>long silence…

>…because i’ve been very ill. “how ill,” you ask? “you be illin’?”

last week i went to the clinic with a sore throat. tonsilitis, they said, gave me lots of antibiotics and sent me on my way.

a week later, after many pills taken, the condition had gotten worse. i couldn’t speak, couldn’t eat, was severely feverish, could barely even swallow my own saliva. so after the premiere party of When Women Rule The World (i wasn’t missing that party for all the pus-filled tonsils in hell), i was rushed to the hospital where i’ve been for the past 3 and a half days. official diagnosis is acute tonsilitis and glandular fever. they put me on IV drips, steroid injections, lots of different kinds of antibiotic injections, painkillers, and i was vomitting up a lot of blood and tissue that looked that brain-matter. they discharged me from the hospital this morning, and i’m far from 100%, but nothing is gonna stop me from enjoying this week – the week that When Women Rule The World premieres. i’m a tough cookie, i’ll suck it up.

here are a couple of publicity shots of me from the show. the first is of me on the beach where we shot the series, and the second is of me and my first servant AJ in front of my own personal pod.

here is the official trailer for the show. i feature prominently in the trailer!

and here’s a shorter teaser-trailer that features our host Jonesy in all his man-nipples-ness:

don’t forget, if you live in the UK, the premiere episode of When Women Rule The World is this thursday, September 4th at 10:53pm on Channel 4.

i’m still trying to heal myself, so this may be my last reminder to ya’ll!

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and now, photos from the premiere screening party:

the bootylicious babes (aka Lianne, moi, and desrine) at the hotel bar before the par-tay.

along came richard, and we all decided to be uber-posers.

then along came super-ted/etiquette eddie….and i got all sweaty.

ah, AJ….he heated up my leg wax once. good boy. sit AJ sit. good dog.

half of the cast of the show, from L-R: Carolina, moi, Lesley, Richard (down below), Desrine, AJ, Ed, and Lianne. we’re such a motely crew, all dolled up.

Myles and Nicky sandwiched me. look at those handsome devils!

gemma and i are too sexy for our hair, too sexy for our hair….

then along came angela like an angel, and just illuminated the photo!

dan and fenton with me….for some reson, fenton makes this kissy-face in every single photo. pucker up!

i look like a raging douche in this photo, but at least myles looks great….that is, before his showdown/throwdown after the party!

karen and desrine….

“you’re spoiled!”

“you’re bossy!”

“you’re a bitch”

“you’re a tart!”

“call it even?”

“deal!”

steve and richard….you just know richard is thinking, “can’t sleep, clown will eat me. can’t sleep, clown will eat me….”

during the screening of the first episode, myles grabbed my camera and insisted on taking this photo of him, lianne, and kissy-face-fenton. then he insisted i delete it. fat chance!

on the left, that’s damon. on the right is richard. they were two of the nicest crew members you could ever hope to meet. they were in the sound dept. damon organized our personal mics and richard operated the boom. i love these boys!

danny boy drank up cuz he knew he was gonna smash lianne afterwards. karen looks lovely. enough with the kissy-face, fenton!!!!

peter, the exec producer, making an eloquent speech before the screening. i wuv him.

that’s paul and alex from L-R. they were part of the camera crew. sandwich me in between them and you’ve got every gals wet dream.

steve puts on his porn-star face and i’m not wearing any undies….class acts all the way.

it’s me and my baby G-Range!

no one should ever stand next to karen, i look like a feverish bag of puke next to her flawless skin.

angela and her toronto-maple-leafs-loving boyfriend!

gotta get a photo with a leaf’s fan…..

richard is pulling the frightened face because Carolina is shoving her pet monkey Moe Green into an inappropriate spot…and cuz Angela is digging down his shirt for some man-rug.

i don’t know why myles kissed me in the eye…but he got a black eye later on in the night. poor guy.

24 hours later, here i was lying up in the hospital with tubes sticking outta my arms.

larissa and Lu laughed over my dead body.

it’s funny cuz i almost died.

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anyway, the commercials for the show are already running on Channel 4 (most notably during the commercial breaks for Big Brother) and there are so many articles to be found on the show, both online and in print, that i won’t bother trying to post them all. do a google search and be amazed.

this week is going to be crazy for me – trying to get well again and also savouring every ray of light this show shines upon me.

but i think it’s important to point out something – i am not a reality tv whore. i have no desire to make a career out of this. i am a writer. that is my passion and that is who i am. i did the show because it was an incredible experience and social experiment, and i during this, i learned so much about myself, how i see the world, where i fit into the world, and also how others perceive/misunderstand me. all of these edifying elements make up the better and stronger chrissy you see before you today. i can’t deny the impact this experience has had on me. but at the same time, it’s not the be-all and end-all of my life.

the day is still young, and so am i. there are too many streets out there to run along, and too many souls to save. i can’t be owned by any of that television-hype bullshit. and the world is awaiting this little canadian lass…