I sometimes look at myself and think, "Fuck! I'm BEAUTIFUL..."

A few pics of my holiday in
London. Seeing them like this
brings back so many memories. I love you all and miss you. Especially you, my baby. I love you...
Cheers, avi xxx

Minoush in London

I tried blogging from Kevin's pc but I couldn't upload photos. So lemme do it now. For all those who are not in the know, I was in London for about 1 week. I tried catching the morning flight on Saturday Ocober 28, but the plane was chock full. I could't even get a jumpseat. After several tries (4 different flights in all) I boarded the MK 042 flight. I was supposed to be on a jumpseat but I finally got the emergency exit- for those who don't know, don't request that particular seat if you're only 5"2 and are untolerent (is that a word?) INTOLERENT to the cold. I couldn't SLEEP I felt so cold and my feet, head and hands hurt like hell. I was white in the face I felt so bad. I had on a cardigan, a pull over and a jacket and still I was shaking like a leaf. A nice flight attendant called Robert (I appreciate the guy) told me painkillers would never do the trick. He gave me 2 apple drinks (laced with vodka- ABSOLUT VODKA) and I think I started to get pink in the face and started giggling loads and was slurring a bit and couldn't walk straight. I then went back to my seat (with loads of difficulty- but unaided) and went down like a baby. I think I slept for about 6-7 hours. When I woke up I was fresh fresh fresh. Only I was dying for a shower. I figured if I brushed my teeth and straightened my hair a bit I'd be ok. So I brushed my teeth and had breakfast. NO HANGOVER!!!!! Ha-ha! I was a bit red faced when I talked to Robert later but he was real sweet. I guess he's used to seeing people act weird on planes... When I got out, the passport control guy was a bit of a jerk . Come to think of it, he was a right bitch. Asking me all sorts of questions... I think I broke a record on that day. I got out of Terminal 3 from London Heathrow after 40-45 minutes. Not bad for a first timer eh? Kevin was amazed... He doesn't know I'm an Airport Woman... Follow the signs, the never lead you anywhere wrong. As soon as I got back home I had a shower and went shopping in Wembley market. (That's the heart blud, you know wham sayin'?) I had 8 fantastic days. Kevin and I doing stuff together all the time. I was over him all the fucking time. He was so scared, the idiot. I went to Burger King, Madame Tussaud's, McDonald's, Leceister Square, Trafalgar Square... Fucking great. The weirdest moments were when I saw glitter on Kevin's lips. I was like "How the fuck does this bastard get glitter on his mouth all the time?" Then his cousin told me if I could wipe his mouth when I finished kissing him cos all my lipgloss gets on his mouth... I was well fucked...
Me and my cousin Vickram (I stayed at his place) had an "encounter" in the tube once. This white guy got in the tube once with a suitcase and I was fooling around with Vick, calling him names (likitorma; gogot; pilon; falourmama... so on and so forth) we were having a blast swearing and stuff. Then he told me, get ready, we're stopping at the next station. The white guy pushed his case around and told us "I hope my suitcase hasn't bothered you much" in CREOLE. I felt so shameful my mouth hung open. Fucking hell...
Oh well I had a nice time though... Wondering when I shall go back. I hated the cold... I was walking on the streets at 01:00 with my cousin, wearing a pair of ripped jeans. FREEZING! When the plane landed in Mauritius and the Captain said it was 27 degrees celsius, I was LAUGHING... Long live Mauritius!