So, aside from the fact that there are clearly not enough hours in the day to catch up on all the work I didn't do this term, life is peachy keen jelly bean. I even got to watch Eurovision with a gaggle of girlies, proper old-skool stylee. Once again, Rachel and I got excited at the prospect of the UK actually doing quite well ("Would you like ( Read more... )

I haven't really done much lately, other than laying around and generally feeling a bit rubbish. Although me and Tilly did make an amazing den in Gav's sitting room the other night, it was a masterpiece of engineering involving two blankets, a washing line, two door frames, a window and a chair. We sat in it and played hangman 'till Gav came back ( Read more... )

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Well then.

Paris was wonderful, obviously. It was four days of coffee and croissants, huge sunglasses, red wine, pouting and posing, singing in jazz bars, fondue, jumping train barriers and becoming French criminals, writing our own treaty of Versailles, 'Woman's Delight', bus tours, boat tours, pillow fights and singing 'Total Eclipse of the Heart ( Read more... )

I had a very lovely day yesterday, very lovely indeed. Firstly I met Team Crystal for brunch at Chris Martin's new (ish) cafe, which is vegan-friendly and reasonably-priced i.e. pretty class. Then we explored some charity shops (and H&M) before me and Jackie scuttled back to the vicarage to watch the entire first series of 'Shameless'. Six hours ( Read more... )

These I Have Loved

American breakfasts in Belle + Herbs.
Lesbian tea.
Jazz Cats in the future tense.
"Lauren fits perfectly into the Geordie-pseudo-Parisian stereotype."
'I Wanna Have Your Babies' by Natasha Bedingfield.
Toasting and fining.
"Bit of crap dialogue. Bit of sensationalist nipple. Flounce off in sunglasses."
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Me and Becca bought masquerade masks and wore them all day, pretending to be superheroes.


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Right  now, these people are my life. It is fucking brilliant. They are my favourite people to drink wine, smoke weed and watch lunar eclipses with.


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As of last night, A Woman of No Importance are no more. I'm genuinely sad about this. But, as final gigs go, it was pretty special.


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