Saturday, July 29, 2006 

Every little helps

Today I am mostly listening to: See below!

Aren't MP3 players great? Where else can you start in Leeds with CUD - Strange Kind Of Love, travel over the water to the home of Chicago Blues to hear BB King - Help The Poor, pop back over the water to the midlands to The Wonderstuff - Ruby Horse, then time travel back to 1995 to De'Lacy - Hideaway, going via Havana for a bit of Buena Vista Social Club - Candela, and finally make it back to France for Les Rhythmes Digitales - Jacques Your Body? I know I've said it before, but I reckon random all play is an excellent invention.

Anyway, I’ve digressed. I went to stock up on festival provisions last night. Don’t ask why, but at 9:30 pm I decided to go to Tesco (the Mrs was getting battered in the pub at the time). I managed to come back with some noodles, a frisbee, some pikey red wine in a box (it’s 13% alcohol though, so don’t knock it until you’ve tried it), and some cans of sausages & baked beans.


I’m starting to worry about how I’m going to carry it all though. I don’t reckon TLG’s trolley will be able to carry all the provisions, plus the tent, the airbed, the stove (which I still need to buy) & the chairs. At this rate, it looks like we may be making more than one trip from the car to the campsite. I’m just hoping there are no major hills to navigate. Coming from the flat lands of Cambridgeshire, I’m not used to mountain climbing.

Anyway, with the amount of stuff I have lying about my flat, anyone would have thought I’m going away for 5 months, not 5 days! Honestly, there’s Tesco bags, Argos bags, Morrison’s bags everywhere. And I don’t really know what I’ve bought and what I haven’t. All I can say is role on Thursday, when it will be too late to worry about it.

It's that time of year again

14:50 | |

Thursday, July 27, 2006 

Chill Out

Today I am mostly listening to: Pink – U and Ur Hand

I'm going to a festival. To be more precise, I'm going to The Big Chill. I've never been to a festival before so it's going to be an experience (I'm also going with a bunch of lesbian’s so it'll be an experience in more ways than one). I'm still compiling my extensive list of things to take, so if any one out there has any useful additions, don’t be shy in telling me.

Essentials (or so I reckon):
- Tent
- Torch
- Sleeping bag (I’d much rather take a quilt, but at least I did get a bargain at Argos)
- Pillow
- Air bed (no roll mat for me, I’m doing this in style)
- Toilet paper (I really don’t want to run out of that)
- Toothpaste (to keep my mouth nice and clean and fresh. I might also get a snog from the Mrs…)
- Towel (One of those micro ones. And very useful it is too)
- Dry hand wash (got to keep nice & clean)
- Baby wipes (See above – there are lots of 2-for-1’s at the moment as well)
- Waterproof jacket (I’ve seen a cow-print poncho actually & quite fancy one of those)
- Bottle opener
- Sun cream
- Sunglasses
- Hat
- Insect repellent (don’t want to little buggers getting their teeth into me)
- Earplugs (too right. I really don’t like to be rudely awoken from my beauty sleep)
- Eye mask (see above)
- Fold-up chairs (I just can’t sit on the floor, gives me a bad back)
- Stove (for the full-English in the morning)
- Plates/bowls/cups/cutlery
- Wellies (nice green ones, just hope I won’t have to use them)
- Book (for those quiet moments. I'm currently reading Birds Without Wings)
- Aerobie/Frisbee (I like to throw things around)
- Uno (it's a must)
- Backgammon
- Haribo (for when you get the munchies)

In an ideal world, I'd also like to take the following, but I don't think it's going to happen:
- Gazebo (to keep my delicate skin out of the vicious sun)
- Folding table (for the silver service)
- Cold box (to keep the champagne cold…)

Not really sure how we're going to manage to carry it all, but the Mrs reliably assures me that she has a trolley that will take it all. She's a veteran at festivals you see, having been to Glastonbury on a number of occasions she knows all about it.

I do have one problem though. What alcohol should I drink? Normally I'd drink nice cold white wine, or crisp ice-cold beer, but it's just not going to be possible to keep it cold. I like the idea of Pimm's, but again, how will I keep the lemonade cold? I just wish I drank vodka because that would be so easy, but ever since it got me completely battered as a 16 year old, I've really struggled to drink the darn stuff. I'm leaning towards red wine (pikey boxes I'm afraid) at the moment because at least you don’t need to keep it cold. But, I did have the idea of vodka & Vimto (not the cheeky variety), so think I might give it a go at the weekend.

20:38 | |

Friday, July 14, 2006 

Is she or isn't she?

Me and the Mrs have had a disagreement.

She says Amanda Donohoe is gay, I say she isn't.

I said she only thinks that because she once played a gay lawyer in LA Law (Amanda, not the Mrs). She insists she can remember when she came out though, and reckons I should ask an older lesbian because they're bound to know. I don't know any, so answers on a postcard please.


She's lovely

20:57 | |

Thursday, July 13, 2006 

Reasons to be happy

Today I am mostly listening to: CUD – Rich & Strange

It’s been such a long long time since I last visited my beloved blog & left a little deposit for you all to enjoy. But do not fret dear readers, I’m still here & I’m now attempting to write my first blog for 3 months.

I guess my complete lack of writing is pretty much down to the fact that I’ve been really happy over the past few months & simply haven’t felt the need to unleash my thoughts on the interweb. I’m still with the Truly Lovely G, and it all seems to be going along swimmingly. In fact, I’d almost go as far to say that I haven’t been this happy in a very very long time.

There have been no great momentous happenings, we’ve just done the usual things that couples do (yes, even female couples). But most of all, Truly Lovely G makes me feel special. From the texts I receive first thing in the morning, to the little inexpensive gifts that have been carefully thought about, it all adds up and makes me feel special, and that is something I haven’t felt in a very long time.

Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had a few little incidents, especially when we’re both suffering from PMT. Honestly, I never realised how bad women with PMT were. The simplest most innocent things are taken completely the wrong way (and I am guilty of that as well). It’s not until you’re that close to some one that you finally realise how bad PMT can be! (And I’m allowed to say that, I’m a woman!).

The only problem I have with the whole thing is the distance. On a good day she lives 2 hours away, on a bad day (such as a Friday) it’s at least 3 hours away. And however many times I do that journey I’m afraid it just doesn’t get any better. Mind you, the reward at the end is well worth it!

So there you go, there’s a brief history of the past few months. No doubt more will follow as and when. I promise.

She's happy (yes, I quite like her)

21:37 | |