I may have mentioned Kitty, Daisy and Lewis at Glastonbury once or twice. So, I thought it would only be right that I share some snaps with you. Sunday lunchtime; we warmed ourselves up with Fisherman’s Friends and then headed up to the Fields of Avalon. Hottest tent ever (paper plates make great fans). I loved it.
No prizes for guessing where I’ve been. I worked like a nutter in the week leading up to Glastonbury (my pay-packet handily landed smack bang in the middle of the farm). And then we went to Glastonbury. And then we came back on Monday. And then I’ve been recovering. And now I feel ready to talk. Of course it was wonderful, if a little hard work on the mud/sun front. Lots of pictures to come. And talk of breaking through a fence to see Jarvis. Finding hidden treasures in the Bimble Inn. Falling flat on my face on my way in. Popping to Cuba (ok, Cubana) for cheeky mojito sugar-fixes. And eating an obscene amount of pies. You know, just the usual.
Our Glastonbury tickets have just arrived. On a Sunday! It’s a very peculiar process, but exciting nonetheless. This time in ten days we’ll be cooped up on a coach, sitting in dreaded motorway traffic somewhere or other, itching to set our feet on the farm of our dreams and get an eight-point-three-per-cent strawberry cider in our paws. We simply cannot wait. Obviously, it’s all about Kitty, Daisy and Lewis for me.
…that all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity, like emptiness and harmony, i need someone to comfort me…homeward bound, i wish i was homeward bound.
Have concluded that I must tweet less if I am to blog more. So many of my ideas are frittered away in throwaway tweets when they could be better spent on here. I mean, you’d love to hear more about my hangovers and the like, wouldn’t you? And my penchant for chips, my weather reports, my mooching, my obsession with Made In Chelsea (yes, you may roll your eyes at this point), and, of course, the fact that I saw Paul Scholes on a big red bus yesterday and then heard the news that he has retired today (unrelated, obviously, but of great interest nonetheless). I’m sure you would.
I’ve got an afternoon off today. Lovely. Am going to drink iced coffee, eat fruit, watch catch-up telly, read all those papers/magazines which are stacked up beside my bed so far un-read and make Glastonbury-lists. Yes, you heard – GLASTONBURY LISTS. Eeeeeeeep! I’m doing unbelievably well in not hyping it up (probably because I want to lose about a hundred pounds before it and I actually wish I had more than three weeks in which to do so). Lists I will make, pounds I will probably not lose. BLAH.
I had a spam comment yesterday which enthusiastically stated: “this blog is extremely cool! how can i make one like this!” Yes, double exclamation. I wasn’t fooled for a second.
So, how does one make a blog like this? These days, I’m not quite sure. Metaphorically speaking, I’m uninspired. Physically speaking, I’m having a ‘mare. My primary concern is the fact that the font on the blog is showing up differently on my laptop to how it is on the computer. The laptop is showing how it should/always has looked whereas the computer is doing something horrible to it. The boy has fiddled with the firefox settings to bring it back to nearly-normal, but it’s still not right. So, I’m a little (translation: a lot) concerned that you are all viewing the blog in this new, bogging, firefox-update format. So, if this is the case, just so you know, it’s NOT HOW I WANT IT TO LOOK and you should all fiddle with your settings so that my blog looks right again. THANKS.
That’s it, folks. Like I said, I’m a little uninspired. I finally finished that mammoth novel I was involved with (Shantaram, if you must know) and now feel like there’s a bit of a void in my life. Also, don’t you think I’m doing a grand job at not mentioning the unmentionable thing which is a feeble four weeks away? (Actually, 3 weeks and 6 days, if we want to be pedantic). Will ye go, lassie go.
…i can hear the flowers a’growin’ in the rubble of the towers.
Weekend off. Pastel yellow nails. Cava. A casual play-off final. A birthday brother. A Booze Britannia. Must get some sleep. Oh and this is top 30 material – just to settle my excitement. Get a load of it.
I seem to have lost my blog voice a bit this week. Nothing new, I suppose. Not much to report, anyway. I’ve been working, eating things I shouldn’t, trying not to bleed money everytime I leave the house, delivering unwanteds to charity shops – all whilst being smack bang in the middle of a 933-page-novel which is super addictive. I’m having to fight the desire to hibernate with it (plus the unceasing desire to flick to the last page and read the last sentence of the book – am I the only one who suffers this torment?). This book is providing a welcome distraction from the drudgery of job-hunting; I see it as feeding my mind and preparing my soul for more of the same. Far-fetched? Probably. And now, an entirely irrelevant but entirely pleasing picture, just because.
I doubt I need to explain why I love these so much. They’re perfect. A cacophony of pattern.
