Once upon a time when I had the Job Title of a "Model" I was lucky enough to of travelled and lived in many Countries. I lived in Spain, France, Italy, New York, Tokoyo and Germany, and travelled to many more destinations. I loved it as it meant I got to busy my young talkative mouth to other cultures...alot never got my sense of humour but I never cared so long as it amused me...now if youve been reading my blogs you will know Im not known for being good...there is a very naughty streak in me and Im sorry to say it was worse when I was younger. When I was just 16 I had a documentary made about myself as I was the youngest girl living in Paris at that time modelling, I think it was the BBC that shot it ? Anyway.....they arrived and I was expected to give an insight into my world and how and what I thought of it...followed by me doing a shoot along the cobble streets looking very English and floaty..There first mistake was giving me a mic...dont ever give me a mic...be it at a party, TV event or a Karoke night as you will never get it back...I chatted shit for hours, I think I even managed to talk about my rave days and how I loved Drum and Bass....I managed to do all of this chewing gum and blowing bubbles with it...really really un lady like...then came to the shoot, I was told to walk in a straight line and pout down the camera..I got distracted like always and ended up having to re-shoot it loads of times as I kept waving at all the french blokes as they bibbed me....And when I got a bollocking from the owner all I did was laugh, I didnt give a shit, and the more she shouted the more I laughed...I was sent home not long after. That trip was the first of many and although I managed to live there for nearly 6 months I didnt embrace the culture as I was to young, I did however manage to get some Japanese culture down my throat and to this day it still haunts me... I hated the whole experience, there the most hard working people I have come across and in those days I never did hard work, you had to be up at 3am for photo shoots, they refused to speak to you on the shoot as there so hell bent of squeezing every last juice of pictures out of you, and dont even start me on the food.....You ask for a tuna..you get a fucking tuna, eyes, fins and guts...its a tuna?! Every week you would be measured and on this one particular week I was told "you neck to fat..you lose neck fat in week..go home" so you had to go home if any of your measurements were out? They were also frightened of pubic hair..I learnt this the hard way, I was doing a photo shoot in swimwear and when I stripped off they had a paddy and basically started to scream in my face? I thought a fucking deadly spider was crawling up my leg by the way she was pointing and going into one.....FFS its fanny hair?? get over it? and bearing in mind I was still young, there wasnt alot there anyway?! But I managed to have the last laugh on that one...one time at a casting for a bikini catalogue we all had to line up in there swimwear,and as they were walking down the line looking at our figures I managed to get some pubes out and rest them just outside my bottoms so as they approached there were faced with me giggling loudly and my hair , collar and cuffs!!!! You should of been there..I thought the client was gonna pass out!! It was hilarious! My partner in crime and flat mate on that wonderful trip was the lovely Jules Oliver, we modelled at the same agency in London and were both sent to Japan on 4 month contracts and it was nice being with someone from home, she was a lot less street wise then me so I had to look after her, shes thanked me ever since as it was one tough place to live and work at such a young age. After that trip I really wanted to get over to New York as I heard it was buzzing and I do 24/7, so I got a 6 month contract with Ford Models and off I flew, New York was everything I expected and more, I loved it!!! I got to party with shit loads of celebs, drink when I wanted and I worked well over there because of my british attitude ...I had a few hiccups of course and was slung out a couple of places for throwing pepper pots and salt at people but all in all I was on quite good behaviour. My biggest regret was not staying longer, but again I got homesick and just flew home one day on a whim and never returned?! I wish I had embraced the cultures more so I could tell the kids stories of mountains Id climbed or seas Id swam in but the truth is I didnt...I think the most I ever done was on a trip to Mauritus and the photographer offered to take us all Marlin fishing...Now I never knew what a Marlin was, and I never cared to ask, I just wanted to put my silly little pink bikini on and sunbathe on a boat..the boat ended up being nothing bigger than a fucking pedalo and when i finally realised this was serious fishing I couldnt stop crying as I thought we was going to get eaten by a shark ...and when he tried to calm me down and show me a killer whale in the distance I nearly threw myself in the shark infested waters and got it over and done with...it was horrific and Ive strugged with water every since...and sharks..they are my biggest fear ..along with crocs...banana bread and tuna
Night people...
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