Note to self: BUY TRAIN TICKETS IN ADVANCE.
I just spent SIXTY POUNDS on train tickets home for next weekend. SIXTY POUNDS. And it's entirely my fault for booking so late that all the cheaper tickets had gone. Fail, self. See, this is why I never usually go home to visit my parents during term-time, but I have to go next weekend because it's my mum's degree show (she's in her final year of a part-time Fine Art degree) and I really want to see it. (Incidentally, my brother is also graduating this year - he's been doing a four-year course - plus I am, obviously. We're all going to be so fucking sick of graduation ceremonies by the end of the summer.)
In completely unrelated news, I got my special shiny Bandstock-holder-only copy of The Bachelor yesterday. Even though I still think the cover is unbelievably fug, all the packaging makes me kind of unreasonably gleeful, and it's signed! (#16! So I can only assume they've done in alphabetically by surname, because no way was I the sixteenth person to buy it.) It took me ages to find my name in the list of Bandstock investors - although I spotted michaelbush almost straight away - but I'm about two-thirds of the way down the second page. And apparently the album might actually chart? Awesome.
In completely unrelated news, I got my special shiny Bandstock-holder-only copy of The Bachelor yesterday. Even though I still think the cover is unbelievably fug, all the packaging makes me kind of unreasonably gleeful, and it's signed! (#16! So I can only assume they've done in alphabetically by surname, because no way was I the sixteenth person to buy it.) It took me ages to find my name in the list of Bandstock investors - although I spotted michaelbush almost straight away - but I'm about two-thirds of the way down the second page. And apparently the album might actually chart? Awesome.