This morning I opened my post and found a cheque for £2250. YAY! It is my compensation for this almost-year of health-beef since that accident in my previous Hundwagen. Brilliant. MONEY! It is all mine! I have it on a piece of paper but tomorrow it will be on its way to becoming REAL MONEY and then it will all be spent. Straight away ( Read more... )

Just put my make-up on and cried it all off again. Fuuu ( Read more... )

...if I'm doing the right thing. I went drinking on Friday at my local-pub-to-be, all unexpectedly like, and had a great time. I went to Fallout last night and sat on the sofa in the front bar for most of the night, panicking about money, and I'm sitting here now panicking about money... which is silly, because I'm well on my way to scoring a few ( Read more... )

So I have a business partner. Oh my gosh! Tamsin has been my friend for 17 years. We met in year 7 at school and we've always walked dogs together; we used to take all her neighbours' dogs to the Forest for no money at all, and we'd talk about how we wish we could do it for a living when we grew up! She's going to start on the 1st November and is ( Read more... )

Muse gigs. Great stuff. I can't... oh my dog. Just amazing. I'll probably write it up fully when I ceebs.

Actually we all know that's never going to happen, so in a nutshell: Muse rocked my world again, twice; brilliant Twatlighty cheese (I Belong to You!) on the first night and I cried all over my face because they played Ruled by Secrecy, Bliss ( Read more... )

I can't believe I didn't think to book anywhere to stay for the Wembley gigs on the 10th & 11th September. Oops. Looks like I'm gonna have to shell out for an 'otel room. Actually that would be kinda nice. Birthday present to self, tbh. I have been so epically busy these last couple of months. So much to be planned and paid for and organised and ( Read more... )

I had an emo weekend. I don't think I'm going to go into it. FML ( Read more... )

That damn song has been in my head all day. It will make me crazy, I swear.

I'm reading Michael Palin's diary and he's recorded everything, and it reminded me that that's how this thing used to be - a proper personal journal. I want to look back and remember what I actually got up to each day as well as just what I thought about things at the time ( Read more... )

I am ( Read more... )

I am so knackered. ( Read more... )