Oui, it is real fur. Rabbit fur and fox tail collar. No I didn't kill it! But I am wearing it. Eat the meat use the skin: It's tremendously warm.

I'm still singing the above chorus whenever I wear this beautiful thing. It's getting terribly boring. I realise there is a big issue about fur, but come now....for who are you to judge when you wear leather and eat meat! You... that which moans and groans when you realise little thumpers are keeping me warm. Deep hypocrisy. It may shock you, but rabbit can be found on many a table and if you can it eat you can wear it. Use that as a rule when buying fur. Actually, it reminds me of an episode of River Cottage (rabbit skin undies, tie and something for the glasses), a nursery rhyme comes to mind: 'Run rabbit, run rabbit run run run',...before they kill, cook, eat AND wear you! The best yet has to be the stroking and the accompanying noise. Who thought Londoners were tactile...soon they may start smiling on the underground. But that noise and stroking is almost sexual. I was going to say sex for the fingers (what? finger sex?) but I imagine it's not the appropriate metaphor to use...shall we say silk to the touch instead? Oui

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Ever been to the shop and got £10 change instead of £5? Then you understand. Fortuitous can only explain my fortune when I found this fabric...I looked at the price and thought it was a bungle but I realised soon it wasn't a mistake, it was just that much of a bargain. Excited, I got home and made this strapless mini dress with an exposed front sand colour zip ...naughty girl chic because one pull on the zip and knickers says 'Bonjour' and dress is wiping the floor...(for about £8.50 per hour).

This night was Zalons Birthday at Funky Bhudda, I hate to name drop but I'm sure he'd appreciate the plug, he's Amy Winehouse's backing singer (watch Amy Winehouse outsung by Zalon) and has just released a single with Dionne Bromfield 'Ain't No Mountain High'. David Haye, Miss Frank and Kandy Rain were also there. They should have put the pepper on the steak but the meat was overcooked and dry and the pepper carried no heat. Graziella did a mini rap on the MIC but it wasn't X Factor....Soooooo computer says no, judges say sit down, be quiet and drink your alcoholic beverage and clubbers say 'Hey, hello, we're trying to dance here dude...how rude!'.

The highlight though was watching a random guy (on his own) stand and peruse his kill. After about an hour of sipping on Rose he then puts his plan into action....buy champagne for one and hope a number two is lured in by her thirst for the wealth. He moved from his nest and walked around confidently with the Moet bucket. So amusing I tell you. It made me wonder about men going clubbing alone. Strange. He was small a guy, not capable of getting a lady directly when you consider the options but I give him a star for sly efforts. Lol - can you believe that was the highlight?
 

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