So my visit to "Space" hairdressers yesterday was a complete disaster, well at least she didn't laugh. You see I wanted to try and get the spot-treatment that I've heard about instead of a full on relaxing process to straighten my hair. Yes I know it's straight but I have stupid waves and cowlicks everywhere that drive me nuts.  Oh well, back to the blowdryer I guess.

On my way home yesterday I felt like a trip had been wasted so I joined GreenPeace. Well those poor bastards stand around all day, hoping and praying for someone to join their cause and no one ever does, they just walk by, including myself. So I decided to put on a big smile yesterday and stop. The boy was very sweet, from New Zealand so we chatted about that. Listen I don't mind, I'm doing my bit to save the environment and believe me it needs saving. Hey I slept well last night knowing that I have become an official memeber of greenpeace and to strive to say this cool planet of ours.

So today is Rosie O'Donnell day, yes after all these years of watching the 10am morning show and if I did miss it then I would automatically tape it, because, to be honest I'm really sad and anal and do happen to be a HUGE fan of the woman's.

So in little under two hours I will be meeting Aphrodite at 50 Rockefeller Centre where we will stand in-line, no doubt amongst hundreds of stupid screaming housewives from Inidana. Apart from the rest of the audience, I'm really excited and looking forward to it. Not sure what to expect and really have no idea what one wears to these sort of things, although I have seen many members of the audience in nasty woolly jumpers so I won't be doing that. Then again maybe the studio is freezing, hence the sweaters.

So I will love and leave you as I now have to go and blow dry my hair and then dress from head to toe in true New York style BLACK.

I also have my last Javascript class tonight which is kind of sad, especially as I won't be seeing Dennis anymore and I do love that boy to pieces. Anyhow so because I have things on, it won't be until tomorrow for the next installment of the Anguilla trip, so please be patient.

Later......

4:30pm
So I'm back after a very disappointing Rosie show. You wanna know why? Because she wasn't bloody well hosting THAT'S WHY. God I'm so annoyed, I mean you get there right, and your waiting amongst the hugest housewives you've EVER seen, no doubt from middle America, and your like waiting and waiting. Then finally you get directed to the studios upstairs where you also continue to wait FOREVER. 
Basically me and Aprhodite were waiting from 11am until 2pm, just stood there like idiots waiting for the ever so important tv people to let us take our seats.

So you can imagine how pissed I was when this squirt of a man called Joey who is the audience controller, comes out and tells us that Rosie isn't hosting and that instead it is Caroline Rhea. Who the fuck cares about Caroline Rhea, bring out Rosie, ok. Clearly this guy saw myself as he then began to thrust fooz balls (stupid things that she gives away in show) into my hand at a rapid rate just to get me to smile. I'm telling you I was not amused. AND ALSO, the guests were crap, William Shatner, major B actor, please done fuck all since Star Trek. Some woman from "Once and Again", never watch it and some other blonde bird from the "Murphy Brown" show which I've also never seen. Oh yeah and to completely top it off there's was a bunch of old wankers dancing a irish jig which was soooo boring I thought I was going to kill myself.

I mean Caroline Rhea was kind of funny, well except in the beginning when she was just going on with herself, clearly high on something. Of course me and Aphrodite just kept giggling and then of course we were stuck right at the back which is where that moving camera swings by so that dick Joey kept telling us all at the back to clap and wave when the camera went by. God knows what I must of looked like, it wasn't pretty let me tell you. Of course there's Aphrodite clapping and smiling like a seal on cocaine, she was hysterical, cracking me up she was.

So there you go, the first and clearly the last time I shall be attending any kind of audience participation EVER.

So what else? oh yeah my dad sent me some pictures of him and his family on V.E. day 1945 showing a long time in the middle of the street where they were having a party and then in the background a huge hedge that apparently was housing german prisoners of war. He said that the P.O.W.s used to be let out every now and again to go the Crown Pub for a pint....funny!!