A little Flesh

So I've started Uni now, woohoo! I'm not just a part timer either, I sneakily got myself a full time placement!! Soon enough (well, 3 years....but that's pretty soon in terms of a lifetime) I'll be sat blogging about the degree I'll have just earned in Advertising, PR & Media! I'm loving it so far, the lectures aren't to dull and the computer 'workshop' I'm on is awesome! I'm learning HTML properly now so whether I like it or not, I'm having to build a website from scratch! I'll be a pro in no time hopefully :P Also loving the new friends, it's early days though, so I'm still deciding who is worth my time haha! (That's a partial joke....)

Anyway, other than that, I'm doing a lot of reading (as is required, dammit! Why did no one tell me that??!)  and not a whole lot else. Although I did have a pretty major weekend last weekend and I've been seeing a lot more of my old ex Ben. And if you're tutting to yourself, keep it to yourself :P He's turned into a nice guy - since being screwed over almost as badly as he fucked me over. I guess he knows how it feels now. But he's a better person for it and he's making up for his wicked ways :)

And while we're on the subject of ex's let's talk about something completely irrelevant. Ross Cheam, (click here for his twitter) is an arty kinda guy and needed my help for a project of his at uni. Well, at least I hope it was, otherwise he had me prancing about in just my underwear for kicks. Lol! I kid, I kid. I totally wanted to get naked for him.

Okay that was actually a joke. I don't know why I was so shy. Anyway, he needed a model for his art project. focusing on the human body and the contortion of the torso or something like that. You'd have to ask him (see above the twitter link ;P) So here's some of the pics anyway. Hope you like, I practically starved for this. (I'll let you decide if that was a joke).

 

Anyways, hope you're all doing good. I'll get back to you all with more info on my crappy life soon enough :)

love and hugs :P 

GGxxx

Just a Post-it Note.

I was just going through some files on my old computer and came across this little music video I downloaded way back in the day. It's a fan-made Buffy rework of 'Going Under' by Evanescence. It's probably the best video edit I've seen and it looks really legit; whoever cut this was probably a film student or something equivalent 'cause wow. All I can say, lol!

Anywho, just figured I'd share a lil of my childhood passion with you guys. Hope you enjoy =]

Also I don't own any of the right's to this and I did not put this video together. All rights reserved 20th Century Fox, Joss Whedon, Evanescence, Wind-Up Records yada yada yada.

LFW SS11 & Ramblings of a Mad Man.

Firstly I'd like to thank Starbucks for the free WiFi. I just had to get that out there because I've been lost for the past 26 hours without an internet connection. It's too much for one boy to handle!! :( So yes, big love to Starbucks.

On to the more pressing issue that was London Fashion Week and my freaky fucked up body. Damn I hate myself sometimes! So I get there bright and early, ready for hair makeup and whatever else they wanted to do with me and all was well in the world. I'd had my hair trimmed to have it all neat and tidy, had a manicure and my nails given a matte finish, makeup was all finished and I was now dressed and ready. 10 minutes before the show started I suddenly broke into a massive sweat. And when I say massive, I mean HUMONGOUS!! I had sweat literally dripping from me and makeup leaking into my eye. Far from a pretty sight. Not that I could see anything with Maybelline trying to blind me. So the clocks counting down and I'm got like 3 makeup artists surrounding me as we walk backstage to get ready; one of them fanning me, one of them dabbing my head to pick up the evil that is my sweat, and the other powdering my face. Luckily I'd stopped leaking in the last couple of minutes, so fingers crossed I'd look okay when I walked out.

All in all I'd say that was personally the worst catwalk experience I've ever had, purely for the reason that my body fails me. On the positive side Orschel-Read's collection was beautifully crafted as usual, comfortable, and easily ready-to-wear. I say it every season but I really would love to own several of the pieces. If you want to check out his current and previous collections click here for his website. With that said, the photos of me from the show aren't too bad. Please allow me to be the first to admit, they aren't my best. Ah well, you win some you lose some! Oooh! On another positive note I got a whole bunch of hair products for free after the show! How awesome?! There are certain perks to this lifestyle, although I am yet to experience the free clothes. Give it time ;]

So moving on from London Fashion Week, I've been working on sorting out my proper website as apposed to this blogspot one. Nothing against blogspot, but I'm pretending to be a professional and need to pretend a bit harder if I want to succeed in the world of pretenders. With any luck it should be up and running within the coming weeks. Stay tuned on that front folks! While I'm on the subject of websites and blogs I'll clear up a little thing that a lot of you have been messaging me about lately. Video blogs (also referred to as vlogs but I just can't bring myself to do it). It was about 2 years ago that I started doing them and it lasted a good few months until I got too busy with work and other commitments to keep it up. Since then I've had people message me on Youtube asking where I've gone and if I'm coming back, on Facebook demanding I go back to video blogging; and my Twitter inbox is full of requests for my return!

Just to please all you guys and gals out there: Yes. I will be returning to the video blogs. As soon as my site is up and running there will be moving pictures of me with sound coming out of my mouth. I hope you're excited because I'm ready to fill your ear holes with useless information about my life! :D

Bring on the future, you'll see me soon ;]

Gregory xx

What do Qlo, Cycles & Versity have in Common?

If you haven't guessed it then I apologise for my poor hintage skills.

I got an unconditional offer for a BA Hons Advertising, Public Relations & Media Degree course at Uni. I start on October 4th and I'm totally stoked about starting! It's only a part time placement because by the time my app got to them all the full time was gone :( But on the plus side, it's pretty much sorted out my life for the next 3 years, WOOHOO!! I'm trying to think what more to say but I haven't actually been to the campus yet so can't give you all the details. I'm sure I'll update you asap ;]

On another note I finished that book, 'American Devil' in under a week. I majorly impressed myself with that :P It was amazing, you totally have to read it :D I've now moved onto my next book and keeping with the crime/thriller theme I've started Think of a Numb3r by John Verdon. It's a tad slow, so I'm reading it slower than my first choice of book. I can tell it's got a good back bone to the story but it just hasn't been executed so well at the moment, I can't say much because I'm not so far into it. But it hasn't captured me so much sadly :(

Anywho, I'm gonna leave it at that. I'm gonna work on seeing if I can get some backstage coverage of the Orschel-Read show I'm modelling in on Wednesday. It'd be great to share the whole experience with you all!! I'll keep ya posted, but for now,

ttfn guys'n'gurls!

GGxx

To Read & Write.

I don't know what it was about the poster I saw that caught my attention - though most likely it'd be the fact that my birthday's in December...

Strangely enough, considering I love to write (even if only to vent my anger) I've never really been one to read a book for the fun of it. The only books I can remember reading of my own accord are the Tales of the Slayer books, back in my Buffy obsession hey-day. Even they weren't long stories or novels though, just a series of compiled shorts set in various periods throughout history. So upon leaving the tube at Picadilly Circus and seeing an advert for 'A Week in December' (Sebastian Faulks), my sudden interest in the book took me by surprise (side-note: you'll always have an interesting life if you can manage to surprise even yourself). It then became my mission to go against my norm and purchase said book.

One thing you may have noticed about me is that a lot of what I do is done on impulse, without a large amount of thought or logic involved in my decision making. During my journey to WHSmiths I found myself getting more and more eager to have the book in my hands, with my eyes glued to the words on each page. Imagine my complete feeling of failure when I pick up the book, read the blurb, and find it's about contemporary London. I can read the paper for that or look out of my bloody window! And so for a brief moment, my heart sunk in my chest. Kinda like a child expecting the best video game at Christmas and unwrapping the gift to find Extreme Golf laughing in their face. I had been so determined to buy this book and do something different that I wouldn't normally do, read for the joy of it!

I was just about to leave defeated when another book on the shelf started screaming at me. I hadn't planned on getting this book nor had I any previous knowledge of its existence, but the thick dark font [made from a photograph of New York City at night] that seemed to tear itself away from the heated tones of the reddish/orange background demanded my attention; and I was more than willing to give. The title read 'AMERICAN DEVIL' and it was written by Oliver Stark. I didn't bother to read the blurb fully. My urge had hit me. This was the book for me. And my mind had been instantly made up. As a foreigner to reading for pleasure I loved the feeling of getting immediately immersed in the story from the very beginning.

A brief summary of what I've got so far as I have yet to complete the book (I've only been reading it for 3 days now!) is as follows. Good cop neglects his wife and she leaves him. Twat cop makes jokes about it and is rightfully punched by Good cop. Good cop is then suspended from duty. Next thing you know a crazed serial killer with no previous record and a big ol' yen for wealthy, blonde, young girls begins to wreak havoc. He stalks, abuses, and murders his victims; posing them in such a way that appears to jibe at Christianity - The American Devil kills another Angel... and the only man smart enough to catch him is our Good cop. He's back on the team with the assistance of a smart ass psychologist to track this guy down.

I haven't quite hit the halfway mark yet but I'm betting there's so much more to this story than that. The killer's been collecting parts from each of the victims and preserving them. Sick fetish or an art form?? I don't wanna sound like a psycho loony but I find myself drawn to the bad guy. He's trying to express something and I want to know what!! Anyway, if you haven't read the book find it on Amazon here or go to your local library. It's awesome. I recommend it ;]

GGxx