Wet!

Today, I had a gorgeous lie in - no nosebleed for once - hooray! I'm so used to waking up admidst blood, so it was a nice change.

I received an email from my sister today re: the 'stolen' lunch:

"humm......Who's the thief...who's the thief....??

I suspect Faye. She came back from the pub late at night and that's when it went missing..Just to let you know that all I had to eat was a bowl of fruit and fibre for lunch because I was so busy and didn't have time to leave my desk...shame on you"

Originally this was sent to my parents and then forwarded onto me; unbelieveable. I made a passing comment on this to my mother in the car and she mentioned how Jack and Gail (my sister) had had a convo about it today. Apparently Jack was on my side though, as my mum quoted it; "I can't say anything or Faye will hit me!" - cheers Jack!

Nando's today - bye Chris Cousins! Actually, that is really sad, Manchester is way too far away - come back!

Went to Rise Against with Greg tonight at the Mean Fiddler. Nice, pensive journey, thought about Blake's London as I wandered through the chartered streets, near where the chartered Thames doth flow. I didn't mark in every fayce I met, marks of weakness, marks of woe though. In fact, I thought it was quite lively.

I got there and immediately purchased a Carlsberg, £3.20 - outrageous. The first band weren't great, only redeeming feature was that the guitarist was real hairy. A Wilhelm Scream were enjoyable enough and Rise Against were rad. Greg's sweaty shirt was absolutely rank and almost a gaggable offence when he rinsed it out and it dripped like a biatch. His fingers were also wrinkly where he had been so wet - disgusting, I almost literally heaved - no offence.

Journey home - pleasant enough. 60 years of being in the UK (bank of India apparently). As soon as I stepped off of the train, realised it was absolutely tippin it down so asked mama d to escort me home in the wagon, which brings me here. Yes!