Forgive me, Mariah
On the way home from work this evening something very strange happened. A bright pink limo drove up beside me, and two burly blokes grabbed me and tossed me into the back. I found myself sitting opposite someone who looked a lot like Mariah Carey in sunglasses.
“Do not speak directly to Mariah,” said a minion sitting beside me. “You are PJ, of the Urban Recluse Blog, are you not?”
“How do you know that?”
“We have our ways of gaining information,” said the minion, who spoke in an unusual accent, like Angelina Jolie in Beowulf or Alexander.
“You have offended Ms Carey with your blog post about a trash bag dress. She would never wear such a dress, and she felt that your sarcasm was unwarranted. She has beautiful breasts, and feels entitled to flaunt them whenever she wants. Who are you to deny her this human right?” I could smell the minion’s peppermint breath as he leaned in close to rebuke me.
“It was an April Fool’s joke,” I said. “I thought that Mariah could take it. I’m sorry that I offended her. I agree that she has lovely breasts. Please don’t hurt me, I know all your songs. October 2003, Wembley Arena; I was in the second row, and you smiled at me. We have history, Mariah.”
The minion snapped my bra strap. “Do not speak directly to Ms Carey! Girlfriend, you need to quit your hating, and start making it up to Mariah. Mariah giveth and Mariah taketh away, you dig?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You should write a post on your blog about Mariah, which must include as many sexy pics as you can find. The sexier the better, and the more cleavage the better. Ms Carey would also love it if you could display some of her sexy videos too.”
“No problem,” said I. “Can I get an autograph?”
Mariah tutted and turned her head away from me. The burly blokes lifted me out of the limo and set me down outside of my house.
“Remember, we know where you live,” said the minion, leaning out of the limo window. “Mariah forever.” The limo sped off.
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As agreed, here are my pics and youtube playlist for the lovely Ms Carey. Enjoy!
Playlist:
- Heartbreaker (Remix)
- The Roof
- My All (Remix)
- Don’t Stop (Funkin’ for Jamaica)
- Dreamlover
- Boy (I need you)
- Loverboy
- Get your Number
- Someday
- I know what you want (with Busta Rhymes)
- Hero
- I still believe
- Anytime you need a friend
- Vision of Love
- We Belong Together
- Forever
- Breakdown
- I’ll be there
- I don’t wanna cry
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Oh F***!
A Pirate’s Life for Me


By the way, I’m the Captain of this ship. If you’ve got a problem with that, you know where the plank is.

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Adventures in Camden Town
I can’t believe that it’s taken me nearly a week to write about my meeting with the saxy sailor. My only excuse is that I’m mentally exhausted right now. I can’t focus on anything for long.
Anyway I met G at Euston Station, and we went into a nearby cafe for a cup of tea. I don’t know what I was expecting, honestly, but he was just like he’d described himself. I hate these blind date kind of meetings, where you’re waiting at the designated meeting place, looking at any guy who could possibly be that person and wondering if it’s going to be the guy with the walking stick who’s limping and looks about 70…
Luckily it wasn’t the septuagenarian who greeted me. I was very nervous at first, almost as skittish as when that male stripper said hello to me after the show… But after a cup of tea I felt a bit more like myself.
From Euston we walked to Camden Town, and walked around the market and the assorted shops in that area. I love going to Camden Town as it’s just such a cool area. G fitted in perfectly there; a little boy even stopped him and told him that his North Face cap was “sick” and asked him where he’d got it from. (He said that he’d picked it up in Norway.)
I didn’t buy anything in Camden - I’d wanted to visit the African drum shop where I’d bought my djembe a few years ago, but it wasn’t there anymore. I’m not sure if it’s been relocated due to the fire that raged in that area several months ago. G bought himself a gangster-style Capello hat after haggling with the shop guy.
After a few hours, I was starving so we stopped at a Chinese buffet restaurant for dinner. He’s a vegetarian, and unfortunately there wasn’t much that he liked from their selection, so I felt a little bit guilty for having 2 plates of food, even if it was lousy food.
After that we walked back to Euston (it was starting to rain a little) and went back to the cafe in the station for a chat before setting off home. It was a nice day, and he was great company.
Overall, I’m still kind of confused about things with G. He’s a lovely guy, and I like him a lot, but I’m not sure whether I could have a relationship with him. The main issue is the age gap - he’s 26 years older than me. It doesn’t seem to bother him at all, and he still thinks that he’s in love with me. In an ideal world it might not matter, but in spite of myself I was thinking about what my family and my friends would say about me being with a guy so much older than me.
G is a guy who does what he wants to do. He’s done a lot and has seen a lot, and he doesn’t have any close ties to anyone who might want to talk him out of what he wants to do. I feel like I’m in the opposite situation, as long as I’m living here I’m not free to do what I want, when I want.
I’ve told G that I think that he’ll teach me a lot about life, but now I’m just wondering where those life lessons may lead me.
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4 Minutes
Madonna. Justin. Timbaland. 4 Minutes.
I’m not loving this one, guys. Funny cos I love each of these artists, but the song isn’t about anything really. 4 minutes to save the world from what? These guys are only saving me from buying this single.
It’s catchy and all, but I’m not feeling the faux-brass riff going on in the background, and the video is a bit disturbing with all those yucky flesh cutouts. That snog was nasty!
Madonna looks amazing though, some are saying that she was airbrushed, but I don’t know… professional makeup can hide anything…

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Penguins!
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Tell me what you don’t like about yourself

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Inner Beauty

My favourite singer, Mariah Carey, arrived at Mayfair at 2.30am this morning and greeted a large crowd of adoring fans.
The eccentric diva was wearing just a black bin liner under her jacket, and clutched a copy of the Big Issue magazine, which she’d purchased from a homeless man outside Selfridges.

When asked about her unusual outfit, she told reporters:
“Looks aren’t important, it’s what’s inside that counts. My job is to sing, not to be a sex object. The music business is so superficial, and I’m using my position to take a stand against it.”
Good on ya, girl!
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Red Arrows

Just caught the Red Arrows (Royal Air Force Aerobatic Team) flying over the London Eye. It was amazing; suddenly I heard the sound of those powerful engines approaching from behind, then they appeared, trailing red and blue coloured smoke behind them.
I had my camera with me, but wasn’t able to take a pic as it was all so fast.
They were flying over London to celebrate their 90th anniversary.
Now I wanna see a proper air show.
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Earth Angel
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You are a Fallen Angel empath. You have not found your place in this world yet and wander as a lost soul. Your wings have been clipped but you know deep inside they will grow back. You need to fly free and proud. Fallen Angels are spiritual beings who were trapped by flesh, and are now seeking to spread their wings again. (from the Book of Storms at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Empaths/)
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I thought that fallen angels were… you know.
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