Alisha Rules The World



I remember when I was 10 and I used to read Top of the Pops and Smash Hits magazine religiously. ESPECIALLY when they gave away sticker sets of all the heartthrobs of the day like Peter Andre (back when a 6-pack meant abs not beer) and Kavana (remember him? nope?) and boy bands like 911, a1, and other numerically fixated yet talent deficient acts. Back then, I thought Alisha's Attic were THE SHIT despite having only heard one of their songs on a free compilation that TOTP gave out. I was obsessed with their leopard print clothes, bindis, dark eyeliner, Karen's bad roots and Shelley's red streaks. From the ages of 10 until 13 when I was finally allowed to dye my hair, I would spend my pocket money on hair mascara (remember THAT?) and sit in my room painstakingly putting gold and red streaks in the front of my hair. I can still remember the smell and the greasy smudges on my pillowcase. Ahh, youth...



I Love a Scandal

From now on I'm taking my style cue from the Misfits (These guys & Danzig's palz).

The Filthiest People Alive

Some photos of me and the Mr at Sandra's John Waters themed birthday party at Stereo last weekend. We went as Connie and Raymond Marble from Pink Flamingos. We drew the line at bringing a couple of black market babies to sell. And a 'bowel movement' in a box.