First of all, I would just like to say I am never one to wear flowers, and especially not in my hair, but this week I gave into party orders and went all out for my friends Hawaiian-themed party. Check out the outfit! Ha ha.

The blow-up palm trees and constant flow of 'pineapple juice' quickly took the attention off my unlikely attire - you will usually find me in 'far too tight' jeans and too many coloured tops. And if anyone hides my leather jacket again, I will not be best pleased.

Oh, almost forgot... Hello there - LAURA MARKS here. How are you? I'm guessing you're gonna find out a lot more about me and my pretty crazy life, so I thought I would give you a wee head start...

In short - I'm an acting, singing, writing, music loving, ice cream eating, cocktail drinking, second hand shop going, shoe buying, gangster film watching, fake people hating, bright clothing wearing wee Glasgow lassie! I am 5 ft 2 inches, honest.
I like to do impressions, although terrible, so have a wee look at my MySpace if you wanna see me being oh so 'posh'.

As you will learn, I don't take myself too seriously. I think that wee 'ooh' noise people make when they go over on their ankle is hilarious and I enjoy chasing skinny boys with long hair and tattoos... I also love the sound of a big air kiss - it's so utterly ridiculous, yet brilliant.

Wasn't it a sad day when they stopped making Creamola Foam?!

One more thing - I enjoy the company of eccentric people and learning useless but interesting information. I'll leave you with the fact that your office desk has 400 times more bacteria than your toilet seat! So, eh, get cleaning...

Things are about to get CRAZY! WOO HOO!

LM x

(PS - try toast and jam with slices of apple on top - trust me... you'll be surprised!)

Monday morning madness- first day at work and they gave me a car. A
KA car. And then in the afternoon they gave me a camera, and a
mission - to make little films of my weekly adventures and put them on
the web.

Up to this point, I have been mostly filming bands. Mostly while
they've been playing instruments, but backstage and in between too.
I've done this for a little while now, and it took me on the road, in
a tour bus, on the jet. But now there is no band, I'm standing in
for the guy with the guitar- I've got to talk the talk and not just
film it.

So here I am, about to live the YouTube dream and broadcast myself.
I'm standing on the edge of anonymity.

You'll find out pretty quickly what I'm like, and decide if you like
me somewhat quicker I imagine. Just so you know, I am totally at the
mercy of the colour green.

Til next time

Ami

PS The picture is a postcard my boyfriend picked up in Paris. It's a French girl in an English lesson.

Wassup - it's your girl Zena here! I'm busy busy busy right now - it's the week before bite goes global. I'm so excited!

Is it me, or is it always difficult to explain yourself and what you're like!? Ask me to describe someone else, my friends, boyfriend or family and trust me I'll talk for England about them! Whereas talking about myself always seems a little corny! Lol

Well, here goes! I'm a fun loving girly girl, I love pink, experiencing new things and travelling... Of course there is A LOT more to me than this but jeeeeeez, do u really want to hear it all!? I can be a little bit of a handful at times (my parents have some really embarrassing stories about me and my teenage years, that always seem to get brought up to random people that don't really need to know all of that!) But more importantly I love this new series called BITE, that I happen to be on!!!

I'm having so much fun driving around filming all these new and exciting things that I think people would be interested in trying or doing... Does a job get any better than that.... Erm... I think not!

Glad this is a bog entry and not me on camera because my voice is totally gone at the moment. Was out with some old friends this weekend, and let's just say had a little more to drink than anticipated!

Plus, it's the second week of my 1Xtra breakfast show - it's crazy. I've already met Russell Crowe and J-Lo!

Gotta run - just make sure you check out the bite trailer on the site!

Speak to ya soon!

Zena x

As shameless sun-worshippers, the onset of cold weather makes us want to hibernate. With no sun in sight, this week we turned to simpler pleasures to keep us happy: Amy got her kicks from warm socks, a comfy sofa and back-to-back episodes of Season 3 of The Wire; Antonya got hers bankrupting herself on a pair of garish suede high-tops.

We braved the cold to attend a mid-week magazine launch party for our weekly exercise fix - left empty-handed, but discovered the joys of the 205 night bus all the way home (as we said, simple pleasures). Arsenal remained at the top of the league and Antonya basked in their glory, while Amy dutifully feigned delight despite a relatively recent defection from Spurs. (Antonya suspects it has more to do with a primary school romance with Ledley King failing to make her a WAG than a boundless love for The Gunners.)

Despite mild panic attacks at the onset of greying winter skin, we’re both determined to see the bright side and are committed to spending the next week in search of and purchasing a new winter wardrobe. Amy flooded her handbag with orange juice and will need to add a new bag and iPod to the shopping list. Antonya chastised her for being so clumsy. Amy apologised and they spent the rest of the week in domestic bliss.

After last year's frantic Christmas Eve shopping disaster - I have decided to take a more pragmatic approach to Chrimbles this year. (I know it's not that soon but a rare trip to Harrods on Saturday got me in the mood). In an effort to avoid the perennial desperate-dash and arbitrary last-minute gift selection - I am, once and for all, going to buy early. That said, I will probably still find myself buying people presents I'd rather keep for myself, and then resenting them for it.

This perfect Christmas-Present book is a compilation of postcards sent in to an incredible blog called Post Secret. If you've been keeping your legs crossed on a secret, relieve yourself on a postcard and send it in to this blog- but do it with style. Apparently the site is run by a guy called Frank who was told in a dream to 'find answers in the secrets of strangers' - maybe you could do the same if you're not ready to air your own.

So, what was I doing in Harrods at the weekend? Well, for my sins, I'm more often found buying over-priced drinks in Shoreditch than overpriced drapes in Harrods, so let me just clarify that I was there on business not pleasure. I was documenting Sting's book signing as part of my other job as a videographer on the Police Tour.

Narrowly avoiding the temptation of those over-priced drinks, I spent Saturday evening at Wembley Arena filming the band's last European gig of the year. Some good friends had come to see the show and, post-gig, we did the obligatory awkward 'hanging around' in the overcrowded and under-oxygenated dressing rooms of the rabbit-warren back stage area. After accidentally, and literally, bumping into a rather reserved Eric Clapton, I was given an empty black bag by my friend Jaime, the Dressing Room Ambience Co-ordinator. Jaime gave me strict instructions to 'take care' of all the left-over booze from Stewart Copeland's dressing room and, needless to say, whatever we failed to drink on-site was dutifully emptied into the bag.

Anyway, enough of that. I’ll leave you with some wanderings n' wonderings. I do like a walk around Hackney. Here's just a couple of my camera phone photos from this week.

We can all learn from this building which manages to look heroic even when it's falling apart.

Is this simply an abandoned brolly, or was someone just beamed up?

So I know the internet could be all about giving the mic to the little guy- but I just love this new Sony PlayDoh Ad. Corporate can do creative.

Winter may be coming but the rabbits think it's Spring. Try not to love them.

Don't forget the first-ever hot new bite show is up TODAY and there will be a new one up every Tuesday all over the world.

Just to clarify, that's not some strange kind of voodoo ritual we're acting out in our living room in the opening shot of this week's show. In fact that's me initiating Antonya into the wonderful world of Egyptian dancing. I've been an avid fan of this new and exciting dance craze since the beginning of summer, when I decided the red, sweaty-faced and flared-nostrils gym look isn’t for me, but a bit of exercise definitely is (needed). So...

I hunted down an Egyptian ('belly') dancing class at Pineapple Studios in Covent Garden, London, and have been a devoted beginner ever since. It's harder than it looks: that simple move I’m demonstrating there (technically known as the ‘out-up-around-down’, with hand movements) has taken months of practice. As you can see I’m nearly there, and it looks...erm...great.

The class is for absolute beginners, so you don't feel like a twit, and every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday evening you learn exactly the same routine to make you feel like a pro. It's a great, gentle form of exercise that gets your tummy, side and thigh muscles flexing and a nice, healthy, inoffensive sweat going. It’s a mental work-out as well, as it teaches you to think 'in the way of the Orient' and move your body in an altogether more feminine way. Mmmmm.

Go along with your friends, learn your moves, do your homework (yes, there is homework), and break out a different kind of dance routine on a Friday night. And as Asmahan, the fascinatingly enchanting and kooky instructor assures me, you'll have them eating out of your hand. (If you see me walking down the street with a strained expression and a moist brow, I'm practising my tummy rolls.)

So get down there! Or enrol in a class near you. You have my word, so help me 'bite', it will transform your life - just ask Antonya.

Just wanted to clear that up.

Amy

It's not all glamour, I'm not always working as fridge-cleaner to the stars as mentioned in my last blog. In fact, a rather serious bout of bad-hair day earlier in the week was just what I needed to keep me inside and bring out my inner Domestic Goddess.

My deep love of food makes me a passionate and energetic cooker. My lack of skills in the kitchen and general domestic idleness, however, mean I would much rather skip the hard work and the mess, and be taken out for dinner. Anyway, I couldn't venture out with the hair, and took my inspiration from a recent trip to the 24-hour bagel shops on Brick Lane (if you haven't been and you live in London- I wonder what you do on those crazy nights out which leave you scavenging for food at 4am?)

Anyway, having found this apparently authentic recipe on the web,

I set to work mixing flour into yeasty, beer-smelling water with bare-handed alacrity. After combining all necessary ingredients and spending thirty minutes slooshing around up to my elbows in the apparently unchanged wateriness, it became clear that something was wrong. A re-read of the recipe formally revealed I was in fact using the wrong kind of flour (beware young chefs, there is more to flour than meets the eye) and, as is often the way with my culinary creations, I had no choice but to deviate from the recipe like a rogue cyclist falling out of line in the Tour de France. Except the French can cook.

Hunger, and a small alcoholic beverage, spurred me on until the contents of my mixing bowl began to thicken, at which point I spent a full half hour laughing myself silly over the sticky stringiness of the dough-mess which clung unrelentingly to my hands/arms/clothes/face/house and gave me the distinct feeling of being a Boris Karloff body double from The Mummy.

Pleasingly, it turns out that if you substitute Bread Flour for an inordinate amount of Plain Flour, you can still end up with a big doughy lump that eventually sticks to itself, and not to you. At 2am, I was rather surprised to find myself the proud progenitor of these little babies:

Which unfortunately were so hard I shall be keeping some in my handbag for self-defense, but none the less I think they still illustrate that beautiful things can come from those unexpected Boris Karloff moments.

Talking of the great Mr K reminds me that Halloween is coming up next week which is one of my favourite annual events (mostly to do with the colour scheme), so my next blog will be full of ideas for some ghoulish goings-on.

The HEAT magazine feature on bite looks fantastic! Was so excited, I sent a text round to all of my friends telling them to buy it! (Yep, how sad!)

Been busy driving around London filming, and treated Esther (my car!) for a long overdue wash! (obviously it's female... Again very sad, but I'm a real cornball when I want to be!)

In between filming, lots of things have been happening on my 1Xtra show with Trevor. Kelly Rowland from Destiny's Child came into the studio to see us, and I also got the chance to interview Soul Diva Chaka Khan! Showbiz Showbiz!

Off to the Theatre tonight to see Christian Slater's new play Swimming with Sharks, will let you know how it goes!

Zena x

Not all trends are good!

Here we go again...another silly trend. Things couldn't just be left with the 'swallow cotton wool to become a size zero?!' obsession, no no. Couples are now the target of the latest craze creeping across the water. Question - how would you feel about sleeping in a separate bedroom from your spouse? Sound good? Really??

Surely there is nothing a newly married couple love more than the thought of jumping under the covers on their quest to married bliss. But, what if the latest marriage advice stated that the secret to a happy future was to sleep in different beds?! 'Whatever!' Ok, maybe a silent night alone, freedom to adopt any shape possible in the comfort of a surrounding sausage roll shaped duvet is greatly appealing for those who are constantly woken by grunts, groans and mobile phones (...John from the office). But these bad habits are are sure to be compensated by cuddles.

Supposedly this new trend is to encourage couples to spend more quality time together during the day however, this would almost be impossible with the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Bedtime gives couples the opportunity to off load their troubles and spend quality time together. I mean, come on, the root of this fad probably stemmed from some dude who couldn't get any and insists, in his jealous state, that bedtime is time to be alone.

Just imagine this - Valentines Day, new dress, beautiful roses, lovely food, fine wine, home time, 'party time', bedtime...separate beds! A little exaggerated, yes, but you see my point. And this is for the good of your relationship? I know for a fact that if I had a boyfriend who left the comfort of cuddles to nod off in another room I would be RAGING! I do also know however, that maybe I would be that little bit more comfortable but there is something about waking up beside someone you care about - it's nice. So how would this separation really bring you closer together? I can only see rocketing mobile phone bills from texting each other through the walls!

Yes, of course I understand why busy mothers and business men would like some space in order to prevent everyday tensions coming between them, and I guess the longer you have been married the better this idea sounds. But, I would have thought that couples with busy routines would relish the nighttime togetherness and conversation when relaxing side by side. When I was a wee lass I often heard my parents talking and laughing through the thin wall in my room like a comforting drone. It was nice to know that my parents actually spoke to each other! I definitely would have found it confusing if mum and dad slept in different rooms when they hardly saw each other anyway.

Well, maybe you think I do not have the right to comment fairly but I do honestly think however, that if you are really deeply in love with someone, the idea of waking up beside that person is a valuable thing (you feel sick yet?) - just use separate blankets to avoid hogging! But if that all seems too perfect and you 'really' need to sleep alone: find yourself a suitable flatmate for fun!

Laura x

In my Halloween diary is:

Release the Bats is a mini ATP (All Tomorrow's Parties) event happening this weekend. Lots of lovely noise bands playing if that's your thing, I'm a particular fan of Deerhoof, who let you download a whole album's worth of tunes free from their website.

If you're having a costume dilemma, and you're feeling too vibrant for donning all-black, make your way to this website I came across which generates ideas for Halloween characters.

Here are a few I liked the sound of:

Cloud in a Jumpsuit
Latin Bald Sushi Chef with Hooks for Hands
Undead Lacerated Banana in a Mask
Vandalized Spoon in Gang Colours
Purple Asthmatic Genie with an Udder
Pile of Excrement at a Rave

Not forgetting that the London Film Festival is on until 1st November, I dragged my boyfriend to a Julie Delpy double-bill at my favourite cinema, the Rio in Dalston. I like it because it's small, local and Art Deco.

And with regards to the second film, Two Days in Paris, although in retrospect I think just one day in Paris would have sufficed, it's hard not to be inspired (and slightly intimidated) by Ms Delpy having written, directed, edited, scored, produced and acted in the film. Go girl.

Continuing on the theme of Art Deco cinema, I just found out that the Odeon in Leicester Square has its original organ from the 1930's. This is a picture of it in all its green glory:

It rises out of the floor and apparently they have it playing during silent movie screenings. Anyway, I'm investigating further on how to get tickets...

That's all for now - make sure you catch me in the new episode of bite!

Ami x