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<rss version="2.0"><channel><title>I heart...New York - Blog</title><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog</link><description>Fabulous food and hot hotels. Everything you need for the perfect city break is right here. Just choose what you&#8217;re looking for and let Angela tell you what&#8217;s hot and what&#8217;s not.</description><language>en-gb</language><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2003 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 00:36:06 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright>Copyright: (C) HarperCollins</copyright><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>I heart...New York</title><url>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/assets/rss.gif</url><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/</link></image><item><title>So, I\'ve been busy</title><description><![CDATA[There\'s literally no excuse for my slack attitude to blogging but I *have* been kind of busy. I\'m setting up a new magazine, eating through the winter and looking at the rock on my finger every fifteen seconds. That keeps a girl off the streets.
Anyway, here are some photos of my adventures...

The fairy lights are from the ceiling of this amazing Indian restaurant I went to with Jenny... if only I was not so very drunk at the end of it, I could tell you where it was. Damn BYOB rules.

The lake and the dinosaurs are from Austin, Texas. Love.

And then the final picture is my attempt at being arty at New York Fashion Week. I did good, right?

And just as soon as my website stops being a giant arse, I have lots more pictures for you. Hurrah!]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/40/So%2C+I%5C%27ve+been+busy</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/40/So%2C+I%5C%27ve+been+busy</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 00:36:06 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>A Rooftop in Brooklyn</title><description><![CDATA[It is warm. At last. But when I say warm, I mean HAWT.
I am worshipping at the alter of the air conditioner and only moving to open the fridge or the door for food. It\'s wonderful.

I have left the house a couple of times recently. Behold, photos from my exciting adventures...

We went to the sweat lodge that is the Cake Shop for PopFest a couple of months ago to catch my friends, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart. They were awesome, I was drunk, they might not be my my friends anymore. It\'ll be fiiiiine. Buy their album.

The next shot is from a rooftop in Brooklyn on the 4th of July, it was awesome. And not hot. Hurrah!

This is a dog wearing goggles and a hat. That is all.

This is 24 chicken wings. Those wings were consumed by a single man. Swoon.

Mood: Independent
Currently listening to: The new Pains album, Belong - GET IT


]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/39/A+Rooftop+in+Brooklyn</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/39/A+Rooftop+in+Brooklyn</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2011 02:00:27 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>I\'ll take Manhattan...</title><description><![CDATA[That\'s actually a totally misleading title because I\'ve been all over New York recently, not just Manhattan. In fact, almost everything I have to tell you takes place outside Manhattan. But I\'m listening to this song right now http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0r63K_wYu4 so you can see how I was distracted...

Anyway, the city is still resisting spring which breaks my heart but rainy New York is still New York, isn\'t it? You\'ll be pleased to know I\'ve made the most of the sunny days we\'ve had, as detailed in these fascinating pictures.

Alex is preparing to abandon me on tour in a couple of weeks so, in the style of a true boy, he\'s been on top form recently. We took in the Sakura Matsuri (or cherry blossom festival) at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, visited Coney Island an rode the Cyclone (not recommended in a skirt, FYI) hit up a Yankees game (boring) and went to the Bronx Zoo. We did not see the escaped Cobra or Peahen. I did see lots of funny signs though... 

He\'s a good boy really. I mean, the cherry blossom thing was actually his idea. Personally I would have rather gone to see Thor and eat my own body weight in Wendy\'s but still. It was very romantic. Even more romantic was when he held my hair so I could throw up in a bin after riding the Cyclone. Do NOT eat hot dogs with sauerkraut immediately before riding an ancient wooden rollercoaster. Do. Not.

I\'m thinking of doing the annoying girlfriend thing and following him on tour for a couple of stops - Texas and LA are up first - and since Jenny has been AWOL for the last couple of weeks (new man on the scene...) and at least then I\'d be guaranteed some good weather.

This weekend it\'s NYC Popfest so we\'re going to be getting our gig on. Can\'t wait - The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, The Motifs, The Hairs and lots of other exciting bands beginning with \'The\'. I\'ll update you on any others I think you should check out afterwards.

Current mood: nauseous from the rollercoaster
Listening to: The Hairs http://www.ohmyrockness.com/features.cfm?articleid=1825]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/38/I%5C%27ll+take+Manhattan...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/38/I%5C%27ll+take+Manhattan...</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 May 2011 16:45:19 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Spring Fling</title><description><![CDATA[I realise I haven\'t blogged in a lifetime and there\'s a reason for this. Spring is refusing to even entertain visiting New York City. For the last month, it\'s been grey and cold and rainy and well, it\'s been like being back in England (which I hear has been beautifully sunny and wonderful. Grr). There\'s not a lot of inspiration when you\'re sat in the apartment all the time, waiting to bust out your Spring wardrobe.

The miserable weather seems to be having a huge knock on effect on the NYC populous. By now, the sun is usually shining, black tights have been banished to the back of the closet and we\'re on our third pedicure of the season but no, I\'m still in my Hunters, my tights are wearing thin and my toenails haven\'t seen the light of day in months. Except for when I\'m curled up on Alex\'s couch (correction, our couch - still getting used to that) watching My Fair Wedding with David Tutera. Alone. Because he\'s on tour. In South America. Where it\'s hot.

Grump. But at least I\'m not Jenny with all her dating debacles. Honestly, I\'ve never been so happy to be out of the dating game but that\'s another story, one I\'ll tell you very soon - but basically, making assumptions about a man\'s sexuality is an error. It\'ll get you into allllll kinds of trouble. As if I didn\'t know that, right?

OK, I\'m going back into the TV. Wake me up when Bambi comes out of the forest.

Mood: Misery guts
Currently listening to: http://www.myspace.com/violens]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/37/Spring+Fling</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/37/Spring+Fling</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 18:57:08 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Baby, it's cold outside...</title><description><![CDATA[You'll be excited to know that New York is currently experiencing it's coldest winter in approximately ever. We have had over 30 inches of snow ALREADY and there are further storms forecast for the next couple of weeks.

Which is why I'm considering nipping off to Orlando with Jenny and getting some serious Wizarding World of Harry Potter under my belt. There's no option, surely? Well, there is but it mostly involves me lying on the sofa, watching My Fair Wedding with David Tutera and ordering pizza. I have become a sloth.

Become is actually an exaggeration. I am a sloth. It's sort of wonderful. But going to Florida means abusing the credit card, getting unpleasant parts of me waxed and putting on a swimming costume in the height of winter i.e. while I'm still carrying all my Christmas pudge. There's a lot of it.

In happier news, the city looks sort of magical and I've been forced to spend a lot of time walking around in the snow, hanging out at bars and indulging in a lot of karaoke. Happily all of this and more is available within a four block radius of N6th and Kent.

In less happy news, Alex has to go away on tour over VALENTINES DAY. Obviously we're a very cool couple and we don't worry about things like Valentines Day because it's a silly Hallmark Holiday that doesn't mean anything and who wants a bunch of overpriced shitty supermarket roses anyway?*

Soooo, Florida. Should I stay or should I go?

Mood: Frigid
Listening to: Camera Obscura and frozen, frozen raaaaaaaaaaaain



* I DO. I WANT THEM SO MUCH.
 ]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/36/Baby%2C+it%27s+cold+outside...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/36/Baby%2C+it%27s+cold+outside...</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 22:37:31 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>HO HO HO</title><description><![CDATA[Oh my God. As I may have mentioned last year, I bloody LOVE Christmas. Following last year's festive cooking extravaganza, me and my extended New York family decided to eat out this year.
Can I be the first to say, I recommend this in every way.
Every. Way.

Basically everyone I've ever met in New York City (with a few notable exceptions) decamped to Jean Georges by Central Park for lunch. And by lunch, I mean five course tasting menu and a really appalling quantity of booze. Everyone else in the restaurant hated us. And getting back to Brooklyn was, um, difficult? Oops. Merry Christmas, everyone.

Anyway, following the festivities, we all headed back to our place (just want to say I love saying that) and watched films until it was officially Boxing Day. Did you know America doesn't have Boxing Day? This is madness. I was forced to show everyone How We Do It, from the cold turkey, pickled onions and pork pie, through to the mince pies, jam tarts and Christmas cake. Erin and Jenny refused to try the piccalilli. Wimps.

Of course, what was less amazing was the fact that a god almighty blizzard descended on us Boxing Day evening and the roads here in BK are still completely crazed. I've heard the UK has been snowed in too - what's that all about? isn't global warming supposed to work the other way? Seriously, our apartment has  beautiful floor to ceiling windows which are usually my absolute favourite thing about the place but watching armageddon settle in over the Hudson was Not Fun. I really thought the world was ending.
 
But hey, this is me here. Three feet of snow was obviously not enough to stop me hitting the bodega the next morning to get milk. Nothing comes between a British girl and her cup of tea.
Although I cannot begin to tell you how much trouble Alex is in for refusing to go out for me. Arsehole. He's lucky he's so pretty.

Happy New Year!

Mood: snowy
Currently listening to: http://www.myspace.com/bearhandsband
]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/35/HO+HO+HO</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/35/HO+HO+HO</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 04:37:14 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Thanksgiving Take Two</title><description><![CDATA[I cannot believe it's Thanksgiving again.
Seriously, how has that happened? Where has this year gone? 
At first I was kind of against thanksgiving. It seemed like the kind of holiday that hated women - you get to spend all day cooking and there aren't even gifts at the end/beginning of it. Just the joy of basking in your family's love. WHATEVER. But I'm coming round to it. Or I'm drunk. One or the other.

Following last year's turkey-brining-six-hour-cookathon, this year should be relatively easy. Jenny has been lured over to Brooklyn and as I type, Alex is opening beers, Graham is putting pie in the fridge, Craig is putting the moves on Jenny and I am gazing lovingly at a variety of foiled containers that hold my prepared vegetables. The pre-cooked turkey has been delivered and is warming through in the over. This is how Thanksgiving should be. I am Thankful for this, living in New York where everything is done for you.
I may or may not have already had a beer.

Anyway, since I'm surrounded by Americanos, I thought it might be a good time for me to list the things I'm thankful for.

1. The Mulberry for Target collection. I've wanted a Mulberry Alexa bag for So Long but sadly, my lame freelance income will not cover it. Happily, the good people at Target put together a massive collection of goodness that I indulged in. 

2. Sour Patch Kids. I had a minor freak out earlier this year when I realised I was living in a country where I was not able to buy Habribo TangFastic. Happily, I've come to a compromise with America on these tasty little things. They're not as sour as they could be but they'll do.

3. Four Loko. It's like a bucket of alcoholic Red Bull. In all honesty, I've drank one can, once and it gave me heart palpitations but all the kids are drinking it and the government is trying to ban it so it must be good. Yay Four Loko!

4. Bristol Palin on Dancing with the Stars. OK, so she didn't win because she kind of sucks but she seemed sweet and more importantly, she had the hottest partner.

5. By Nightfall by Michael Cunningham and The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. Two very different books. I loved them both, if you haven't read them already, give them a go.

6. My friends. I'm contractually obliged to go a bit sappy on Thanksgiving but honestly, where would any of us be without our friends? Here in NYC, my friends are my family. We're there for each other whatever, whenever and it makes me feel warm and fluffy inside just knowing I can pick up the phone and be with someone who loves me, not because they have to but because they just do, any time, day or night.

7. Alex's floppy fringe. Really, it's beautiful. Since I moved in, I've put in place a clear 'no haircuts without prior authorization' rule. Well, you would, wouldn't you.

8. Enrique Iglesias - Baby, I Like It. I'm not cool. I don't care.

9. The subway. It runs TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A DAY. Take note Boris. I'm not coming back to England until you sort that shit out.

10. The Hub. Fraggle Rock and 80s Transformers cartoons are now on TV Every Day. Result.

HAPPY TURKEY DAY!
]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/34/Thanksgiving+Take+Two</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/34/Thanksgiving+Take+Two</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2010 16:15:31 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Busy Couple of Months...</title><description><![CDATA[Hey guys,

So the last few months have been MANIC, I moved to Williamsburg with the boy and have been working like a demon. All exciting but obviously I'd rather be sharing my adventures with you. I've been taking loads of pictures of the neighbourhood, it's so pretty. I love Autumn in nyc. And I refuse to call it fall. Because that's not a season. Bah.

As well as working terribly hard, me and Alex drove up to Niagara Falls which was amazing. He really didn't want to go but eventually relented - isn't it pretty? I also made a new friend, Bear. It's possible I'd been driving for far too long. Alex pointed out that I was not mentally stable when I made him listen Buffalo Stance a million times over when we got to Buffalo. Loser.

Last week was NY Fashion Week and Erin got me and Jenny into a couple of shows, so, so exciting. I am sad to tell you the Seventies are back in a big way next summer. Lots of lace too... not sure how I feel about that. We did get to see Bear Hands play Rockefeller Center though, I love them. Can't wait for the album coming out soon. Ooh, there's totally a Bear theme to this post. I'm quite tired...

This is our neighbour's puppy. I'm planning on liberating him...

Mood: Knackered
Currently listening to: Bear Hands http://www.myspace.com/bearhandsband]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/33/Busy+Couple+of+Months...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/33/Busy+Couple+of+Months...</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 05:39:10 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Picture Perfect</title><description><![CDATA[So, it's the end of July and it's too hot to do ANYTHING so I thought I'd share some pictures instead of words. Because words make Angela confused. Even though they are my job.
Thinking is hard. Mew.

A couple of weekends ago, me and Alex went to see Surfer Blood, Cymbals Eat Guitars, Matt &amp; Kim and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart play SirenFest. It's a free festival at Coney Island and it was AWESOME. Look! Rollercoasters! Beach! Twenty minutes from Manhattan! Amazing. I got sunburned. Sniff.

A few days later, we went to see The Drums play a brilliant exclusive MTV show at The Studio at Webster Hall. I Heart The Drums. Alex will regret turning me into a groupie, I'm a little bit in love with their drummer. So if it doesn't work out with Alex, I've got a back up. Kidding!

The next day I did some shopping. It was not good shopping.

And since it's too hot to leave the apartment EVER, I'm getting into my summer reading. Let me know if you have any suggestions for me once I've got through this pile (I'm totally reading the Glee book first...)

Current mood: Sweaty. Is sweaty a mood? It is now.
Listening to: THE DRUMS 
http://www.myspace.com/thedrumsforever]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/32/Picture+Perfect</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/32/Picture+Perfect</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 16:54:43 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>An Independent Independence Day</title><description><![CDATA[So it's the 4th of July in New York City and everyone is barbecuing, partying and preparing to blow up tiny parts of the land that they love with lots and lots of fireworks.
And I'm inside with sunstroke.

Alex keeps telling people I'm hiding in his apartment in case some particularly patriotic Americans decide to sacrifice me to a giant wicker effigy of Obama but really, it's just been bloody hot. And I'm a bit scared that some patriotic Americans are going to sacrifice me t a giant wicker effigy of Obama. No really, these people get *excited*.

Anyway, I've been out and about taking some summer sunshine pics for you and wanted to share. Jenny and I wandered up to Central Park yesterday where she insisted on re-enacting the 'That's How You Know' scene from Enchanted until planes had to fly over and skywrite an ad for Geico car insurance just to shut her up. Impressive.

On Friday night, I was the Best Girlfriend Ever and went to see Faith No More with Alex on Williamsburg Waterfront. He got awfully excited. I got shoved around. A lot. Note to self, do not wear open toe shoes to an outdoor alt-rock gig. I was rewarded the next morning with pancakes at Relish the next morning. Delish.

Thursday night, we dragged Jenny out to Williamsburg to see my new favourite band (aside from Stills, obvs) Beach Fossils. GET THEIR ALBUM! Jenny is in love with them, despite pretty much being ten years older than all four members. I guess that's never stopped her before...

Mood: dizzy and English
Currently listening to: http://www.myspace.com/beachfossils]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/31/An+Independent+Independence+Day</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/31/An+Independent+Independence+Day</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 01:22:40 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>I Heart The Hamptons</title><description><![CDATA[OK, so this isn't quite 'tomorrow' but I think I was so damaged by the Lost finale, I couldn't open my laptop for two weeks. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

In order to speed up my recuperation, super-swank PR friend Erin took me out to this amazing hotel/marina/Kellermans-fantasy land that she looks after, East Hampton Point this weekend. Readers, I would marry it. I can't even begin to explain to you how badly I need to be rich. Seriously, Alex and I had a good long chat about just how successful Stills are likely to become and whether or not he can in fact keep me in the luxury to which I managed to become accustomed to. Inside three days.

Honestly though, this place was amazing. It was like Center Parcs for rich people. We stayed in the sweetest little cottage with the most amazing gigantic bed, walk-in shower and jacuzzi bath. I want a jacuzzi bath. Actually, no, I NEED a jacuzzi bath. There is no want here.

Obviously, things went a bit tits up when I put a can of Coke in the freezer instead of the fridge and it blew up and when I accidentally drove on the wrong side of the road (just a little bit) but then there were all the fabulous parts like All The Food, the completely empty swimming pool and the private beach that was populated solely by what appeared to be extras from Gossip Girl (I was so pasty, I think they thought I was an extra from Twilight).

Now if you'd excuse me, I need to run down to the dry cleaners before it shuts because I accidentally spritzed my borrowed DvF cocktail dress with Windex instead of Febreeze. 
Nobody puts Angela in a corner.

Current mood: Mad that I'm not rich
Listening to: http://www.myspace.com/titusandronicus]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/30/I+Heart+The+Hamptons</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/30/I+Heart+The+Hamptons</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 03:11:24 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Lost... in Brooklyn</title><description><![CDATA[So, it's twenty minutes until the last episode of Lost airs. Except Alex wants to watch the basketball game. No, seriously, he thinks sports are more important than watching Sawyer and Jack take their tops off for the last ever time.

New York has gone slightly crazy, everyone is having finale parties - even hipster places like The Bell House but no, I have managed to bag the only man on earth not interested. It makes me sad. And also means I have to go down the street and watch it at Brooklyn Bowl with Graham. $4 margaritas? Will I even remember what happens in the end? Will I care?

OK, I have to run and secure a seat, let me know if you watched! I'll update properly tomorrow.

]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/29/Lost...+in+Brooklyn</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/29/Lost...+in+Brooklyn</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 01:47:27 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Cationary Tale of a Laker Girl</title><description><![CDATA[Today's blog is a play in one act.

Scene: Central Park,New York City in May. Late afternoon. 85 degrees and not a trace of shade to be found. Angela (our heroine) has burnt her shoulders in an ill-advised strappy vest and needs to cover up pronto. Popping in Urban Outfitters, she picks up the only longish sleeved white t-shirt they have and nonchalantly pops it on over her vest. 
Happily covered up, she takes the 6 down to Union Square and bags a table outside Coffee Shop, reading happily in the sunshine, waiting patiently and quietly for her friend, Jenny. 

Enter Man From Street:
MFS: Yo, LAKER GIRL!
Angela: Sorry?

MFS points at Angela's t-shirt: Laker Girl!

Angela looks down and realizes shirt has a 1981-9182 LA Lakers logo on it.

Angela: Oh, right.
MFS: So, you see the game earlier?
Angela: The game?
MFS: Lakers, Jazz? Playoffs?
Angela: Ohhh. No. Did you win?
MFS: Did we win?
Angela: Um, yes?
MFS: What the f*ck do you mean did I win? You're the one in the Lakers shirt lady, you should know if we won.

Angela begins to wonder why she entertained talking to MFS in the first place.

Angela: I was just wondering...
MFS: You even know what the Lakers are, honey?
Angela Um, yes?
MFS: OK, what sport do they play?

Angela realizes people are watching, blushes and begins to make an awkward up and down bouncing motion with her hand.
Angela: Basket... basketball?

MFS: Right, let me guess. You're not a Lakers fan. You're not even a basketball fan. You just thought 'hey, that's a cute shirt! And if I wear that, maybe boys think I give a shit about sports and then they'll like me!'
Angela: Uh...
MFS: Well listen to me lady, if it were up to me, I'd take that goddamn shirt off your back right now and burn it. For real, I'd burn it before I let you walk around this goddamn city in it. Go buy some piece of Knicks shit and let that be your little fashion statement.
Angela: Wow. You know, I really just needed a white t-shirt-

Enter Jenny.

Jenny: Are you talking to my friend?
MFS: What's it to you?
Jenny: If you're talking to my friend, I'm going to have to kick your ass. Like, really, really kick your ass.
MFS: Oh really, really?
Angela: Jenny, really, don't...
MFS: Yeah, 'Jenny, don't'

Jenny gives MFS Care Bear Stare.

MFS: Pair of dumb bitches.
Angela: Woooooah

Jenny looks at MFS again. Jenny knees MFS in crotch.
MFS doubles over like a little girl.
Everyone outside Coffee Shop cheers.
MFS staggers away cursing.
Angela and Jenny get free drinks.
Scene.


And while free drinks at Coffee Shop are a fine thing, getting bawled out by a drunk man in the street just because wearing the shirt of a team and a sport you know absolutely nothing about really isn't worth it. That said, I'm not sure I haven't felt exactly the same way about girls in Williamsburg wearing vintage Def Leppard t-shirts.

Let this be a lesson to all of you...]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/28/Cationary+Tale+of+a+Laker+Girl</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/28/Cationary+Tale+of+a+Laker+Girl</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 03:46:20 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>The Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave</title><description><![CDATA[I suppose I didn't realise just how brave Americanos are until Jenny, Vanessa and I descended on Washington, DC this weekend. To quote Jenny directly, it was HOT AS BALLS. 

Van was running (ew) in the annual Cherry Blossom ten miler so we tagged along and, well, Jenny and I got up to some adventures that I really can't put on a blog. Seriously. And when I say Jenny and I, you realise that what I mean is Jenny got up to some adventures while I sat with my head in my hands and quietly sobbed besides the Lincoln Memorial. I promise I'll tell you about it sometime.

As a non-Americano, Washington was an interesting place to visit. It's certainly not New York but there was no shortage of stuff to see, especially if, like me you're interested in the following: Dorothy's ruby slippers, dinosaur skeletons, panda kites (see pic), a subway where you can use your phone, lots of swanky jewellery, cocktails containing St Germain liqueur, giant statues, American tourists and perhaps most importantly the original Kermit Muppet.

If, like me, you are afraid of the following: giant sculptures of spiders, children running in and out of a statue of a vagina (which actually made me squeal in horror - Best. Contraception. Ever) avoid the sculpture garden.

Anyway, I'm back, sunburned and ready to get up to all sorts of spring fun in New York... even if I have just sat on my ass and stared at the TV ever since I got off the coach from DC.
Blame Jenny.

Mood: Optimistic about getting off the couch later
Currently listening to: www.myspace.com/teganandsara]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/27/The+Land+of+the+Free+and+the+Home+of+the+Brave</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/27/The+Land+of+the+Free+and+the+Home+of+the+Brave</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 21:49:56 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Promises, Promises</title><description><![CDATA[So, I said I'd put up some pictures when the weather turned nicer and guess what? The weather turned nicer!

So here for your visual amusement are some pictures from my Easter weekend in New York City. It was eighty degrees, I got sunburned, there was a massive pillow fight in Union Square, we went to the Statue of Liberty and I saw the saddest man in a Panda suit I've ever seen in my entire life.
Actually, the only man in a Panda suit but you know what I mean.

More to follow...]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/26/Promises%2C+Promises</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/26/Promises%2C+Promises</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 15:50:03 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Is there a doctor in the house?</title><description><![CDATA[It really hadn't occurred to me that the every day things I took for granted in the UK would be an issue in NYC. Like, sorting my self out with a mobile phone (I'm still using Jenny's pay-as-you-go because I can't get a contract), opening bank accounts, finding a laundrette because so few people have washing machines, being two seasons behind on America's Next Top Model... important things like that.

Well, today I came across a new issue. Visiting the doctor. Oh dear God, it's traumatic. You don't just roll up to the surgery looking lame and hoping the nice lady will let you in to see the doctor here. Oh no, you have to have insurance (which I didn't have), you have to make an appointment to see a 'general practitioner' then you have to be referred to a specialist - and they have specialists for EVERYTHING - then you have to pay ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD for said specialist to sort you out. 
I'll save you the long story but basically, I had have my ears syringed (I'm not gross, the doctor says I have tiny ear tubes and I need to not wear in the ear headphones anymore - who knew?)and it cost me $20 to see the first doctor and then THREE HUNDRED BLOODY DOLLARS for the nice man to shoot a load of water up my ears. There's really no wonder his office is on the Upper East Side by The Park, is there?

Rant aside, it's a beautiful day today, the boy is back from tour and now I can hear again, we're going to go and see this brilliant Danish band, Oh No Ono at Music Hall tonight. Can't wait. Mostly because I know he'll let me get pizza on the way home.

Mood: Broke and missing the NHS
Currently listening to: www.myspace.com/ohnoono]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/25/Is+there+a+doctor+in+the+house%3F</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/25/Is+there+a+doctor+in+the+house%3F</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 19:22:21 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Oscars 2010!</title><description><![CDATA[Sunday night may have been the most delightful night of my entire life. Sat on my sofa, draped in a baggy red hoodie and some massive elasticated waist PJ bottoms, I readied myself for the fashion event of the year. The Oscar's Red Carpet...
In honour these poor girls who had starved themselves since Christmas, roommate Jenny and I, ordered a massive pizza, buffal wings and got the Ben &amp; Jerry's in along with my preferred Woodchuck cider and her favourite Coronas. Because they were more fizzy and bloating than wine. That's how we roll.

Now, you must understand how honoured we were to have Jenny's professional styling opinion with us on this night of nights and ignore all of her snide 'I could have done a better job than that' comments. Because she didn't so she couldn't and after two hours of patting her on the back and saying 'yeah you could' I got bored.

Anyway, here we go...
My winner of the night:
Sandra Bullock. When the red carpet stuff started on E! I declared that if Sandra Bullock won an Oscar for best actress, the world would end - Hope Floats anyone? But that gorgeous pale gold Marchesa gown, bright, fresh make up and lovely, shiny shiny, shiny hair? I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to win. She looked GORGE. And her speech was amazing.
Runner up:
Cameron Diaz
I loved that dress, the hair, he make-up  - everything. She just looked so comfortable and I always like that. Cam, let's get a drink next time you're in town, I feel like we could be BFFs. Don't tell Jenny though.

Jenny's winner of the night:
Unsurprisingly, Jenny Lopez picked Jennifer Lopez. Never one to miss a couture treat, she fell in love with Jenny from the Block's theatrical pale pink Armani Prive concoction. I was concerned about how she would be able to pee/sit down.
Runner up:
Zoe Saldana's Givenchy Couture. I'll admit it, I didn't get it but stylista Jenny says it was brave and bold and beautiful. And that it didn't look like the Crystal Barbie bodice taped into a flamenco dress.

My least favourite gown:
SJP's yellow Chanel potato sack. I'm sorry, I don't care if it's Chanel. And also, your hair looks like a giant Danish pastry. Great make up though and as always, accessorized to perfection with Ferris Bueller.
Runner up: 
Maggie Gyllenhall. Just awful. Sorry. Love you, love your bro, that dress is awful.

Jenny's least favourite gown:
Charlize Theron's Dior lilac shift dress should have been beautiful. But then someone went and sewed two massive pink Danish pastries over her boobs. There is a theme to things that went wrong at The Oscars this year...
Runner up:
Diane Kruger - why is a black caterpillar trying strangle you?

Biggest surprise:
I'm not sure if the biggest surprise should be that Kirsten Stewart wore a pretty dress (which I admittedly didn't like when I saw it on screen but having checked out the pictures since, it's lovely. Inky blue Monique Lhuillier, yum) or the fact that she's smiling. You're nailing R.Patz woman, show us some teeth! Jenny wishes it to be known that if she was nailing R.Patz, she'd be smiling to broadly morning, noon and night that people would ask if she'd had a seizure. Nice.

Aside from these particular dresses, I really loved Miley Cyrus and Cameron Diaz, apparently I'm all about pale gold floaty number this year (but not yours SJP), I loved all the cascading ruffles (Penelope Cruz, Vera Farmiga, Elizabeth Banks, ) and the pretty blush, nude tones on Demi Moore, Ana Kendrick and lots of others.

Basically, almost everyone looked super pretty. I love when the Oscars goes super glam and this year, everyone looked so so pretty and so so happy. Ahhh.

Not as happy as me though because I ate SO MUCH FOOD.
Bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha.]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/24/Oscars+2010%21</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/24/Oscars+2010%21</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 20:01:55 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Twitterpated</title><description><![CDATA[The sun is shining and the snow is gone! At least until tomorrow... but hurrah for March. I always, always get shafted by March. Annually, I'm convinced that first of March means first of spring and it really doesn't, does it? It's chuffing freezing. I have everything crossed that I'll be in my new J Brand denim jacket by the end of the month though. God bless the Barney's Warehouse Sale, $50 instead of $300.

So as some of you already know, I'm tweeting. You can find me on Twitter at http://twitter.com/The_Look and well, it's pretty much what you'd expect. Mindless musings of someone who spends a lot of the day watching Top Model (new season, March 10th!) and bitching with her best friend and her boyfriend. Go Angela, make the most of life...

At least I had an eventful weekend. If that's what you can call hitting a Tiger Beer party between 8.00-9.00pm for free beer and then following Jenny to a terrible country music night so she could try it on with some random guy she met at a wedding three years ago who Facebooked her with a picture of himself in a stetson and nothing else. Alas, it did not turn out well and after an hour long hike home in cowboy boots (when in Rome) and two feet of snow, I tried to stem her 'I'm going to die alone' sobbing session with badly mixed margaritas, frozen bean burritos and some impromptu yoga lessons. I've completed three myself, this clearly makes me an expert. 

Sunday morning, we threw ourselves across the road and into Scottie's Diner where we followed up the yoga sesh by consuming more bacon than exists in the EU. There are lots of foodie things I miss about the UK but I can't imagine not having endless supplies of American bacon ever again. I don't know what they do to pigs here but it's magical. Actually I sort of never want to know. Once we'd sobered up, we dragged ourselves uptown to MoMA to check out the Tim Burton exhibit - it's amazing, almost as good as bacon. Almost. I was a little bit hungover/heartbroken though because The Mean Men at MoMA have moved my favourite painting and now I have to stand sobbing like a loon in the middle of an open thoroughfare. Awk-Ward.

Anyway, I have epic amounts of work to do and this bag of Cheeze-Its aren't going to eat themselves...

Mood: TWITTERPATED! (As in the happy animals of Bambi and not someone who uses Twitter far too much)
Currently listening to: www.myspace.com/marinaandthediamonds Still not sure how I feel about it but look how beautiful her make up is on the myspace site... Ahh.]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/23/Twitterpated</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/23/Twitterpated</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 19:19:20 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>F-F-F-Freezing</title><description><![CDATA[So someone had the bright idea to offer to appartment-sit for her Brooklyn boyfriend while he went off on tour. Not offer to go on tour with him, oh no, that would have been too much like a good idea (hello southern hemisphere and actual sunshine) but just to hang out in his gorgeous Williamsburg apartment, try and get some work done and make sure no one robbed his priceless collection of take-out cartons.

And guess what happened next? It snowed. It snowed like a mofo. As in blizzard. Seriously, it's ever so faintly terrifying. Floor to ceiling windows are a great idea if those windows aren't being bashed with an arctic snow storm for two straight days. Which stops for two days and then starts up again. According to Jenny, she can barely even tell that it's been snowing in Manhattan. Not the case in Brooklyn, let me tell you. The pavements are at least an inch deep in black ice and there is frozen snow everywhere... It stopped being fun about three days ago, seriously. I think it might be the beginning of another ice age. 

However, what has not stopped being fun are the following things:
1. Ordering in San Loco guaco tacos, Vinnie's pizza and Pop's buffalo chicken sandwiches.
2. Watching 17 Again on HBO. Over and over and over.
3. Generally having a mooch through Alex's stuff. Not his private stuff (I'm not that stupid) but you know, CDs, books, DVDs. Who knew he was such a big Buffy fan?
4. Sleeping on and off ALL DAY LONG
5. Alex's washer/dryer. No one has a washer/dryer in their apartment. I totally brought all my washing over. He might wonder what the mysterious bottle of Downey is though... in case you're reading, it's called Fabric Softener and it makes things feel all squishy and nice. 

Why don't boys understand fabric softener? Really? Sigh...
As soon as the sun comes out, I'm going to be out and about with my camera, promise.

In other news:
I braved the cold on Saturday to attend a Chicken Wing Cook Off and my friend's party where Jeffrey Lewis played. Both things were worth falling over three times in the snow. 
I hear Cheryl Tweedy/Cole is having a hard time of it. If you want to pop over, I've got this apartment to myself for another week. Girls' weekend away?

Mood: Ice queen
Currently listening to: www.myspace.com/jefflewisband]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/22/F-F-F-Freezing</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/22/F-F-F-Freezing</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 17:14:31 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>New York City Giiiiiiiirl</title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes I feel like my previous life never existed, that I've always lived in New York, known the people that I know, done the things that I do but nope, there was a time when all I did was sit in a terraced maisonette in Deepest, Darkest Surburbia in my PJs, watching Come Dine With Me.

Today I wrote a list of all the things I do in New York that I never did in London...

1. Run. No, really. I bought running shoes, a sports bra, everything. I'm not a proper runner yet though, I can't work out what to do with my iPod. And I fall over after a mile.

2. Lady Maintenance. It's not like I was walking round London like a shriveled yeti but I wasn't taking care of myself the way I do here. I wax various parts of myself whether I'm going to be wearing a bathing suit or not, I get semi-regular facials and mani/pedis are literally a way of life. It's strange. I likes it. And cough, the boy doesn't seem to be against the waxing. Owwowowowowoww.

3. I never stay in. Honestly, a night on the sofa with Buffy rereuns is officially a treat these days. Most nights, it's just watching a local band with Alex, a casual drink at one of our local bars with Jenny or a quick bite to eat (followed by a casual drink at one of our local bars) but honestly, I'm out All The Time. Which leads us on to...

4. I never cook. Honest injun, I used to be a great cook. There wasn't very much I couldn't turn my hand to but wow, pasta and Ragu would be a chore now. We don't have a toaster or a microwave in our apartment, grocery shopping here is SO expensive whereas dining out is relatively inexpensive and there are always leftovers that a lovely man will wrap up for you to take home. To eat after you've had a casual drink at a local bar.

5. I make friends. Maybe this has more to do with the me never leaving the house part but I feel like I make a new friend every week in NYC. People are genuinely friendly and interested in talking to you, wherever you go. And even awkward old English me has met the most amazing people that I would never have spoken to at home. Mostly because the London versions of these people would be far too cool to speak to me whereas in Noo Yoik, I get to play the Brit card and am cool by default. Brillbags.

Of course there are things I miss. Mostly Come Dine With Me. And Percy Pigs. And Celebrity Come Dine With Me. Don't you just love Come Dine with Me?

Mood: Loving Noo Yoik
Currently listening to: The Drums, The Drums and nothing but The Drums http://www.myspace.com/thedrumsforever ]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/21/New+York+City+Giiiiiiiirl</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/21/New+York+City+Giiiiiiiirl</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 00:37:30 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>A dream is a wish your heart makes...</title><description><![CDATA[Well, I can't say this year has been boring... 
Especially the last seven days (I thought I loved Christmas. I was wrong. Jenny Lopez loves Christmas more than anyone that ever lived. If I hear her warbling 'All I Want For Christmas' in the shower once more, I'm turning on the hot water taps in the kitchen. Again.) the festive period was completely crazy here in NYC. We did leave the apartment once but only to move our sitting down extravangaza to the cinema - it's open here on Christmas Day, can you believe it? I was appalled at first but then I realised it meant I could spend two hours with Jude Law and Robert Downey Jr that I would have had to wait an extra day for in the UK so I was OK with it.
Alex, not so much. He doesn't like the competition (as if he has any).

Every day since last Friday has been spent in more or less the same way. Wake up, kick foot outside covers, realise it is still EFFING FREEZING and then go back to sleep until nature calls/stomach rumbles at which point I take the quilt (and preferably the boy) with me onto the sofa to watch endless movies and holiday-themed episodes of Every Sitcom Ever Created. It's been pretty amazing. Although I should apologise in case this is badly typed - I've eaten so muuch my fingers don't really fit the keyboard anymore, they just sort of mash it to death.

So instead of reading my rubbish, behold some the pics I took our festivus extravaganza for you to enjoy...
The first pic is Union Square in the snow - isn't it pretty?
Next up is the ridiculous snow outside Alex's apartment. I had to get through this in CONVERSE. Next purchase - Uggs.
I LOVE THESE BEARS. They're in some random public space in Midtown by a Starbucks concession and I'm obsessed.
Ahhh. This bag makes me complete. Seriously. I am whole.
Behold my turkey! Truly, I am a domestic goddess.
Yeah whatever, Jenny may have made pies. The turkey is the star!
And can you guess which one of the drinks is mine? And just to give you a clue, Alex was drinking beer and Jenny had TWO glasses of wine on the go...

Mood: Full
Currently listening to: Frankie and the Outs 
http://www.myspace.com/saintoftherose
LOVE.

]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/20/A+dream+is+a+wish+your+heart+makes...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/20/A+dream+is+a+wish+your+heart+makes...</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 18:47:01 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Oh the weather outside is frightful...</title><description><![CDATA[It's not actually, it's lovely. New York still has its big, thick blanket of snow and it's bloody freezing but it's also beautifully sunny and there are clear blue skies for miles and miles and miles. I always wanted to be one of those girls that wore sunnies with scarves and mittens without looking a tit and now I have an excuse. Well, I might still look a tit but hey, everyone else is doing it. And what's good for the goose... yum, goose.

As you might have guessed, I'm feeling much better. Last night I consumed half a buffalo chicken pizza on Alex's couch while watching Home Alone and magically, I was restored. Next we're off to the Blackbird Parlour on Bedford Avenue for hot chocolate and coconut cake (what? I've got to get my strength back!) and then I'm heading back into the city to meet Miss Jenny for Christmas goodness. 

God bless the girl - she's managed to weasel out of work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day so Christmas eve is going to be a full on spa extravaganza at Rapture followed by Christmas shopping (apparently everyone does it on Christmas Eve here. I do not believe this and have secretly been squirreling away presents for Some Time) then cocktails with the girls. Hopefully this will all be followed by a lightly squiffy phone call to my lovely boyfriend who will find it in his heart to come over to my place because it's too bloody cold at night for me to trek over to Brooklyn when I've had a few.

Then we're staying in Manhattan for the day itself - Jenny has no desire to head up state and I'm still pretending nowhere else exists in the entire world other than New York, so home sweet home it is. We've bought an absolutely ridiculous amount of food (as though anywhere will be shut - nothing shuts here! You can go to the cinema on Christmas day!) and we've bought special matching flannel pjs from Victoria's Secret for our sit-in. I know, sexy.

At first I thought I'd be sad being away from home at Christmas but for the first time ever, I've realised that home really is where the heart is. And my heart is wherever Jenny, Alex and my massive box Lucky Charms happens to be...

Mood: FESTIVE
Currently listening to: The Muppets and John Denver Christmas album until Alex comes over and then we'll pretend we were listening to the Phil Spector album the whole time. Still brilliant but sans Piggy, therefore Not As Good.]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/19/Oh+the+weather+outside+is+frightful...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/19/Oh+the+weather+outside+is+frightful...</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 19:30:42 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Being Sick Sucks</title><description><![CDATA[No, really. It SUCKS. There isn't an appropriate English term for being ill during everyone's holiday parties. I've had this ridiculous stomach bug for three straight days and I can't keep any food down. Not even Lucky Charms. I repeat, not Even Lucky Charms. It's quite scary.

Luckily, my Christmas spirit hasn't been completely hampered since I've managed to fit in The Nightmare Before Christmas, Empire Records, How the Grinch Stole Christmas and um, The Jonas Brothers 3D Concert from my sickbed. So that's been nice... We're also expecting snow tomorrow which actually has me bouncing up and down with joy (or it would if bouncing didn't result in vomming). I've been SO jealous of all the news of UK snow over the last couple of days but New York being the most practical city in the world, has waited until the weekend to give us our first flurries. I promise you pictures.

And um, apologies to the upstairs neighbours that came to borrow the vacuum cleaner while I was in my red sparkly pj bottoms, green knitted Uggs, grey sweatshirt, specs and three days dirty hair while watching The Jonas Brothers. I'm not on loads and loads of drugs, I'm sick. And before you judge the infirm, maybe you should go and buy your own vacuum cleaner.
Oh dear, looks like that burst of festive fever was only fleeting. Promise to blog again when I'm in a better mood...

Mood: SICK, grumpy and wondering how the middle Jonas Brother keeps his hair so straight during sweaty concerts.
Currently listening to: the inside of the toilet bowl]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/18/Being+Sick+Sucks</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/18/Being+Sick+Sucks</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 00:23:38 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year...</title><description><![CDATA[Oh My God I love Christmas.
And why did no one every tell me before that nowhere does Christmas like America does Christmas? Honestly, I feel like everyone in England is Scrooge and everyone in America is Santa. Not that those two ever really hung out. As far as I know? Hmm?

I digress. America and especially New York, is AMAZING. For a city that is pretty sparkly at the best of times, there are Christmas lights EVERYWHERE (including all over my apartment, thanks Bed, Bath and Beyond), everything is red, green and tinselly and Christmas films are clogging up the TV schedules like nobody's business. Yesterday I got up, watched half an hour of Lord of the Rings, went out, had brunchw with Jenny, hit up the Bust Craftacular (and bought very cute lingerie from a foul mouthed British woman - love it) and then came home to watch the end of The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (turns out you don't need the middle one) and then TWO HARRY POTTERS. I mean, really, why would you leave the house? 

Elf, Christmas with the Kranks, Jingle all the Way and Scrooged were also on yesterday. And that's just the ones I spotted. I could cry little snowflakey tears of joy.

And that's not all. Everyone is in the holiday spirit, there are dozens of Christmas parties, dance parties, club nights and drinks things going on and lots of them include egg nog. I went to my very first Americano tree trimming party at my friend Erin's place on Saturday night. It was so lovely, everyone got wasted on Candy Cane cocktails, then we dressed her ten foot tree (badly) and put reindeer antlers on her cats. They were totally into it, honestly. And well, Jenny snogged two different boys without either of them catching on. Really, she should be shot. Both cute though and there was mistletoe involved.

I just have to work out what I want from Santa this year.
Besides the Marc by Marc Jacobs Sasha Petal to the Metal hobo (in Marsh Brown please sir santa sir). Because if I don't get that, I might cry. And I've been SUCH a good girl this year...

Mood: CHRISTMAS
Currently listening to: CHRISTMAS

UPDATE:
Sorry santa, you weren't quick enough and the nice lady in Marc Jacobs said it was the last one and my credit card was burning a veritable HOLE in my pocket and I REALLY had no choice so, um, could you get me something else? Picture of said amazing bag to follow.]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/17/It%27s+the+Most+Wonderful+Time+of+the+Year...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/17/It%27s+the+Most+Wonderful+Time+of+the+Year...</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 17:09:37 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Happy Turkey Day!</title><description><![CDATA[So, even though my American cousins declined to celebrate Bonfire Night with me, I am more than prepared to celebrate Thanksgiving with them. What I was not prepared for was the influx of my roommate Jenny's friends who will all be descending on me at 2.00pm tomorrow for a turkey-based feast of gargantuan proportions.
Mew.

I have to brine a turkey. I never once saw my mother brine a turkey for Christmas but apparently this is paramount to the awesomeness of the finished product. Basically this means dumping a thirteen pound bird in a giant bucket of salted water for twelve hours before I roast it. I am somewhat suspicious. And somewhat terrified of cocking up the entire roast beast feast. But as long as I get everyone drunk, it'll be OK, right? 
Most importantly, I wanted to do candied yams but apparently they're rank and no one wants them. Sob. They spoil all my fun. Jenny is making a shoofly pie. I do not know what this is. I am excited to find out in every way.

In other Americano news, the producers of Gossip Girl have promised to make it better, yay, Heroes remains terrible, Peter Petrelli remains hot, two of my favourite bands - The Depreciation Guild and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart - are touring the UK at the moment - go see them!, I want the Marc Jacobs Sasha Petal to the Metal hobo bag and, um, my bedroom needs tidying.

I will update you post turkey. Possibly, if it turns out ok, with photos. If there is no photo and I never speak of it again, understand that things went horribly wrong, we ended up eating Chinese take out and getting leathered.
Fun times.]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/16/Happy+Turkey+Day%21</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/16/Happy+Turkey+Day%21</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 02:03:52 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>You know they don't have bonfire night here...</title><description><![CDATA[Can you believe it? 
Well, yes, you probably can because when you think about it, Bonfire Night is incredibly British. We celebrate a man trying to blow up the Houses of Parliament by setting fire to his effigy and blowing up lots of tiny explosives while eating toffee and sausages. It's fairly English as traditions go, isn't it?

That, however, did not stop me from being heartbroken on November 5th when I discovered that a) not only does New York not have bonfire night but b) I couldn't find anyone with a backyard big enough to have one for me and c) SPARKLERS ARE ILLEGAL.
It's utter madness. I can go to WalMart and buy a gun but sparklers, ooh, no, I don't think so.

Grump. Anyway. Sigh.
It's possibly I've had a touch of homesickness recently. I think this has been mostly brought on by endless tales of Cheryl Cole's X Factor ensembles online. Although I hear the new series isn't amazing. Thoughts? Soon American Idol will be with us and all will be well.

Bonfire Night aside, New York continues to keep up its end of the bargain by being amazing. New haunts I've become obsesso-girl about: 

*Five Leaves in Greenpoint, Brooklyn*
Delicious brunch/dinner/cocktails and everything. It's right off McCarren park and usually filled with beautiful unwashed hipsters. They don't smell, don't worry, they're very particular about that.

*The Bell House in Prospect Park, Brooklyn*
Really fun music venue and all round good times bar. They have a Monday Night Vinyl club where peeps can take their records and spin for half an hour or so. I'm trying to work up the courage to be brave enough. The Americanos will want to hear Shampoo, right?

OK, must dash. Jenny and I are off to meet OSCAR THE GROUCH at Barnes &amp; Noble uptown. No, really, there's a whole talk about Seaseme Street. It's going to be amazing.
And possibly, I'm losing my mind.

Mood: Snug as a bug in a wintery rug
Currently listening to: Besides The Muppets Christmas Album? Sigh.Fine. Knight School then.
http://www.myspace.com/knightschoolmusic 


]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/15/You+know+they+don%27t+have+bonfire+night+here...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/15/You+know+they+don%27t+have+bonfire+night+here...</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 22:54:10 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Happy Halloween!</title><description><![CDATA[I'm fairly certain you will have heard the saying that New York City never sleeps, right? I certainly had but I certainly had not realised how incredibly true it was. This city is madness.

Last week was the CMJ music conference which basically meant a bazillion bands descended on Noo Yoik for a week with shows every night (and most afternoons) at every venue everywhere. It was amazing, honestly, you've never in your life seen so many pale, skinny boys wandering down the street under cover of darkness with guitars strapped to their backs stopping only to ask 'uh, is this like, Ludlow Street?'. 
It was amazing.

Less amazing was the flu I've had for the last week. No-one gets a cold here, it's flu or nothing. I did manage to make it to see one of my favourite bands (besides Stills!) and if you liked Pains of Being Pure at Heart, I'm sure you'll love them - The Depreciation Guild are just awesome. Dreamy music that rocks my socks and leaving NYC for the UK very soon so try and catch thme if you can!

Anyway, back to the topic of the post... it is Halloween. Yes. It is. What do you mean Halloween is on the 31st of October and that's it? Here in NYC, it's EVERY FREAKING DAY OF OCOTOBER. And I LOVE IT. Seriously, with my love of Hallmark Holidays, I should have been born Americano. I fought through my fever to attend my first Halloween party last Saturday (it was in Queens! I went to Queens!) as a questionably dressed (i.e. gold metallic leopard print leggings borrowed from my roommate, Jenny) LOLcat - see www.icanhascheezburger.com for inspiration if you're not familliar. 

There is this amazing store called Ricky's that stocks basically everything you could ever, ever need for fancy dress so, leggings + black shirt + ears and a tail and I was good to go. I also made some LOLcat signs to hang around my neck. Possibly that was too much but the fever had taken hold by then.

For Halloween proper, Jenny and I are taking it up a notch. She is dressing at Red Riding Hood (if Red were a sexy latino with her boobs spilling out of a corset) and I'm going as a Fraggle. No, really. Apparently I did not get the memo about sexy Halloween costumes. I'm aiming for 'adorable' but am a bit worried I'll end up at 'idiot'.
We shall see...

Current mood: Loving New York
Listening to: www.myspace.com/thedepreciationguild ]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/14/Happy+Halloween%21</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/14/Happy+Halloween%21</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:39:59 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>I'm a bad person</title><description><![CDATA[Oh Lord, I'm so sorry, I've been horribly neglecting you. It's really crazy, my life in London was so incredibly quiet and peaceful and well, boring, while New York is sheer madness. I have missed the last TWO epsiodes of Gossip Girl due to happy hour margaritas. It's really not OK, is it?

Anyway, it really is the most amazing city. I'm loving so many things right now, including the crazy sales. Who doesn't love 40% of Marc Jacobs handbags? Time for an upgrade, me thinks. Please Mr Credit Card, don't fail me now!

I also found a JC Penney the other day when I was trying to buy a kettle (no one has one. No one. It's disgusting.) and it's a little bit like Primark but with nicer homewares. The weird thing was, I bought a shirt for ten dollars and my roommate made me swear not to tell anyone where I got it. I was like, really? We are SO proud of our Primarni purchases in the UK and if someone compliments me on my shirt, shouldn't I be loud and proud about where I got it?
The filthy, filthy look on her face said no...

Part of the madness of the last few weeks was happily my birthday. We all went to see my favourite, favourite band The Pains of Being Pure at Heart and then off to sing karaoke. Really, it's good for the soul. The gin cocktails I made before went out, not so much.

What's your favourite karaoke song? I need to widen my repetoire... and any new bands you think I should know about?

Mood: Narcoleptic in the city that never sleeps
Currently listening to: The Pains again... seriously, check them out, they're amazing.
http://www.myspace.com/thepainsofbeingpureatheart ]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/13/I%27m+a+bad+person</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/13/I%27m+a+bad+person</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 17:50:10 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Falling in Fall</title><description><![CDATA[Apparently it is officially fall here in NYC.
This is because it is after Labor Day not because someone has told the weather. Seriously it is SO hot again. Today is breezy at least but I still haven't had a chance to wear my amazing TopShop duffle coat. 
Sob.
Poor Angela.

Last week, all the new fall (AUTUMN, I KNOW!) TV shows started over here. It's so different to the UK - basically, all the new shows start within a couple of weeks of each other and they battle it out, head to head and everywhere you look there are ads for the new shows and returning old shows. It's so cut-throat. The ones with the lowest ratings get axed, just like that. My main issue is that Gossip Girl is on at the same time as Heroes. How am I meant to choose between Chuck Bass and Peter Petrelli? I cannot. House is on at the same time too but I just can't get my head around Hugh Laurie with an American accent, I'm sorry.
I've already bailed on the new Melrose Place and season two of 90210, there just isn't enough of me to go around. Thank the lord I know a cute boy with TiVo.
And praise be that America's Next Top Model doesn't clash with anything.

Ooh, that reminds me, I want to say thanks so much for all the comments you leave and the emails you send. You're all hilarious and should definitely write a book or a blog - at least tweet, people!

Anyway, I'm getting all kinds of super excited about my birthday, it's coming up in a week! Lots planned, Micachu on the Friday night, facial at Bliss on the Saturday (the actual Big Day) and then off to see The Pains of Being Pure at Heart (swoon) in the evening. And I'm allowed to buy myself some birthday presents, right?

I'm craving boots, any ideas? Please send me any and all autumnal fashion must-have suggestions. I miss Grazia!]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/12/Falling+in+Fall</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/12/Falling+in+Fall</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 20:49:49 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Happy Labor Day!</title><description><![CDATA[OK, so Labor Day was actually on Monday but it was a big deal and everyone got the day off and we were all really quite drunk (hic).

I think I might have had my most perfect weekend so far... 

On Saturday, Jenny and I went to the baseball to see the Mets play the Chicago Cubs - the Cubs have a player called Fukudome. No, really. It's not a pun. That is his NAME. But honestly, it really wasn't about the game (which I'm sorry America, IS ROUNDERS) it was about sitting in the sunshine, drinking beers and eating lots and lots of chicken wings. That made me very happy.

After the game (which I think we lost?) we headed back into the city to watch a certain boy from Brooklyn play in his band. I am not a good photographer as the pictures below will attest but see! Shiny hair, right?

Sunday was all about hangovers, sleeping in and trawling through the junk shops and vintage clothing stores in Williamsburg, followed by The September Issue at a cinema next door to the Hotel Chelsea. If you haven't seen it yet, you MUST. It makes me very, very scared given that  I want to write for proper magazines soon. Mew. Much scarier than Devil Wears Prada.

On Monday, a big group of us had a picnic in McCarren Park, Williamsburg, where I saw a woman walking her rabbit on a lead (seriously - photographic evidence attached) and then we went to see The Lovely Eggs at Cake Shop and they made me a little bit homesick.  Ooh, and I bought a duffel coat from Topshop in Soho. It's really not cold enough to wear it yet but it reminded me of Paddington Bear which reminded me of London which reminded me I miss London which made me sad. And sometimes, sad can only be rectified by shopping. I'll post a pic of me modelling soon, promise.

So, that was my perfect weekend. If you could do anything, anywhere and money was NO object, what would your perfect weekend be?

Mood: excited to be back in black opaque tights
Currently listening to: www.myspace.com/thelovelyeggs]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/11/Happy+Labor+Day%21</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/11/Happy+Labor+Day%21</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 19:07:54 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Picture Perfect!</title><description><![CDATA[OK, so I'm going to try and add some pictures of NYC... bear with me, I'm techno illiterate.
At best.
This is why women live with boys, I realise this now.

Also, it is cold here today. It's been a billion degrees for a month and now, I walk outside in a pretty little sundress and WTF, it is bloody freezing. Mew.
Anyway, sorry...

El Roacho Grande. Will not be eating here again in a rush.

When in Rome and everything...

Oh Bloomingdales, how I love thee.

Is it a peach? Is it a nectarine? No! It's a peacherine!

Victoria's Secret successfully makes anti-bacterial hand gel sexy.

The last picture is the view of Manhattan for the riverside park in Williamsburg by Brooklyn Boy's place. Isn't it amazing?]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/10/Picture+Perfect%21</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/10/Picture+Perfect%21</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 22:59:01 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Karaoke is the best medicine</title><description><![CDATA[Really, it's not just a blog title, it's the truth. If you don't find drunk-off-your-arse karaoke the most cathartic thing in the world, I don't know what's wrong with you. Made of stone, you must be.

Anyway, I found out that I am a bigger karaoke fan than I knew at Sing Sing with Jenny the other day. Karaoke here is amazing. Not up to anything at 2.00pm on a Friday? Pop along to Sing Sing and get a room. No, not like that you dirty minded people, but they give you a wee little room with the world's best song book (they had the theme tune to Saved by the Bell!), they bring drinks to your room whenever you press a little bell and you before you know it, you're wrecked, belting out Livin' on a Prayer and inviting passing randoms to come and enjoy your booth.

Of course, this also means you're hungover by seven-thirty but if you're ever so clever, you can have a little nap and be out again by ten. That's Jenny by the way, not me. By eight, I'm a complete mess, huddled on the sofa watching True Blood on demand and eating low-fat Phish Food. I had to switch to low fat, I was beginning to see those little chocolate fish dancing in front of my eyes when I went to sleep.

I got all sorts of nostalgic after my last post, bloody Come Dine with Me... And do you know, Gordon Ramsey is NEVER off BBC America. I can't bear it. So interesting to hear about the things you'd miss too. And yes, I can confirm I'd love to go to Hong Kong but it's not on my schedule right now. You never know, though, right?

It's weird, I don't get ever so homesick very often but I do miss certain stuff that I don't have here. I have found that going out and buying new stuff really helps with that but it's not especially good for my finances. 

Heaps going on in the next few weeks, I have a yoga workshop on Sunday, belly dancing course starts on Tuesday (no, really) loads of great shows coming up. Depreciation Guild, Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Fanfarlo, ooh, I can't wait. I will of course, ALWAYS make time for the blog though. I actually really love writing this. Wasn't sure I would at first but hearing your thoughts and feedback is brilliant, I'm forever sat here (in the air conditioning, it's still bloody roasting) thinking of questions to ask you. Because you are all oh so much wiser than me...

So today I'm going with:
What is your absolute, fail safe pulling outfit? I don't have mine here or, well, I've never had one, so I am looking for inspiration. What do you reckon? Jeans? Dress? Nothing and a trenchcoat? Help!

Ooh, and I have some photos to post soon!

Mood: tuneful
Currently listening to: Micachu and the Shapes www.myspace.com/micayomusic ]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/9/Karaoke+is+the+best+medicine</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/9/Karaoke+is+the+best+medicine</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 21:05:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Ninety-Five Degrees in the Shade...</title><description><![CDATA[Can you tell I'm missing Girls Aloud? Seriously, no one here knows who they are. It's disgusting. There is some awareness of Cheryl though so not all is lost. She is beautiful. Sigh. Sorry, I was in a Cheryl coma for a moment there.

Ugh, I really should have SHUT MY MOUTH about the weather. It's so hot here, beautiful, but SO hot. And the best part is, my flatmate Jenny tells me it's supposed to 'rain like holy hell' this evening. You can't even rely on it staying sunny - I have to carry an umbrella, SPF 55 cream and three pairs of shoes everywhere I go. And I'm supposed to be going to see a band called Care Bears on Fire at Cake Shop so I'm hoping it holds off until I'm home. The Cake Shop is amazing. Bands? Check, Cake? Check. Records? Check. Hot boys? Check. There is no bad there.

Not to say there is no bad in New York at all, I just got a chicken caesar salad only to discover there was no dressing. Which actually just makes it a chicken salad, people. And, yes, it is hot but does that mean you need to turn your air conditioning up to 'arctic'? Ooh, and I bought Tetley tea bags and Dairy Milk but I am afraid to try either in case they are terrible.

Other fun things to tell you... OH! I went to a party on Saturday night and they had a KEG! Seriously! Like in FILMS! And boys did keg stands while everyone else counted and everything. It was all very exciting. Although we were on this roof terrace and I could see the Brooklyn Bridge all lit up and it was beautiful and all I could think about was a) why isn't Alex here and b) what if the monster from Cloverfield is real?
I am a complex girl, I know.
But before I could worry about it too much, I had to pull Jenny down from a keg stand and hold her hair back while she threw up over the balcony. After which we more or less had to leave.

Oh dear. Well, it makes a change from the Sunday night Come Dine with Me marathon. Although I do miss that. And Malteasers. And pickled onion Monster Munch. And Masterchef. 
Most of the things I miss are food related.
I'm curious, what do you reckon you'd you miss if you moved to New York?

Mood: HUNGRY
Currently listening to: www.myspace.com/carebearsonfire]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/8/Ninety-Five+Degrees+in+the+Shade...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/8/Ninety-Five+Degrees+in+the+Shade...</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 19:34:12 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Long Hot Summer</title><description><![CDATA[I am officially a slave to air conditioning. Honestly, I swear never to say anything bad about the British Summer Time ever again. One minute it is sweltering hot here, the next you're caught biggest, baddest scariest thunder storm you ever saw. What shoes am I supposed to wear in weather like this? And we won't even get onto what it's doing to my hair.

God, how English am I? As if you're even slightly interested in talking about the weather. We have lots more important things to talk about, right? Like... ooh, low-fat Ben &amp; Jerry's Phish Food! I nearly cried when I saw it in my corner store but apparently, a helpful friend from London tells me you can get it there now too. Annoying. 

Um, has Anthroplogie opened on Regents Street yet? No? Good. We have about four of them and they are amazing. Such pretty, pretty things. Have a look at www.anthropologie.com and start your shopping list. I love the tea cups and candles but my flatmate Jenny says if I buy one more tea cup she's going to do something really unpleasant to it (something I once did to a washbag incidentally) so I'm probably done. 

Oh, and bejesus, Jenny also just introduced me to San Loco tacos. Why don't we have tacos in the UK? And I'm not talking about Old El Paso (do you know you don't put salsa and sour cream and stuff in them here? Less messy.) I'm talking about catfish tacos with a fried taco shell wrapped in a soft flour tortilla that has been lined with guacamole. OMG. I nearly cried. And it wasn't because I drank three vodka and fresh limeades in the same establishment...

And to the person that wanted to know if I was actually in New York, yes I am. I wanted to do the whole take a photo of the newspaper thing but the picture uploads aren't working at the moment and I realised that might be a bit scary and over the top anyway. So you're going to have to trust me. Or ask me a question I could only answer if I was here - a safe, clean question. I was at a free gig in Prospect Park on Saturday night, it was the Crystal Stilts and Dean&amp;Britta and my friend bought a Bud Light with Lime but didn't drink it because it 'tasted like ass'. You could, I suppose, talk to everyone at  that show and verify that way? 

You may have noticed I'm avoiding boy-related topics. This is mainly because I saw this brilliant old chair at a junk shop in Williamsburg (called Junk. Go there, it is brilliant) for ten dollars, bought it, dragged it home all by myself thinking 'ooh, I don't need a man, I'm practically Beyonce, all the single ladies, all the single ladies' and then, after I'd hauled it up my stairs, put it under my desk and sat down down to write, I realised that it was about an inch too short. So I laid on my bed and cried, like a girl. At least if I'd had a boy to drag the chair back, I wouldn't have been as knackered. And I would have had someone else to blame. 

Instead, I now hit the desk at boob level and scratch my wrists when I try and write. Also, it is so hot I'm stuck to the vinyl and daren't stand up for fear of losing half the skin on my thighs.
What I go through for you.

Mood: hot and bothered (and not in a good way)
Currently listening to: www.myspace.com/thespecificheats ]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/7/Long+Hot+Summer</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/7/Long+Hot+Summer</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Aug 2009 23:44:09 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>A Bird in the Hand...</title><description><![CDATA[Hmm. 
Turns out the whole two boyfriends thing wasn't that good an idea. Because now I sort of don't have any. I think you were all right, you probably can date two boys at once a) if they know about it and b) if one of them isn't quite possibly the most exciting, wonderful, gorgeous, amazing man you ever met in your entire life.

But we're not going to dwell on that. 
We're going to dwell on lovely things like Magnolia Bakery cupcakes, cocktails at Little Branch and handbags (dresses, jewellery and quite frankly, everything else) from Marc Jacobs. Just the general wonder that is New York City. I can't believe I'm living here. It's still raining and ridiculously humid but apparently it's still raining in London (has it stopped at all since June?) so I suppose I may as well be here, right?

And he might call me.
Maybe.
Just a little bit.
Or maybe I should call him?
Oh, I HATE this bit!

Feel free to try and distract me with any and all tales of your own break-ups/will-I-won't-I-call-him stories?
Please.
Now.

Mood: Confused. For a change.
Listening to: www.myspace.com/aurevoirsimone ]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/6/A+Bird+in+the+Hand...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/6/A+Bird+in+the+Hand...</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2009 22:59:45 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Oh MY...</title><description><![CDATA[Well, it's been a pretty bloody hectic week.
You'll be pleased to know that I heeded your advice (well, most of you) and went on with the double dating. And the double, cough, ahem, you know. Yes you do, don't make me say it. I'm not going to. You'll be waiting a long time... Oh, fine. I did it.

Anyway, without going into a lot of detail (but be pleased for me - there would be A LOT of detail to go into) it was ever so slightly awesome. And I'd completely forgotten about the part the next day, when you're just going about your daily business/laying on the settee watching American's Next Top Model repeats and eating Ben &amp; Jerry's, and you get an entirely uninvited flashback to something desperately inappropriate that should never be shared with Tyra Bank and then your tummy does that fuzzy, flippy thing. And quite frankly, you come over all unnecessary.
Or is that just me? LOVE it.

So yes, the S-E-X was great/very much needed but the more I think about it, the more I think Soraya (thanks for the comments on the last entry!) might be right. I'm still not sure about this two guys on the go at once thing. Especially when I really do find myself focusing on one of them all the time. That's got to be a sign, right? Even if the other one is super hot, super rich, super 'talented' and super charming?

Not that the other one isn't gorgeous, sweet and ridiculously sexy. Oh God, now I'm confusing myself. Maybe BarSlutofNYC could take me for some cocktails and give me a pep talk? Loving your work miss.

Well, as ever, I'll let you know how I get on. I keep meaning to blog more but NYC is so amazing, I feel like I only ever get two minutes a day with the laptop and (boo) there's work to do. Which is very distracting. If you are in the city, I fell desperately in love with a restaurant called Alta the other night - do it, it's amazing. The enormous shrimp really are enormous.

Mood: Hungry for enormous shrimp
Listening to: http://www.myspace.com/viviangirlsnyc 
]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/5/Oh+MY...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/5/Oh+MY...</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 20:27:05 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>(No) Sex in the City</title><description><![CDATA[Okay, so I'm giving this dating malarky a go and do you know what, it is fun. Actual, real life fun. But tragically, not easy.

I don't know, maybe it's harder if you're seeing one person - what do you think? Is multiple dating okay? Everyone here seems to think it is but to me it just feels a bit weird. Maybe I'm being too English about things.

The other issue I have is with the S-E-X.
As someone that hasn't, ahem, known many men in the biblical sense (cough, one), I'm not sure what the deal is. Like, when is it appropriate to 'do it' when you're dating? Are you allowed to get it on with more than one person if you're dating more than one person? And isn't that super slutty? And mew, I know they should be grateful to get any at all but what if I'm not very good? Will they tell me? I don't react well to constructive feedback at the best of times... 

Oh bugger, that's not very positive thinking of me, is it? Clearly I am an uber sex kitten who will be rolling around in satin sheets with artfully smudged eyeliner and no pillow creases in my face in no time.
Meep.

Anyway, aside from my ongoing boy nonsense, I am still in LOVE with New York City. It's still raining (bad) but every day I discover something new and amazing. I am slightly worried that if I keep going to Magnola Bakery for chocolate brownies I am going to be morbidly obese by Christmas. I really should take up some sort of exercise. 
Besides my bedroom Olympics obviously... *tosses hair dramatically and bats Bambi-like lashes before tripping over marabou-trimmed kitten heels and ending up in A&amp;E - or rather the ER.

Mood: Confused (and with the uber horn)
Listening to: Camera Obscura 
http://www.myspace.com/cameraobscuraband  
]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/4/%28No%29+Sex+in+the+City</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/4/%28No%29+Sex+in+the+City</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 15:25:19 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Hello New York, Hello New Boys...</title><description><![CDATA[Hey, 

Angela here - safe and sound in New York City. Actually not safe and sound. Actually sweaty and sobbing. Good God it's warm here. According to the trusty BBC website it's warm back in the UK too but honestly, I've never known anything like this. And apparently it's only going to get worse.
Yay.

My main concern, as you can imagine, is what this horrible humidity is doing to my hair. Not. Good. Things. And that is no help at all when, for the first time in my entire 26 years, I'm dating.

Yes, hold the front page, wake up the Queen, alert the Pope - an actual miracle has occurred. I am dating. And as far as I can tell, it's not a pity date set up by one of my lovely new New York friends. Which is a bit worrying actually because I'm not convinced this is a very good idea. Actually I have two dates. With two really hot men. I was going to type boys but do you know what, I think they are technically men. They appear to need to shave and everything. Go me.

The only problem is, I'm totally freaking out. I mean, what do you even do on a date? What are we supposed to talk about? Will he be all flirty and use loads of terrible lines? Will I just clam up like a big fat clam? Will he think I'm fat? Should I eat clams? IT'S ALL TOO MUCH!

Right, calm down, Angela. There's only one thing for it and that thing is booze. I'm sure this will all make a lot more sense after a quick cocktail. It is cocktail hour after all*. I'll let you know how I get on when I'm back.

*note to self - find out what time cocktail hour actually is. Not convinced that it is 2.30 in the afternoon...]]></description><link>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/3/Hello+New+York%2C+Hello+New+Boys...</link><guid>http://www.ihearthollywood.co.uk/blog/3/Hello+New+York%2C+Hello+New+Boys...</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 14:36:14 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Welcome to my Blog!</title><description><![CDATA[Hi! My name is Angela Clark, welcome to my blog. Basically, I wasn't altogether sure what a blog was when someone asked me to start writing one but apparently, they thought people would be interested to hear all about my ups and downs and general day-to-day disasters. I wasn't so sure but well, I may as well give it a go, right?

So to introduce myself, I'm 26 and used to live in London but I've just moved to New York. I suppose that's quite an interesting story... basically I busted my boyfriend cheating on me in the back of our car at my best friend's wedding, sort ruined the reception, kind of broke the groom's hand with my Louboutin and then more or less ran away to New York. So yeah, I suppose some people might be interested in what I'm up to given that I'm a) prone to bouts of handbreaking and b) living in a completely strange city without a clue what I'm doing.
 
The good news is I made a brilliant new friend already (I feel like it's the first day of school and I'm four) called Jenny. She's amazing and pretty much running my life for me right now - which is probably for the best - and blush, I'm dating. For the first time ever. I don't want to say too much about it because, well, you never know who's reading or how badly I can mess it up before the next post.

New York is incredible. Hot and humid but incredible. There&rsquo;s always somewhere to go, something to do. At the moment, I&rsquo;m loving Little Branch in the Village for fantastic cocktails and Bloomingdales for shopping and air conditioning...

Well, that's it for today but check in again soon!
Angela x

Mood: Excited
Listening to: The Pains of Being Pure at Heart www.myspace.com/ThePainsofBeingPureatHeart
Reading: The Devil Wears Prada 

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