Look what happens on a friday night


I shouldn’t be allowed out in public, really.

Look, here’s a blurry picture of me hooping in a lace dress and the Boots Of Doom!

Yeah, I know I still have to lose a crap-load of weight (35 pounds for those who are counting) and it looks like I’m smelling my armpit (I’m not).

But look! A hoop! And a fireplace and a bean bag and a wooden floor. And a painting of the Virgin. Don’t ask.