A long time without writing means I have forgotten how to entertain. This is coupled with the delights of being mothered in my native -shire, and the onset of swine flu. Consequently, I am not at my literate best, but I shall try my hardest not to fall asleep.
This has been the month of great adventures! A trip to New York to stay with our token American, Anthony (me and Holly braved the looonnnggggg flights). Needless to say, we had the best time ever, acting like true tourists doing all the sights of the city (Anthony was only slightly nervous at the top of the Empire State Building). I got terrorised in Jekyll and Hydes - an amazing gothic-themed restaurant - and was feet away from Robert Pattinson at one point (unbeknownst to me, alas!)
Upon our return, we had to wait only a few hours for our bags, which had decided to stay in London for a bit, then home to recover from the nasty jetlag which forced me to stay awake long into the night.
Next stop, Latitude Festival in Suffolk, which was lovely apart from the occasional torrential downpour and horrid night shifts. However, the saviour came in the form of ladies in vintage aprons, serving us tea with honey and home made cakes, which were d-i-v-i-n-e. Myself and Holly found further salvation in cheap wine, disco dancing and the Pretenders...a good weekend overall. We even managed to wangle a wee in the backstage toilets, which had MIRRORS and SEATS and REAL FLUSHES. Oh, how the other half live.
Now I'm home for a few weeks, stocking up on food, paracetamol and cash in the form of part-time work in kids clubs and art galleries. I am keeping this post short and sweet, assuming anybody is reading, as I feel the uncontrollable urge to be sick. Not from how rubbish I am at writing, but the effects of swine flu without Tamiflu.
Until next time...(if there is one - I really am not feeling fantastic)