kickin’ back in kings lynn

Posted on November 8, 2012 by Jenny

We had a day off in Kings Lynn Tuesday. It was much needed and much appreciated I can tell you. We found a laundromat, a great restaurant, and our hotel had big fluffy pillows. All the ingredients for the bestest of days off.
With our batteries recharged and Kings Lynn being one of the first shows to sell out when they went on sale last year, we knew we were in for a big’n.
All the chatter on Twitter and Facebook leading up to the show just added to the excitement
How did it go…??
I reckon this picture just about sums it up!

A full house, packed to the rafters with fab peeps out for a good time
And I reckon they had one. I know we did!

We also got to meet some local R.A.F. boys (who found me on Twitter to tell me they were gutted to not be able to get tickets to the show – thanks to the boss, all was sorted)
They were kind enough to give me one of their hats, which didn’t really fit all that well.
No shock really – When Macaroni was having one of her checkups as a baby, the doctor measured her head and with a furrowed brow asked, do people in your family have trouble finding hats to fit them? I was all, why yes Dr Dickhead, we do. He went on to tell me that Macaroni’s noggin’ was fine considering that her ‘big cranium’ was just a hereditary thing. Thanks?

Dad was all, well if it doesn’t fit you, then I’ll have it for my DILLIGAF bar.

Gee, wonder where I got my boof head gene from?

‘Til next time Kings Lynn!! x

storm in a (double) D cup

Posted on March 30, 2012 by Jenny

Driving to the show the other night, we go to watch a storm roll in
It was an outdoor gig, so I was wondering how it would turn out

Turns out I needn’t have worried

Up here in the Territory, they don’t give a shit about the rain. They love it

Even with the option of sitting undercover to watch the show, people chose to sit out in the rain.
So we ALL just stood out in it and got saturated

I was all excited with my bad-self about taking out the title in the wet-shirt competition. Uh yeah, there wasn’t ACTUALLY a competition going on.

I was just kind of comparing ~~my rack~~ myself to the other girls there and having an imaginary comp in my head. Which is really the best kind to have. You don’t have to stand on stage and get hosed down and judged ~~like you do when you’re 19 and in Bali and you have the biggest boobs out of all your girlfriends and they sign you up so they can all get free drinks for the week if you win~~ Plus, in my mind, I’m always the winner

But then I met the waitresses at the show. Who were only there moonlighting as waitresses. Because in their DAY JOBS, they’re strippers

So no medal for me this time. I had to settle for 4th place

My imagination’s not THAT good.

I am the reason photoshop was invented

Posted on March 13, 2012 by Jenny

I spent most of yesterday at a photo shoot

Now, if you know me – you know I’d rather slam my head into the fridge door than get my photo taken

Pics with peeps after the show are good, and I enjoy that

But an actual photoshoot? It’s uncomfortable and awkward for me

Second only to a pap smear – which will always take the trophy for shittiest thing to do with (half) your clothes on

There’s a reason that every pic of me is either live (when I don’t know the photographer’s there) – or is a caricature

So that right there, should tell you how much I love Lauren. Lauren is my mate – who is also an incredible makeup artsit

She’s just opened her own studio by the beach in Adelaide, belleZar, that does hair, makeup, photography, bridal boot-camp….and so many other great services. It’s a gorgeous, funky studio – and she asked me to come in for a photoshoot

I told her no ~~fucking way~~ but then she mentioned wine. Lots of wine.

Done deal

Between Lauren’s makeup skills, AJ the hairdressing whizz, and Letitia, the studio’s photographer (Letitia’s also a model – tall, skinny and gorgeous. I was nice to her anyway) I ended up looking half decent