Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrum

My boyfriend loves anything with an engine, I am indeed a car widow!

This was one of the more amazing cars that he got to test out, the KTM XBOW. We're soaking, freezing and hugely happy about it!

The greatest, the greatest..

My boy turning 21 brought a trip to London to Hard Rock Calling in Hyde Park to see The Kooks and The Killers! The atmosphere was amazing as the evening got darker, everyone was dancing and we were singing at the top of our lungs!

The babies are no longer babies, the have bums like J-Lo and eat like Rick Waller, and I love 'em.

QUACK

wonderful stuff.

Pheonix Nights, anyone?

In the red...uh oh.

In my third year of university I spent too much money on vegetables, books and reading glasses. Or wine, cable and Topshop dresses. Either way, I had to search for a job and was pretty much willing to do anything. One of the funniest interviews I have ever experienced was the inspiration for this feature.

I applied to work in a "trendy inner city bar" . Smashing I thought, instead of drinking the cocktails I'll learn to serve them, maybe burn a few cals whilst running about all evening, listen to some good music and work until 4am, sleep until 1pm.

Alas, this wasn't to be...I turned up at this "trendy" bar and was greeted by a gentleman with a builders bum, a gold tooth and a penchant for calling me darliiiiiiiiiiiiin'.

I couldnt place the smell of the pub, somewhere between a rabbit hutch and old banana.

He told me his big plans for the pub, which included huge neon signs and Sundays allocated to "Strip nights". He politely asked if I would mind the naked ladies, no I assured him. Mindy and Chantel might be some good company I thought....

Roomie Wanted

In the pink..why not.

During my time at universirty I had a rollercoaster of disasters and fantastic experiences with room mates. My freshers year I lived in a delightful house in Waterway Gardens, a walk to my uni building and next to a lovely park! However I was fated to end up the strangest and oddest selection of roomies (one of which has become a best friend, who says leaving your university decisions to the last minute doesn't pay?)

My second and third years I braved living with G and three other boys- all I can say was that I loved every minutes of it. The chaos, humour, even the dirty socks. They taught me how to cook and forced me to clean; who says women are the fairer sex?

Sun, sea and sand

Fun bags ahoy!

My first column in Lipstick Royalty is now available to download! The Editor in Chief Rachel Phipps has done a fantastic job! This months features the blogging sensation Gala Darling and loooooots more treats!

To have a read click www.lipstickroyalty.co.uk and download in a few seconds, it's FREE :)

“The first thing you should know is I’m a whore”

I have plonked my bottom down for the long haul today as I have several features to write and promised to a few different web pages! First to be done is a book review for the busygirlsguide.

I adore the Belle De Jour books, a first class smashing wonderful smutty clever blogger herself, and will be writing a review of her book The Diary of a London Call Girl. Here's a snippet...

"On one side of me was an old man with hairy ears and a knitted jumper, the other side was an air hostess leaning over me serving tea and coffee. I knew it probably wasn’t the ideal moment to be reading about bondage and blow jobs but I literally couldn’t put this book down. On a flight to Greece I read the whole thing cover to cover, and felt decidedly naughty about every page."

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Busygirlsguide.com

I'm currently writing for the webpage busygirlsguide.com, the women there are very lovely ladies and have asked me to do several features for them! Very excited as they seem to love my style and are happy for me to have free reign over content and subject!

This is a sneak preview of my first article, I think it looks fantastic!

Don't ask, you dont get, right?

I have work experience at Zoo magazine this Christmas...on Oxford Street. Hugely excited as Zoo is the biggest weekly mag and I'm sure to learn a hell of a lot, be rushed off my newbie feet and meet some fantastic people! Bring it on...

"Mate, you look rubbish!"

"Mate, you look rubbish!"

Who says the recession has to keep you in at the weekend! "Not us!!" we cry! So we made some snazzy bin bag dresses that cost us about £1.70 each from Wilkinsons. Shove that in your pipe and smoke it, Vogue.

I often write for Mookychick! This is a fantastic webpage and Madga Knight the owner said I "write what other people do but SO.MUCH.BETTER".

Lipstick Royalty magazine

I spent several thousand pounds at university just to have reiterated what I already knew; novels and magazines about sex, men, drugs, fashion, lifestyle, gadgets...are not literature.

Bugger that.

I would often stick my hand in the air and admit to reading a chick-lit, causing the lecturer to wince and several other people around me to be overcome with a sense of academia and keep their mouths shut. My general perception is that anything that is successful and that sells has it's worth as writing!:)

Check out my regular feature 'The Review' in Lipstick Royalty magazine.

www.lipstickroyalty.com

Free to download...

xxx

FRONT

My first lot of work experience was at the alternative men's mag FRONT.

I absolutely adore the big smoke (something only small town folk are allowed to label it). I sold a liver to afford to commute and roughly had three hours 45 minutes sleep that week.

FRONT had warned me the place was hard to find, and Google Maps supported that it was in fact..in.the.middle.of.nowhere. Just as I found the street the heavens opened. Needless to say that the Monday presented me as a drowned rat, bright red cheeks, squelchy shoes and frizz. Oh so cool. However, I had doughnuts so this seemed to distract the lads for a good ten minutes...

The office was really cool and situated on the top floor of a warehouse, plastered with posters, photos and generally intriguing, er, shite?

I was plonked down, given a few mags and basically told to get on with the FAQ's, right in at the deep end. SINK OR SWIM.

Because the magazine cover with such hard-hitting features I had to research if drinking a pint of wee was healthy. how many times you can legally drive round a roundabout and how many types of urine is usually found on pub peanuts. Needless to say the gentleman at the DSA was wheezing with laughter. Right, maybe should have sent an e-mail..

On the up side I managed to blag the office 8 litres of gin and got to listen to an interview with Frankmusik, he used to keep dead rabbits in his fridge apparently....

I had one of the most eye opening weeks and now know what the pace of a real monthly mag is like! Sadly no models walking around, clebs popping in for a cuppa tea...but I'll take all my weaknesses and put them right for the next time around.

PRO: Only managed to spill one thing.

CON: It was in front of the whole office and they proceeded slowly clapping. Boys do indeed smell.

I'm a graduate! Yaay! I now have lovely letters after my name and will be a valuable member of any pub quiz team for the odd Shakespeare question, well worth the money.

Now that I know a blog isn't a new strain of STI or children’s TV character, here I am- a real life blogger. My name's Rhi and I am a wannabe writer! Here I will list all my highs and lows of entering the scary journo world. Hopefully somewhere along my journey someone will want to hire my Bridget arse and let me do what I love for a living. Fingers, toes and eyes crossed.

I'm the kind of girl who gets lost and pooed on my pigeons so I promise to leave all that out and make this as interesting as possible...