Missing Pride

Well my lushes - its the weekend again, i have to say this week has gone about as quickly as a scorching case of herpes! but at last, it's friday and for the 1st time in a long time I pippy am not getting mash up this weekend! To be honest i could do with a weekend off and there is no way i could do it anyway as the pippy parents are heading to London to see my new confirmed batchelor pad.

Tomorrow we are off to IKEA so i can spend a small fortune on furniture and some little gorgeous things. Then it will be time to go back to the pad and start my favourite game - Flatpack challenge!! I bizarrely love assembling furniture - it's about the only practical, domestic thing i can do and there is a real sense of satisfaction seeing the finished article. I am dying to get my place just the way i want it and then the entertaining and murdering people with food can begin.

On sunday after the folks have gone i am off to Manchester to attend a big old gay conference. The days will be filled with the gay mafia talking about the many issues that affect our community and the nights will be filled with so much drinking that the morning after we will have a whole new range of issues to deal with. Joy!

My trip to Manchester does mean that i shall be missing Soho gay pride - i have to admit i am not mourning the loss of this. Soho pride basically consists of all the gay bars being rammed with loud, screaming queens, then being forced to negotiate Old Compton Street at a snails pace - erm no thankyou! I shall have a wee drink on Canal Street which is also going to be full of loud, screaming queens but at least they have that gorge northern accent and say "love" after everything

Not much celebrity news to report, so i shall just give you the headlines - Posh is pouting and trying to bring the word "major" into my vocab (it aint goin to happen), jodie marsh is still a c*nt, Lisa Scott Lee is still crying and Amy Winehouse is pissed.

THE IMAGINARY MEN OF PIPPY'S BOUDOIR

I was struggling today to find a man worthy of the boudoir but thanks to my friend Miss Daniella Jackson i now have one ready to pop!! I have not been watching Big Brother this year, if i wanted to watch stupid people shouting at each other all day i would live in Essex. Since i live on celebrity magazines i have been unable to avoid pics of the hottie in the house. It's the lovely, big big big Liam! He is all northern and big, did i mention he was BIG!!





Have a great weekend, i shall be back blogging on wednesday!

xx