oz, because I do the best voice impression. But I am going to take it to the next level. I have just found a ten foot poster of her! I can’t wait to see her face when she opens her curtains in the morning. Mo Ha ha haa

Pointless Dribble...

2008-02-08T01:13:00.000-08:00

While watching an episode of Little Miss Jocelyn...my Best friend and I noticed how bloody massive her breasts were. I mean she has got to be at least a FF? I said I would be completely satisfied with that size. No complaints. I went on to demonstrate with some props. She replied... No. You would be too sexy. (wtf) You would be a walking sexual beast. You would have too much. You got to have some flaws. Well! Thanks. Didn't know I was not allowed to be sexy! Pah!

Just for that it makes me want to go out now and try to achieve that and model myself on one of the porn stars in the Fat Joe lean back video. So I can wear a strip of Louis Vuitton on my breasts

Ageist

2008-02-07T03:16:00.000-08:00

And there was I totally chucking off some random online the other day because of his age. 38. Er ....38? Please direct yourself the other way. Now. If this person was a LL cool J, Morris Chestnut looking Blair Underwood mmmm tasty-ness. Then I may of giving him the time of my OH so precious day. But instead he only complied with my already very bad ageist ways. To make matters worse his terrible patio grammar was making me cringe to the bone.

Coincidently on another socialising network a very interesting young man...was managing to keep my attention by his tantalising letters. This gentleman on the other hand was much younger than me. He was shocked at my age. As I had just had a birthday I too was not ready to accept the new . Wow me. Old. (shudder)

I really still want to meet Superted and aspire to be Aerial from the little mermaid when I grow up...

I want a prince charming to come to my tower and rescue me and I will let down my hair ( weave, obviously) and he will climb up the tower and rescue me...he he. I am a hopeless romantic. It’s pathetic. Enchantment still rules me like my five year old self. It’s a beautiful struggle

LOOK LOOK there's my castle

Throwback of the week

2008-02-01T05:53:00.000-08:00

Captain Kate kestrel from the TERRAHAWKS! She is BIG INA DIS

washboard stomach

2008-02-01T05:47:00.000-08:00

So I am like desperately trying re create my flat stomach I donned in New York. ( Which I had from eating all the nasty food there.) Just so I could pull off my lycra dress for my birthday which shows every lump, bump crevice. It doesn't happen. But a few days later when dancing around in my undies as I do. There is the washboard stomach! Starring at me two days too late. Muthafucker.

Behold...

2008-02-01T05:40:00.000-08:00

Look who is out of the wood works and how we missed you...

OMG...marry me

2008-02-01T05:36:00.000-08:00

Beyond the Valley...

Ok I had seen this before and remembering being absolutely traumatised by Z Man's under-developed breasts. AAGGGH! But this time round it was Ashley St Ives the infamous porn star who took my eye. This man-eater who drops lines like...' come into my den said the spider...et cetera.’ She who wore a bikini and floor length fur as she drove in her Royal Royce...became an immediate icon in my eyes.
Yessir.

Life is what you make it

2008-01-14T05:25:00.000-08:00

I have really had to look at life differently. It's really not guaranteed. Try to live every moment like it's your last. Don't let the day go by without doing something memorable. Enjoy your loved ones. You never know when He is gonna say 'your time is up'

http://www.cancerresearchuk.org/

He's not no ordinary Ted

2008-01-08T05:31:00.000-08:00

THROWBACK OF THE WEEK

I am legend. Bite me

2008-01-07T07:42:00.000-08:00

What a load of Bollocks.

Can you say 28 days later? This was taken from the book which was re-created by various different film makers. Danny Boyle being one of them and quite frankly the best. It should of been left there. I gotta hand it to Will he did do a good job holding up such a shitty script. Why is America so obsessed with blowing themselves up or natural diasters. How many more films can we be subjected too. Please spare me

Pointless Dribble...

2008-01-07T06:18:00.000-08:00

RAZ B AND CHRIS STOKES????

What is this? Raz B and his brother admit on you tube that Chris Stokes molested them as children. In detail! His brother is then actually having a conversation with Chris and Chris is admitting it by saying..." I dont do that shit no more!" UURRGGH!
Then to make the story even more bizarre Raz B does a muffled half edited apology video. In it he says he is sorry but the in the background you can hear rustling paper and the small voice saying 'no,no,no don't say financially and ' don't forget to say his name chris..'

Poor boy he has been paid off.

Most recently Raz B and his bro and Chirs Stokes were all out having a meal. And were all ready with there stunners on for pictures. Now is this a publicity stunt. If so why so seedy?

Pyramid

2008-01-07T05:43:00.000-08:00

Inhibitions. Gone.

2008-01-07T05:29:00.000-08:00

On the last day of my trip at Vashtie's 1992 party. The New York Times were snooping around. Ended up getting my boat in the magazine. Two words BAD ANGLE!

Ha like I'm gonna show you! I am in this picture. And I look like I was dancing for my money and I was having a break. But you can all feast your eyes on the Reem! Who looks like he is doing the Michael Jackson

Every Little Step I Take

2008-01-07T05:14:00.000-08:00

Well I am back from New York and I would love to say that I am cured! But I am not My ankle let me know it was not happy every time I basically moved! I still partied hard. Two weeks straight of partying. But I did not get to do what I was meant to do. I was house bound for nearly a whole month in one of my fav cities.

Okay so there is possibility that I have made it worse by dancing on it - going to soca clubs and jumping on stripper poles. I thought I was suffering by wearing flats the whole time. And having to leave all my high heels, my babies at home. I cannot lie and say a tear did not fall.

It seems now nearly four months later I still cannot wear heels, I am beginning to feel I really fuct my ankle up! Well it's now down to lycra tube dresses and high flat boots. Gotta still feel like I got it!

Calamity Jane

2007-10-19T04:15:00.000-07:00

I was told that I create confusion where ever I go. I'm on the phone to a close friend and I'm telling him about my day of total clumsiness. You know those days when you wack your hand on the door, trip on the carpet. Well that's me! He screams in my ear. " Arrgh it's you! You create confusion even when your on the phone." Something about a hot pan and food on the floor. He was not impressed. But apparently it was my fault.

I'm not that clumsy but last week I fell down the stairs. (Ahem) Well I more slid down. And no I don't have a fantastic story behind it. It is, what it is. Unfortunately I also can't say that I fell in style, like in some killer Yves Saint Laurent heels. I fell in my converse. I felt as if hell had ascended on me. So here I am a week later, still in pain. Starring at the celling. My friends call me a walking comedy sketch. The doc told me 4 weeks! I'm going to be in NY in less than four weeks?! I took up knitting and for now it's keeping me sane.

I was so desperate to cook something, so I got a lift to Sainsburys. Now I'm looking worst for wear and I have a fluorescent oversize beanie on my head and XXL I love NY jumper, turquoise Adidas bottoms. Topped with my black plimsolls and the mash- up foot in a very pretty sock. Well I got to at least make it look good!

I prayed I didn't see anyone. I was shifting around those corners so quickly with my crutches. Boy did I pay for that shifting. The pain that occurred after that was indescribable. But there is one consolation...day time T.V.

: )

How exciting...

2007-10-17T10:10:00.000-07:00

My first blog...I finally got here. It's October and the cold is now making it's way through my socks. I've left my 9 to 5 and I'm now packing it all up to go to New York. Returning from what felt like the best holidaying I'd ever done. I was undoubtedly forced to return. I think the combination of sweltering ' do the right thing' kind of heat and stoop watching and all day cook outs on the corner and free concerts was just overwhelming! If you throw a bit of shopping and non stopping partying it becomes an excite- fest.

But I don't solely love New York, I suffered with a stomach bug for the whole time. I'm remember reading the back of the bread and seeing obscene amounts of sugar , my stomach turned thinking about the taste. I have to admit I did start myself off down that rocky road. When I arrived I ran to Popeye's remembering how excited I was last time that the fries were slightly seasoned. And the free biscuits. mmm. After my order of 3 pieces of chicken, two fries, two biscuits, coleslaw and onion rings ( My cousin made me stop) the last mouth full stayed in my mouth as I tried to compose myself. I fell straight asleep after that. I woke up feeling drunk from the jet lag and the food. My eyes barely open as I hailed a cab. Ended up in a bar with friends and after just two Bacardi's I not only realised my poison I realised I was absolutely finished . The mix of alcohol and fast food and the anticipation of future frolics. I was carried out with a drunken smile on my face. Awoke the next day and had Popeye's for breakfast...