So shoot me....

Spent the day being shot. For the publicity pics for the book. I have even more respect for models who do this day in, day out. It's bloody hard work. Thanks to lovely photographer Ian Brodie.

In other news, I taught a bunch of women to pole dance at the weekend, and

am enjoying a bit of kicking back for for a week. Well, I say kicking back. I am working on a campaign, in the middle of writing an article for the Mirror, doing some stuff with lawyers, sorting out wedding invites ( this involves phoning everyone and finding out their addresses...nobody posts letters anymore, it's all email and text so I have no idea what anyone's postcode is). Also doing more nuptial organisation ( hair, flowers, makeup, girlie stuff, blah), furious exercise, having a huge throw-out of all my old too-big clothes and sketching out/researching my next book which will be a novel. A sort of romantic/chase/psychological thriller. Probably.

It's not actually very relaxing at all, but the point is, I am enjoying it no end. And on Thursday I am going to the Sanctuary with my best friend courtesy of a wonderful gift from a friend. And then I will definitely relax.

So I am sorry that I have not been blogging much. But I needed to take a breather and do real world things for a week or else I would have exploded with stress. If I had blogged this week, I'd have written something about The Trap, the BBC series from Adam 'Power of Nightmares' Curtis - but fortunately Blairwatch and Not Sassure have been more on the ball and come up with the goods so I recommend you go and check them out, as well as the perenially ace Chicken Yoghurt, if you are yearning for top bloggery from people who are a lot more coherent than me.