ok, so the other one called me a sell out etc, but when i receive messages like this, can you understand why i was so excited to have something that showed intelligence.

seriously, what did this guy think i was going to say..

"hey, thanks for your inquiry, i was so excited to hear your brief of "." , if you would like to discuss costing and i would love to set up a meeting. feel feel free to send me more myspace messages so that when i do my taxes next year i can just print the screen. also please contact my agent with your contact details and VAT number to arrange invoicing, hugs and kisses XOXO nhrb xxxxxxxxxx"

please people, live in the real fucking world, when im quoting advertising agencies 12 grand to fly around 5 european locations to work on a contract, at least give me the time and effort to write something in the message section of the mail you are sending me. otherwise.....dont fucking bother

in other news, i borrowed an ironing board and tidied my flat. also i got a bunch of prints back too which was lovely and regiested for the in focus event in Birmingham next week

pancake Tuesday is the 24th of this month by the way.

i loved this, because ive always wanted to sell out, but i never thought id be at a level or point where i could sell out? what did i do? say yes to someone making a banner out of my photos, putting my name on it? if so....fucking beasty!....please read

plan it.....


make it.....


shoot it......

walk around with a little extra swagger....now stop asking me questions

the shoot i did on friday was interesting. nothing like renting a swanky hotel room and hanging out in it with 5 beautiful girls and only one of them was the model

styling came down to the super talented nicki Gillon, who happened to be on the front of the paper that day. she brought along 2 assistants Rachel and Jess

the make up artist for the day was a long time friend that i had never actualy worked with, however she has done my makeup before..........anyway......Nancy Spencer

the model....Hollie Swain of boss models

the day ran pretty smooth, all the hotel staff where amazing, they gave us free range to use any area we wished without interfering with the team or the set at all.

these are just 3 previews, Im sure the whole set will appear somewhere soon...muhahaha... anyway i wont post anymore work, just photos of me getting fucked up and stories about how shit everything is.

ive scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed but Karina got me good and proper with the marker pen! the Christmas studio night out ends the same every year. back at someones flat snorting whats left of the cheap, god awful coke that I spent 20 minutes waiting for down a cold, piss stained Manchester city center back alley. laying around on furniture complaining until 6.30am and letting true feelings out that will have to be hidden again for another year.

though that talk to frank advert is horrific, it wasn't as good as the movie Blow! that made me want to be a Columbian drug Barron

what can i say, im young and impressionable, you say jump, I say how high, then i wait for everyone else to do it first, then ask them how it was and only then, do it myself.

i hate people, white people, black people, green, yellow and blue people, angry people, lovely people, man people, woman people. people just anger me, its not there fault. see people only become people when they are gathered like sheep, penned in, sharing a common interest. be it work, live music or a club night, shopping or speed dating, each person lets go of the individuality and becomes part of the heard. people fuck me off because they feel a need to voice there opinion in a collective state, joining in with the noise and spouting out bullshit. stop it, go home, write a blog about how you hate everything instead, that's true individuality!

eugh i give up

well hot dam, a package arrived for me yesterday! obviously being bed ridden with illness i ignored the door and continued chatting on facebook.

after walking across the arctic tundra that is manchester city center at the moment, i arrived at the post office picking up my weighty parcel.

i skipped home like a giddy school girl scoring meat pie and chips for sam and sausage and chips for my silly little self. i tore the top off and poured the contents out on the floor.

GOOD GOLLY GOSH! its a whole heap of little cards with my pretty little photograph on it.