Oh golly, I’ve not blogged for ages, and so much has happened.
Firstly glastonbury.
It was ace. My favourite things were in the cabaret and circus fields. My least favourite thing was driving home in the pouring rain through the night and being covered in mud.
I saw. Four poofs and a piano
The Coral
Lily Allen
The Who
Super Furry Animals
The Go! Team
The Noisettes
A naked man juggling a chainsaw
A kazoo marching band
Nizlopi
Mark Thomas
Marcus Beigstock
Barry Cryer
Mitch Benn
Tony Benn
The Waterboys
The National Youth Orchestra
I had reflexology and my astrology charted. I drank a lot of wine and cider and perry. I walked miles in the mud. I learnt to pee standing up. I ate free food from the Hare Krishner people. I got very wet. I sat in a river of mud (on a chair thankfully). I helped a girl who had taken too many drugs who was dancing on her side lying in the mud. Much fun was had by all.
Other things.
I saw Jocelyn and played the piano (badly!), sang (loudly) and played bongos (ferociously!), though I might have mentioned that in my last post, I can’t remeber.
I know a little more where I’m going to be working in August, and it should be a nice place.
I’m off on holiday to Ireland on Saturday, and I’m really looking forward to a nice relaxing time.
My house is covered in mud and smells like a wet tent (not surprisingly really). I have put things in the washing machine that I didn’t realised could be washed, like wellies and all sorts of camping equpitment.
And now I’m going to the hairdresser.
However it feels ages since I’ve seen my friends properly (expect the glastonbury people, but I didn’t really see much of them as we were all doing different things). I’ve not seen Paula or Kate for what seems like months (and may actually be months in the case of Paula). Work is ok, but I seem to have to do too many on calls. I miss my friends. Also mum is in Canada, so I miss her and there’s stuff I really need to talk to her about, and she gets back when I’m away! Sigh! And it was Gordon’s birthday last weekend and Kristie’s this weekend and I’ve got neither of them presents (but have managed to send cards on time).
There are pleanty of more things I should have done, but writing a list of them is 1) not getting them done 2) boring for you and 3) depressing for me. Think I’ll go and eat lunch instead.