Terribly chirpy today. Doesn't the sunshine just make life better? No teaching today, 3-day weekend and nothing to do all weekend - bliss!
Happy bank holiday all!
So Thursday was Infadels day, at ULU, and aside from it being a muuuuch bigger venue than last time, and the fact that I had work the next day and wasn't drinking, they were superb again. I had been planning to leave early (they didn't come on til almost 10!) but once they started I had to stay and dance til the end. That "I Like Your Head" song is just so catchy. Acoustic version of "One of These Days" was excellent too. Put the album on my headphones as I ran down Tottenham Court Road to get t
And they weren't hideous!! In fact, the 2 hours I spent with my form were almost pleasant (although they demanded a minute's silence for Steve Irwin, and it was the only time they were genuinely silent for the entire time ). Year 10 and year 9 classes were both thoroughly squashable (and even managed to work in silence for a bit!). The 10s are gonna be quite fun I think, just hope I can drag pieces of coursework out of them. A couple of characters but I think I can put up with them cos the re
Okay, so I know people say teacher's get tonnes of holidays, and it's true, we do. But I wish they were just a little bit longer First official day back at work today (sprogs return tomorrow) and I'm still thinking what the hell am I doing there but at least my classroom now looks all pretty and i've got timetables and set lists and stuff - rock and roll!
Anywho, I met David Ford last week and I swooned a lot and talked like a drunken twat, but he did sign my ticket thing saying happy birt
The next fortnight is relatively gigtastic compared to the rest of the year. In fact, the last gig I was at was waaaaay back in June (I think ). Sooo, I've got...
David Ford - The Borderline - Tuesday: Weeeeeeeeeee! Had a nightmare cos I didn't know about tickets until after they'd sold out (it was a tiny date at a bar with only 130 tickets on sale). Due to the floor collapsing, they moved it to the Borderline - cue extra tickets, a whole day and night clicking refresh and screaming at the
Well, that was interesing
Really glad I decided to go, albeit very last minute. Walking on to the site on Friday afternoon confirmed it was definitely the right decision. FF & Vicki were stars all weekend, saving me a camping space and everything and letting me harrass play with the most well-behaved one year old in the world (not to mention the cutest ) and looking after me when I was aimlessly wandering around. Was lovely to see loads of efesters on Friday at the meet (cider on an emp
Packing has never been my strong point - packing for festivals even more so. At least I have tent pegs so in the inevitable event of torrential rain at BDs, my tent won't get swept away I don't, however, have any babywipes, food, money or drink and I've lost my Hugoo which is very annoying! If you don't already know - this is a Hugoo:
(Woman not included)
It's incredibly squishy and wonderful for sleeping, which bearing in mind the enorrrrrrmous coach trip, could be a godsend!
But where
...is rather nice Despite everything that's going on in the world and my bank account, I'm a very happy bunique today. It's unusual. I could get used to it
Still pondering some kind of festival business... Need an image of a smiley scratching it's chin and frowning.
Severely worried that at 21 I've already become jaded and cynical where the media and the government are concerned. Is it all downhill from here then or will I have my faith miraculously restored?!
How addictive is it, reading other people's blogs? I mean, I've done the blogger and MySpace thing before, and apart from one friend in the States whose blog can make me cry laughing, I've never been that interested in reading what other people have to say. I guess it comes from "knowing" people on the boards (or in real life for a lot of 'em) that makes it more interesting. FF's tales of Erica's loveliness are a particular fave! I'm sure it also comes from being on holidays and mostly refusing
I hate being like this, as a I genuinely DO like my flatmate, but I've just got back from a week of being constantly surrounded by people (or more specifically, very chatty and mostly drunk Irish family members) 24/7 and I'm desperate for some peace and quiet. This morning was fine - flatmate and her visitor went out, house to myself, lazed around in bed, bliss. Now, just as I want to get up and wander around the house a bit, they're back and showing no signs of moving. I know I'm being terribly
