tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82453611009211694222024-03-08T16:13:04.602-08:00Nice to meet youFreelance writer and journalist from London... in midst of health crisis.
Thought I would share my chatter on the road to recovery... getting myself back will not be easy, care to join me on the way?Lornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816519535280432745noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8245361100921169422.post-63134543648846412072009-09-20T15:47:00.001-07:002009-09-20T15:57:48.353-07:00yes I snogged a dwarf, deal with it.For some reason, a friend of mine told me that when she was working in PR she has to look after a midget who was working with Lee Francis when he was playing Avid <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Merrion</span>. It was a big awards ceremony and she was assigned <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">to 'midget</span> duty'. Anyway she lost the midget and has to go on midget hunt. He was found safe and sound, at the bar, having a pint.<br /><br />I'm not sure how we got on to the subject, but I ended up sharing a story about a dwarf called Rustie. You see, years ago, I worked on holiday camps on the entertainment teams, a bit like a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Butlins</span> Redcoat but for Haven Holidays. Every other week, Rustie the dwarf (a comedian) would come and do a cabaret slot, and we would all get drunk with him after.<br /><br />One evening, it was my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">birthday</span> and a crowd of us all went back to the staff chalets. Rustie came with us... we started drinking and smoking cheap weed and somehow a game of spin the bottle was mentioned. To cut a long story short, I was and still am a very sporting girl, and I am no wallflower, so when the bottle pointed at me, I thought 'fuck it, I shall snog the little guy' - so I did, and it was a lovely kiss.<br /><br />Anyway - fast forward, ooh, at least 17 years - and I decide to out do our friend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Michelle's</span> midget story with my midget story. I wasn't quite prepared for the level of hilarity it would provoke. Before I knew it, holy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">moly</span>, Jay is on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Internet</span> and we discover that said dwarf that I snogged in a drinking game was only an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">OOMPA</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOOMPA</span> in Willy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wonkas</span> Charlie and The Chocolate Factory! How cool is that!!!!!!!<br /><br />I fear my friends will never let me live this down. Sometimes I wish I had just kept my big ole mouth shut - although I will never regret sharing that kiss with the little guy.Lornehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02816519535280432745noreply@blogger.com1