I'm Bea. Said Bee - from Beatrice. Not Bianca, Beyonce or Biatch. Take note.
Was thrown into this mixed up world into the heart of the eighties on the 21st of November 1987 - was actually dead when I arrived as it seemed I had got too excited dancing to early Madonna in my mothers womb and had got my cord wrapped around my neck, another reason maybe why I love to wear ridiculous amounts of beaded jewelery around it nowadays... anyway I digress, the wonderful nurses etc etc at Newham General Hospital managed to get my face to turn to a nice pinky colour as opposed to the eerie blue it was originally. So now I grace London's shitty rock clubs (nowhere plays enough hardcore) with my presence as much as my wages will allow and love to dance the night away in my jelly shoes to a band who's beat makes me move my feet the way I like. Always accompanied by the best friend extrodinaire Mr Luke Grayson, find us hopping two and fro between East London and as many gigs as possible with my little cameras filming and taking pictures of boys (and girls!) with guitars... its an attempt at a profession you know, check some of it out - www.myspace.com/beatricerodgerphotography - there are some tasty snaps up there.
I'd like someone who likes spooning as much as I do...
BUT I get along because I have this guy - he is strange but true.
He is the only person I can play the 'what animal am I' game with, without feeling like a complete nutcase.
He has really big hands - but is self conscious of them so its ok.
No matter how many times he makes me angry at him, he always manages to jump out of whatever hole he's got himself into and fill it right up with a sense of humor I think only we share.
He is the most quotable person I know.
Not many people understand why I have a best friend who's a HE.
I do Obviously.
Its coz he's Luke.
I love him.........too much!
I ♥ to swing dance.
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