Jake’s been working lates this week which is kind of crap because it literally means we get about half an hour a day in with each other.  I’ve been filling my lonely evenings in with a lot of telly.

There was a programme on about the riots; one of these its sort of a news show but not the official news types. They were interviewing; parents and teachers of all the kids who’ve been caught and put in court. The thing that got me was so many of the teachers were saying things like, “It’s such a shock, they had a lot of promise and we’re popular with their peers”. Why don’t you just quit the crap and say “They were a little shit, who was going to fail their GCSEs and they were popular because that sort of dickery makes you popular in a classroom, for some reason beyond me.”

It’s the same with serial killers and murders. The neighbours always say, “Such a shock, he was always so polite and friendly.” Just once I want someone to say, “Actually I’ve always thought he was a creepy bugger, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

But alas, people tend not to be fantastic with the whole honesty thing in interview scenarios.

One show that’s great with honesty is the Next Top Model Series. I’ve been watching Britain and Irelands Next Top Model and it’s the first time I’ve really followed the series. The judges are pretty shocking with their comments, granted a lot of the time they’re being honest, sometimes the girls do look like shit but I do find myself thinking, wow, harsh. I think people need to realise that just because models are comfortable enough to show their body off, doesn’t mean they don’t get self-esteem issues. I’ve been modelling since I was 15 and I still am ridiculously insecure. Yes, having your hair and your makeup done professionally and wearing nice clothes boosts your confidence. With makeup capability these days there isn’t many people you can’t not make look stunning.

 But if someone turns around and tells you look crap it doesn’t matter if you’re Cheryl Cole, it still makes you feel like shit.

Some of their decisions shock me though. Last night they got rid of one who I would have probably said to be the most beautiful, or at least up top in that category; over a girl who is, in my opinion, ugly. I know beauty is subjective and everyone has different tastes but this girl just looks ... blah. I think it’s because I’ve yet to see any sort of expression on her face that isn’t sour, and her hair looks like it needs a comb running through it.

They keep saying she’s ‘interesting looking’ which I usually think to pin Angelina Jolie or someone with the title – not ‘natural’ beauty characteristics but beautiful all the same.

But like I say, beauty is subjective. A lot of does depend on personality too, I tend to notice beautiful girls flaws more when they’re horrible people. Then again I notice my flaws a lot so I’m not sure what that says about me haha.

And the final on my list of things watched while waiting in for the man; a programme were a couple are given £12,000 towards their wedding. The catch; the groom plans it all. It’s interesting to see. Some episodes are incredibly sweet because the guys make a real effort to make things perfect and even if they don’t always get it exactly right – a man’s idea of a ‘nice’ bridesmaid dress leaves much to be desired – the effort they’ve gone through makes up for it. Then you get some selfish pricks who spend most of the money flying themselves and their friends out abroad for the stag and then have an extreme budget wedding. If I turned up on my wedding day to find that I wouldn’t marry the selfish prick. But maybe that’s just me. I’d never go on the programme, not that I don’t trust Jake, it WOULD be interesting to see how he managed, but I think part of the fun of the wedding is stuff like planning. I’d be devastated if I didn’t have a chance to go dress shopping. 

I'm lying back and taking a break following two straight weekends of working on the bedroom; and can breathe with a sigh of relief that apart from a bit of minor clutter, it is complete. Granted there's still the spare room to start and stuff but I feel so much better knowing the bedrooms done at least.

I can't really believe it's only been a week since we left the flat; it feels so much longer. I do miss living in town, I forgot how much I hate buses. I will definitely be renewing my car insurance soon! Trains I can live with. They never seem as bad, maybe it's just because they're quicker and more direct. But buses, I can't spend much more time sitting in a tin can of screaming children, abusive mouthed chavs and people who smell like an onion. Particularly if despite there being plenty of free seats on the bus they choose to sit next to me.

Work is going well, the workload has increased so I seem to be permanently busy but I guess its better than being bored. I'm really starting to bond with some of my colleagues too which is really nice. Though it is a little consuming. Things I've always taken for granted like going for a pint in the day; nipping in to town to shop, being free to do a shoot. Now I have to sort of restrict myself to weekends and evenings which kind of sucks but I guess that's life!! Saying that I did a shoot on Saturday. It was my first in a while given all the madness of moving. I've got quite a few lined up now though, one with the lovely Viliam which I'm tremendously excited for both just for the concept behind it and in general working with her. Then one involving a rather dramatic haircut, yes it's finally happening people - I am leaving my hair in the (hopefully) capable hands of Hooka hairdressing.

Some more pics up available here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sally-Davies-Model/209937932363383

Apart from that life is fairly quiet. I haven't seen much of anyone which is the biggest thorn in my side. Living with Charl I at least had the connection there, and I was round the corner from Sam and I guess the location was easy for people to just drop in. The move has left me feeling a little isolated; though now the bedroom is done I'm freeing up my weekends for socialising, and for once I actually have the money to enjoy it. The 27th is drawing closer and I'm really excited. Jake and I are celebrating three years together. To be it seems too small a number, has it really only been three years? It feels like more. But a meal in Alma De Cuba followed by a Plan 9 gig with everyone we've spent the past few years with seems like a good way to celebrate.

I think that's everything? In good news the riots have seemed to stop. In bad news, what little 'summer' weather we had also seems gone. I'm not ready for winter yet. My feelings are strongly torn between flying to a hot country, most likely Thailand, for the next 6 months, or hibernation. If I choose the latter then feel free to wake me on the rare warm days we do get, and maybe Christmas.

Sun or sleep, I ain't fussy.

There’s a fair few films that use the concept of a virus getting into the population causing mass aggression; ordinarily spread by the infected biting one another or something in the water. I’ve spent the last few days watching the London riots thinking that, as awful as it was, thank God it was only London. So imagine my disdain waking up to the news feed of riots across the country, including Liverpool. No virus. No biting one another to spread it. No spikes in the water supply. It’s the result of complete and pure idiocy. No real motive, just morons with too much testosterone and no morals.

 It is quite frightening, for me more than anything how quickly it’s spread. How quickly people will see something horrible happening and want to join in. The irony is the majority of the people involved are the sort of racist twats who would see any foreigner and label them a terrorist, yet will happily terrorise their own country for the sheer fuck of it. Not that I’m defending terrorists but at least most do it for beliefs or actual reasons. Not for shits and giggles.

And to the few who are dubbing 'unemployment' as an excuse to trash stores, bars and burn their city to the ground; where is your logic? Where is your fucking common sense? Destroy the places of work? My opinion. The police should be given the all clear to shoot them, and with real bullets not rubber. THAT will actually help the unemployment problem. Culling anyone stupid enough to think a riot will solve anything, and numbers of unemployed will decrease!

Kudos to the people going out and helping, and kudos to the police. If I was facing them, I definitely
would have shot them by now. I would have enjoyed it. I hope if nothing else this has really opened the governments eyes to the sort of trash out there who need to be threatened more with an ASBO.  

Hope that everyone stays safe tonight!