MAIDS

"Maid of honour" Arghhh. The dilemmas, the trauma, the tossing and turning and the umming and arring. After all of this, I decided not to have a maid of honour. I had narrowed it down to a short list of three, I felt like a casting director. Then it hit me, I didn't NEED to choose just one, I could have all three! My own gaggle of hens, MAIDS of honour, if you will.

These three ladies have been with me pretty much since I moved to London, I have been in bands with/ lived with/ worked with/ holidayed with/ laughed and loved these beautiful people for near 7 years. They have remained constant, even at times when constant meant not seeing each other for a few months, because you know, it's "LONDON", and that just kinda seems to happen, one minute its March and then it's August and Rachel has another new hair colour.

So let me introduce you to the lucky three.

Amy: Or better known as Theoretical Girl, I met Amy at 18. We met through our ex boyfriends (at least they were good for something.) On arriving in New Cross London Sep 2005 for university, we "freshers" headed to The New Cross Inn. A solo artist, Theoreticl Girl was playing a gig. I thought she was ace. Her hair was the reason I chopped off my waist length hair into a short black bob. A few months later, by chance, I started seeing a boy who just happened to be in the same band as Amy's boyfriend. Amy taught me to play bass, and the rest, as they say, is history. Amy is the sweetest, kindest, most generous person I know. And she always has AMAZING HAIR, oh and an IMMENSE record collection.

 

Rachel: Rachel, again, we have shared many a hairstyle (or rather, variations of the same hair style) We met each other, again through ex boyfriends, (what useful people these exes are turning out to be!) at a house party in Angel. Rachel was a little firecracker, 5ft 2 (ish?) and full of energy, and I just remember thinking "I have to get to know her!!!" She has the Madonna gap in her tooth, always been envious of, and despite me trying to pry open a space between my teeth it AINT GONNA HAPPEN. We then, by chance, started working together at Agent Provocateur in Knighstbridge, and many a ghost encounters and lounging in changing rooms later, we moved in together in Canonbury. Rachel was the front women in shriek beat band (is that what they called it?!) KASMS! She's such an incredible front woman, and we always always wanted to do a band together. The timing was never right.

Marine: aaaand again, through ex boyfriends! Marine was part of The Frenchies, (she will kill me for sayin this!) The DJ set from Nice. She lived in Holloway and she had a fridge in her room, with two double beds pushed together? We always used to eat curry from a joint frequented by the Darkness... Classy... She had this amazing mane, curly and blonde and to her waist. When we first met, we could not understand a word each other was saying, my geordie, and her half spoken English, but we drank through it. I helped her with her Geordie, she helped me with my French. For the first three years of our friendship, we insisted upon visiting EVERY Strada across London, and I had the same dish EVERY time. It was a comfort I guess? God knows... We took a ski-ing trip one year, and let's just say we have a difference in opinion on how to ski! Now a hot shot lawyer, with straight brown hair, and still every inch as beautiful.

 

 

Thankyou ladies, for being you. I love each and every one of you more than you can ever know!

Samantha x.

HONEYMOON

We have (I think, cleverly) decided to take our honeymoon five months after the wedding. Giving us something to look forward to after the wedding.

With the visions of David Lynch and Sonic Youth in mind, we teamed up with Dan and Rachel, and decided to drive the West Coast of America. (I hear what some of you are saying... why are we inviting another couple on our honeymoon?) Well... Quite frankly because they are ACE, and because I know either Paul or I will end up killing each other if we are driving in the desert on our own for three weeks! Surely you have to share an experience like this with other people, and who better than these two hotties??

Route to still be finalised, but I know it's gonna involved Death Valley and The Joshua Tree.

So role on August. I am also heavily researching snakes. You gotta be prepared... I shall be the Steve Irwin of our trip. (Hopefully won't die via sting ray)

BACK FROM THE DEAD

So, it's been a while. I only recently remembered I had this blog, when I was trying to remember my favourite films, and lo and behold, of course! I did a whole post on it! So, off I trotted to re read my fave flicks. It was a bit like bumping into an old friend and chatting for hours.

So I'm back. Alot has happened, a lot has gone down.

I left the legion of pink ladies, to work in a yoga centre (who would have known after my years of dealing with the dreaded public, the worse type of customers were in fact in a YOGA STUDIO)

Pfff... More about that later. Treats for you all! Namaste and all that....

More exciting news, Paul and I are engaged and are getting married on 8th March 2013. No doubt, many a posts to come will be about this. (well, and CATS, obviously, sorry)

Speaking of cats, the cats are doing well, they are massive now. (Massive in both senses, one is rather tall and kind of the size of a TIGER and the other one is fat, kind of like jabba)

The only other thing, is I have watched Bridesmaids FOUR TIMES IN THE PAST MONTH. Is this some kind of record? I hope so.

Well guys. That's my catch up. I have missed you.

Here's to the future.

x

DO YOU REMEMBER?

People come and go in your life, like dodgy haircuts and terrible outfits. But some people stick. Like the faithful winter coat that comes out every year, and the little black dress that never gets old.

I've been lucky enough to watch two of my very bestest and oldest friends get married this summer to amazing men. And suddenly it dawned on me, that we are in "the next phase." Life is full of phases. Nathalie I have known since I could walk, Deborah and Laura joined forces with us at the tender (ish) age of 18. We spent the next year living in each other pockets, full of road trips, road signs, road rage, road accidents and roads to recovery (Mostly Laura).... We invented our own jokes and our own codes, we spent every night doing something ridiculous, which is probably not funny at all anymore- and very probably cringeworthy and most certainly embarrassing, but at the time made us cry and ache till we couldn't breathe with laughter... A lot of first times and a lot of last times.

I then took the step and moved to the big smoke, and missed my bestest friends more than anything... The years rolled on and every time I heard Black Wire, or The Cribs, or The Futureheads etc a smile crept on my face and as memories came flooding in... I could reel off hours worth of comedy gold, but it would only be funny and understood by three other people...

This summer saw Nathalie first, and then Deborah get married, and I cried at both... It was that moment that I realised we were growing up, we are in the next phase, and I'm so happy that we still have a bond that distance and time cannot break. 6 years on, and it all feels like yesterday, it seems like two minutes ago we were taking Laura to A&E (again) for something or other, or calling Deborah's Dad (again) to come and help us with the latest car problem, whether it be to be rescued from the A1 or to change a tyre on the roadside. We can spend a whole year apart, yet when we meet up it doesn't matter. Those are the friendships you know are for keeps. The strongest and the truest.

So here's to the next phase, the next six years of a true friendship.

And to Deborah, Kris, Nathalie and Andy, a lifetime of happiness ahead.