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| Doc You ... I'm going to ... Rock You |
So I can now finally break free from my hold over confidential information. The story begins when I was walking into what I thought was a new fashion mall just down the road from my Hotel during a country escape all the way to Scotland, it turned out to be some kind of art gallery. However, I decided to wander and take a look-I've heard the design of my Vuitton pooch bag may have emanated from what they call art. I soon managed to find my way at the top level of the building and was rushed into a committee type room with free food. I'm not a big foodie- my European top model friend Natasha advises me as to the Oxygen Diet-but I decided to take a nibble and a sip. Then I was suddenly asked for my name. I decided to try and mumble something vaguely common under-breath, but with my piercing eyes of confidence I got through and continued my buffet; food tends to taste better when you don't have to enter a kitchen.
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| Defo Forget Clogs (fashion crime of the century!!) for there are Only Blogs |
And then they began some kind of ceremony about Blogs. I presumed
they were talking of some uncomfortable shoe like clogs....
...so I zoned out of the presentation, that was until I heard top secret, confidential, and something like Hollywood (my new fascination with Hollyoaks the show is detailed in a previous blog post) and so I began to perk up.
All in all within days, once I knew I didn't have to change my heels or commit any fashion crimes, I became the IT Blogger proudly. But not only any one; one with a top mission to talk about the newest twist to Hollyoaks ...
TBC
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