I always refused to believe that writing about movies, sex, cooking, men and being twenteen was any less worthy than writing plays or reading Shakespeare; after all everything has its place! I love to write, so I did an English degree. Several billion essays later I’ve just graduated. Rhian Williams BA :) I’m hoping some wonderful magazine will call me one day and tell me to get my Bridget arse down to work for them! Fingers, toes and eyes crossed. I love words and the art of words! I deeply respect intelligence, people who have got the guts to have their own opinion! I enjoy my walls full of pictures, rude-ness, gig tickets, photos and junk, my princess bed and shite oven. I am easy like Sunday morning, I’m an old fart at heart and love long walks, sunrises... and sunsets and a place to call your own. Bad manners, chauvinism and inability to use “the” instead of “da” are all unforgiveable sins.

My writing will grip being young, free, full of wine, covering life, death and all the idiosyncrasies in between! I love honest writing, from the heart...

Thursday, 30 July 2009

“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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