like a record, baby

London was amazing. There are many stories to share, but time is currently limited, so all details will be revealed later. I promise.

I do have to share one story, though. Are you ready?

I went with my friend Alexis to Notting Hill on Tuesday. It's a really cool area with lots of pretty apartments and interesting shops. We were trying to find the Portobello Market, but ended up just kind of wandering the streets and looking at everything. Alexis is really into vintage clothes and when a vintage store caught her eye, we decided to go in. As we were walking down the street, she turned to me and whispered "what's that jingling behind us?" I looked over my shoulder and saw a gigantic man dressed in very tacky drag. Blond wig. Long necklaces. No shoes (wtf? that's just gross).

Alexis and I continued on our way and stopped to look in a few stores before crossing the street. As we neared the entrance to the vintage store (Dolly Diamond), we saw that the man-woman was standing in the doorway and smoking a cigarette. We kind of sensed that something was going on, so we went in a different store for a few minutes before returning.

The girl at Dolly Diamond was all flustered and talking to another employee. "I can't believe he did that," she said. "That makes me so angry." She called her supervisor to share the news: someone had come in the store and stolen a pair of gold Gauthier shorts, then threatened to slap the employee if she didn't let him go. The thief? Pete Burns http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41199000/jpg/_41199826_burns_body_getty.jpg Pete Burns of Dead or Alive. You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round Pete Burns.

I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried.