Rule No.33: Don't trust a hot dog man if he doesn't have onions

Well Reading Festival was pretty damn good. I now want to marry Eminem, the main guy from White Lies, the main guy from Foals, the main guy from Hadouken, and the guitarist from Fall Out Boy.

Afterall, I did win 'The Most Likely To Be A Serial Bigamist Award' in Sixth Form, so I think I should be allowed to marry them all.

I had a guest ticket for Reading courtesy of Sophie's amazing boyfriend. So we were very lucky. We had access to clean toilets, a bar with no queue, a nice seating area and access to backstage. The only problem was, my knowledge of what bands look like is TERRIBLE. I couldn't even tell you what most of my favourite bands look like (apart from Mcfly). Therefore, I was probably sharing a bench with someone from White Lies for example, and I wouldn't have known. The only people I actually recognised were Edith Bowman, Greg James and the guy from Hadouken (only because I had just watched him).

Greg James gave me a 'I know you, but can't think how' look when I was next to him at the bar. I decided not to say anything to save any embarrassment. Long story short, I met him at an awards last year...I was very drunk (I had taken advantage of the free cocktails) and kept telling him to grab my bum in a photo. He obviously declined, but I kept pestering him and he definitely thought I was pretty creepy. Therefore, last night I decided to act 'cool' and went to dance instead. Even though my dance moves were far from cool. Especially when Eminem came on, the wannabe rude girl dance moves came out.

On the Saturday we didn't eat after 3pm as we were too busy drinking wine and watching bands. Therefore, at 1am we decided to get a hot dog. First of the all the guy didn't have onions. What kind of hot dog man doesn't have onions??? Then, he put sweetcorn mayo on the hot dog (wtf?). It was odd, and the sausage was too small. Basically, I'm not sure I enjoyed it.

I was also not impressed to discover that the sweetcorn mayo contained bacon. I then moaned 'why didn't he warn us it had bacon in it? What if we were vegetarian?'. It then occurred to me that he had smothered it on a sausage.

To get back to Sophie's friends house that night we called the same taxi man that had dropped us off earlier on. He was an absolute legend, he just told us to call his mobile whenever we needed picking up on both nights, and he came within 15 minutes. The taxi queue was at least an hour long so he really did do us a favour. Therefore, you should always make friends with your taxi driver.

When we were watching Hadouken on Sunday we decided to be brave and go right near the front of the stage. OMG. What a mistake. During their first song they demanded "everyone...washing machines!". I was confused, Sophie was confused, but a load of 16 year olds knew exactly what he was on about. All of a sudden the crowd formed lots of massive circles and people were running around in them like wild boar, bashing into each other and making weird noises. Sophie and I held hands and prayed we weren't going to die. Luckily for us some teenage boys decided to look after us and therefore stopped us from getting crushed. A girl also put her arm round me to protect me. We obviously looked like very scared 'old and uncool people'.

Today I am exhausted. This burger helped though. We went to the Oakford Social Club for lunch before our journey back to London. I want to eat it AGAIN.

So good.

The Scandanavian diet is currently on hold.

I attempted to go to Notting Hill Carnival today, but I got there and it was absolutely crazy. I always forget how I actually don't really like it. I was supposed to be meeting Jade and Eve there, but due to lack of phone signal I ended up walking round on my own for an hour, so I decided to buy a curry from M&S and went home.

Luckily for me, Jade came over to mine to stay tonight, so I still got to see her anyway.

What a beauty.

Oh, I nearly forgot...I met a guy last night. I was dancing to a DJ in the guest area of Reading and I was making a bit of a tit out of myself (you can't attempt to dance like a cool person when Fatboy Slim comes on), but the guy seemed to find it funny. He's a music photographer and he's hot. Very hot. We already decided last night that we want to get married. However, looking back I'm pretty certain (hoping) that it was just drunken talk. Just like when we discussed that our babies would look South American...

Anyway, I think I have a date on Thursday.

Knowing me, it will all go wrong, but lets keep our fingers crossed.

Night x

Rule No.32: Never let people video you singing

Today I am off to Reading Festival...YAAAAAAY! 

I'm going to ignore the fact that it is currently raining. I'm still wearing a dress.

Last night I went out for my housemates birthday. We went to Graphic bar in Soho, which is full of hot men. Not that I pulled any of them, I was too busy twerking with my new best mate Sean. 

If he wasn't gay then I would definitely say that I pulled. He even invited me to have a sleepover at his, and he insisted that I was Vanessa from The Saturdays. Therefore, I love him.

I did however come across a potential fit guy on Tinder (if you don't know what Tinder is, it's an app that shows you people in your area. If you both 'like' each other then you match and you can start a conversation). I pressed like, but unfortunately he hasn't liked me back. 

On Thursday night I took the Schuh PR team out for karaoke, we went to Lucky Voice in Soho. It was so fun. We had booked a room for two hours, and we ended up extending it to four hours. We couldn't stop singing. We also couldn't stop drinking, I think I consumed about three bottles of prosecco. 

I seemed to think it was essential to wear a pink wig all night. It's funny how alcohol can make you feel like you look AMAZING when actually you like a dickhead.

This also applies to singing...I thought I was Rihanna.

This video makes me want to crawl under my bed and cry.

I also became the bouncers best mate that night. We hit it off when he asked me for I.D and I replied "oh shut up". Luckily, he found this hilarious and we became the best of friends. However, looking back, I'm slightly concerned how funny he found it...does that mean he had asked me for I.D as a joke? If so, have I got to that age now where bouncers can do this because it is so obvious that I am not underage? 

Maybe I need to start using anti ageing cream.

Say that, I'm glad I don't look like this anymore...

I came across this pic the other day. What was my mum thinking? 'Let's attach a table cloth to Gina's jumper so everyone can laugh at her'. Thanks mum. I'm surprised my teachers didn't accidentally put their coffee mugs on my shoulders.

I'll post after Reading Festival. I have guest tickets so I'm hoping to hunt Eminem down and snog him. I've washed my hair and brushed my teeth especially.

x

Rule No.8: Always check you're at the right stage

People are actually liking my blog, which is a relief! Thanks guys :) I was slightly concerned that the only person reading it would be me.

I was at Lovebox yesterday so I couldn't post my blog. I could have tried at 1am, but it would have just been a rambled mess. Too much cider. 

Lovebox has made me realise that I love thinking I'm a rude girl. I have about twenty photos on my phone with me posing wearing a snap back. 

Here is a photo of me pouting and looking really cool... Oh dear. 

So the main act I wanted to see at Lovebox was Rudimental. We went to what we thought was the main stage as they were about to come on. Scrambled to the front, and to our disbelief Wiley came on. We were at the wrong stage...I only got to see one Rudimental song. Disaster. 

Azealia Banks was absolutely incredible. I was dancing like I was such a rude girl. Loved it. I've been listening to her all morning and dancing around my room. I am no longer an indie girl. This is the new me, badass G. 

The highlight of yesterday however was discovering a big fluffy caterpillar on my friends skirt when we were on the tube home. How did it even get there? It was like a caterpillar cactus. 

Peace out x 

A bloody good day

I'm beginning my blog with a positive post as today has been a bloody good day. Not only have I just organised to go to Italy for a week in August, BRING ON THE PASTA AND TIRAMISU. But, I have also been given a free, yes free, weekend ticket for Reading Festival. This not only means I can see Bastille, The Lumineers, City and Colour, Foals, Biffy Clryo, Green Day, Imagine Dragons and 1975, but I get to bounce my arm in the air like 'I'm proper hard' whilst watching Eminem. I'm so excited I might burst. Or, break into a rap.

To top all of this great shizzle off (and I'm hoping you don't hate me already), we had a Greggs press day at work today. This means I consumed a chicken and chorizo pasty, two slices of pepperoni pizza, a cupcake and a mallow biscuit. I also nibbled a gingerbread man, but wasn't a fan. In conclusion I've been a pig, but thoroughly enjoyed myself. I also decorated a giant gingerbread man, and I don't think I did too badly considering I was rushing so that I could get back to my desk and stuff my face with beige food.

Yes, that's me and ginge. Unfortunately, she is no longer with us. R.I.P.