Back In Business

This week has been fantastic. As in AMAZINGLY fantastic, mainly due to what I've seen of it being so deliciously new and foreign, looking out of wider eyes into a broader horizon. It has only been 10 days since exams finished, yet it feels like I've squeezed within that time enough events to keep a year occupied. Almost...

Yes, right, so from my last post written just over a week ago, Monday has been busy, Tuesday has been extremely eventful, Wednesday also (if you count the early hours of the morning as well), Thursday indeed, Friday too and Saturday big time. Not forgetting today.

BUT THE MOST IMPORTANTLY IMPORTANT NEWS: last night I was casually checking all my email accounts, as you do, and found a neat little message from hmv saying that I'VE WON TICKETS TO SEE LA ROUX! Yes, ME, who doesn't win anything, EVER! Even though there were 1000s of tickets up for grabs, this is still incredible. The only thing is, with Dan away in Ayia Napa, who to take...

This is even more exciting as I now consider myself an experienced La Roux fan due to my La-Roux-gig-virginity being broken last Tuesday. I love her/them. I think I could muse on this subject forever. And I swear that we ever so nearly met them as well - walking past the backstage entrance and all that. But you know, my hopes are now pinned on Wednesday! Camden ain't the beachy, amusement parky, clean sea airy place of Southend, but I'm beginning to like London more and more.

So to London Dan and I went on Monday where we wondered wistfully around Soho in the evening feeling depressed that the last train had cursed us. Although this was a good thing as we (Dan, Becca, Emma, Hannah and I) had an early start in the morning accompanied by a fun-filled drive to the seaside. I honestly was so proud of myself. We only managed to get lost a maximum of 3 times altogether, even including the drive back home which concluded at 5am. But what now surprises me is why I haven't been put off driving forever.

The Mousetrap by Agatha Christie in Leicester Square was great on Friday too; albeit, for my liking, slightly overacted in parts, too many fill-in-the-gaps scenes, and occasionally cringe-worthy script. However, I am very willing to dismiss all of these things because it's Agatha Christie, and of course I now feel educated about how mid-1900s theatre worked. It can't have the longest ever continuous performance for nowt.

Ah, now Saturday. I cannot even begin to express how much I love The Granby! It feels like home, you know? This could be perhaps due to a sense of real belonging, or alternatively, merely because it's such a sex-fuelled place; what gay bar couldn't be with 80% of its goers being 10 times more sexually aware than others? Okay, those aren't accurate figures but you get the picture. I like it when it sounds like I know what I'm talking about.

Tired nooow. But inspired by the National Portrait Gallery on Friday, I am happy to say that I bought a sketch book. Not to draw in, mind; I haven't suddenly turned that far. I don't know - perhaps it's the real blank canvas of an entire book of plain paper as opposed to lined which promises something with possible potential. I wrote something and FINISHED it, so I may share my productivity soon if I read it again and decide it's reeally worth it!

Niiight