life

space travels in my blood, there ain’t nothing i can do about it

Today consists mostly of homemade strawberry and apple smoothies – my new obsession, don’tcha know. I panic sometimes about not eating enough fruit (I panic sometimes about a lot of things), so smoothies are the current solution. I’ve got major amounts of reading to catch up on: both Saturday and Sunday’s newspapers, plus the as yet unopened copies of Vogue and Harper’s beside my bed. That doesn’t look like it’s going to happen today though as I’m also right in the middle of an application form, which will no doubt turn out to be fruitless (me, cynical? Never.) I’ve also got to work later, so hopefully I’ll read something when I eventually fall into bed. Rediscovering The Only Ones – Another Girl, Another Planet, has added some much need joy to my day though. I was once infatuated with this song but it seemed to slip off the radar somewhere along the line and I haven’t listened to it for years – you’ll be pleased to know it’s still as good as the first time I heard it. Just to further complicate my day, I keep googling potential new haircuts (I’m just flirting with the idea) and Chantal Goya is the only one who seems to have it just right. We’ll see about that though. Cor, this is a long old paragraph. Smoothies and reading and applications and work and songs and haircuts. Whatever next, eh?

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life, music

oh, is this the way they say the future’s meant to feel?

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.

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life

please clap your hands and stamp your feet

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.

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