What a fantastic weekend!  Seriously, the gig alone made it worthwhile.  Anathema, My Dying Bride and Paradise Lost were all absolutely amazing. 

Do you ever get the feeling that, despite all your best efforts, you're not actually getting anywhere in life? It's a feeling I'm all too familiar with of late and I find it rather unsettling. I'm still surprisingly optimistic and looking at making some majors changes this year though, so watch this space.

I'm off work today, mum isn't feeling too good so is unable to watch the kids. It's weird playing at being a full time mummy again, I haven't done it since I was 19 and things have changed a lot since then. Ok so it's only for one day but it's been kind of nice not to have to rush off to work in the morning. So far today, I've dropped Krystian off at school, then me and Xan went to Lidls to pick up some cheap fruit and veg and came back into town. Had a bit of a mooch round some shops and resisted the urge to pick up a new book (only went in WH Smith and not Waterstones otherwise I proably would have done), we did however accquire 2 new goldfish which is something I've been meaning to do since ours died 2 months ago. When we got home Xan went for a nap and I got the old fish tank out of the cupboard and gave it a good clean, we'll probably name them when Krys gets home from school. I finally got a chance to do some cooking for the first time in ages (hidden vegetable pasta sauce) which xan loved, although not as much as Angel Delight for pudding. Got to pick Krys up from school in a bit, aside from that it's a bit of a lazy day really.

Socially things are rather quiet due to my extremely restricted budget at the minute, although I did manage to get out to see Meshuggah on Saturday night and I'm going to London on Friday for the Paradise Lost/My Dying Bride/Anathema show (luckily coach and hotel are all paid for already). Looking forward to Assualt starting again next month though, give me something to do on a Friday night that's relatively cheap. Although I'm not looking forward to the new influx of students, means it'll take ages to get served in the Subway down the road from work (what is it with students and Subway?) and the mugging rate will go through the roof round here (joys of living on a student-y road). Still, dunken freshers are always good for a laugh, if they're not utter twats that is.

Edit:  We now have names for the new fish, Harry and Bert.

I'm really not very good at updating this thing am I?  Don't think it's for a lack of things to moan about, I've got plenty.  I'm just sick and tired of moaning about work (working on finding a new job) and the other things (school admissions problem, tax credits screwing up, men/boys) are things that are beyond my control and only minor frustration in the grand scheme of things and are easily solved with a bottle of jager and dancing at the bus stop at 3am (Thanks D). 

So, at the minute, I'm at home drinking red bull rip off and listening to the Sonata Artica album I bought in town earlier. Surprisingly the first one I've ever bought despite liking them for a long time, brings back a lot of awesome memories, especially Fullmoon (Ah, the days of FMR and the Fullmoon dance craze which swept through Nottingham a few years ago, always good for a laugh).  So aside from nostalgia tripping, it's Damage tonight again.  I'm loving that Damage is on a Saturday night now, means I can actually go more often.  D and Charlie are coming over from Derby for the night as they've never been to Damage, so it should be a good night.  Then I'm planning on doing the Sp'easy quiz tomorrow night with Mark, his mate Al and Charlie if he's not working, anyone else who wants to join us is welcome (you'll have my mobile number/email so drop me a message).  

That's another major change in my life, Charlie and I have gotten back together.  Last year wasn't easy on either of us but we've gotten past it and stayed friends and we're giving things another go because I really care about the guy.  Although, so much for swearing I'd never date a student again. Charlie's on his 3rd year, hmph.  We're taking it slow but we are official now. 

Wacken tickets have gone on sale now, 130 Euros so not too expensive (cheaper than Download at any rate), I'm going to pick up a ticket when I get paid next month.  Also plan on getting a ticket for Bloodstock (£85, I think), so that's my festivals for next year sorted.  I don't think I'm going to bother with Reading and Download next year, they just seem to have the same bands play all the time and it doesn't really do it for me as a festival anymore.  I might do a day or 2 if something catches my eye but I'm not going to shell out £150 for a ticket when i can get my whole Bloodstock trip for that.  Hopefully I'll be driving in time for the festival season next year, if not it'll be train to Bloodstock and Plane to Wacken.

This week has been majorly hectic, Krys started school on Wednesday (my baby is all grown up!) and I'm trying to organise a load of stuff that I don't really want to be going into on a public forum.  Work amused me yesterday, I've been working on swab bench (came out of TB in preparation for going on urine bench next week) and we got a swab from the GUM.  Not overly surprisingly it was querying sexually transmitted stuff, but it was a throat swab (that's ok) and an eye swab (?!).  This led to some rather interesting conversations on how this young man ended up needing an STI test on his eye and whether it was possible to actually jizz in your own eye.  We also had a urine sample sent to us in one of those plastic eggs you get inside a kinder egg, which caused a certain amount of amusement.

So while I was taking a break from writing my epic Bloodstock entry I came across this:

http://www.time.com/time/2005/100books/the_complete_list.html

Time magazine's All-Time 100 Novels.  So being the enormous book addict that I am, I had a quick look to see how many on the list I had actually read.  It's 15.  I'm not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing.  I know I read a lot, just not necessarily what people say I SHOULD read.  So what if I like zombie books and horror/fantasy/urban fiction stuff?  I read for my pleasure, I read books I want to read, that I think will interest me.  I don't read to get more intelligent.  I don't read to look good or impress people.  I read because I enjoy reading and I don't need some pompous editors telling what I should be reading.  And looking at the list, I'm not impressed.  Where is 'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?' or 'Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy'?  Where is 'Jane Eyre' or 'The Shining'?  What about writer's like Murakami and Palahniuk and Robert Jordan?  Writer's who spend every single day spilling their guts onto the page so that millions of people can fall in love or hate with their characters.  Ok, I'm impressed that William Burroughs and William Gibson made it on the list (and the is one Philip K. Dick book on there, albeit not as good as '.... electric sheep?').  I think I may have to make up my own 100 best list, just to see how it compares.

Ok, rant over now.  

 Oh.  My.  God. 

I think it's entirely possible that bloodstock may have broken me.  I'm seriously hungover right now despite stopping drinking around 6 last night as I have to be at work in 2 hours.  I've been home since around 3.30 which wasn't too bad given the traffic getting away from site last night/this morning, so glad we broke the tent down and packed up when we woke up though.  I've had a couple of hours sleep at least.  Highlights of the weekend include, but are not limited to (I'll write more comprehensibly when I break out of this hideous state): Jagermeister, Summer Fruits Cider, Singing Turbonegro at 1am on the campsite at the top of our voices with 20 other people, Pringles, Napalm Death, Iced Earth, Keltic Jihad, Kataklysm, As I Lay Dying, Nightwish, At The Gates and Eluviate, Watching drunken GH (not so sure about the Karaoke, it was kind of like the sal on a Friday night, only on a larger scale, amusing none the less though).

Right, I need a coffee with a Red Bull chaser, then work.

Oh, I'm also back with Nate as well.

I really enjoy weekends where I get to sit at home and do bugger all except read and watch the kids play.  Sadly this hasn't been one of those weekends as I was in Sheffield up until a few hours ago.  Was good to get away from Nottingham for a while, albeit it only 1 night.  I seem to be at a loss of what to do with my nights out just lately, Rock City has gotten a bit samey just lately, especially on a Saturday night and Friday there is naff all to do except Sal or Tap.  I'm looking forward to the new uni term starting, at least then I'll have Assault to fall back on.  Damage was a good night but I wish they'd move it back to Fridays, or there was another decent metal night start up in Nottingham again.

I'm in the process of applying for several lab jobs around Nottingham, hopefully something will come of it as I'm sick to death of Queens.  It's gotten to the point where I know it's not the right place for me, just need to find out where is now.  That's enough job moaning, I'm even getting fed up of doing that.  I want to enjoy my job, not loath it.  I want to get up in the morning looking forward to work again.

Next weekend I'm going to be at Bloodstock on Sunday, really looking forward to it although I'm gutted that I couldn't get on the Friday to see Opeth.  I'm already planning festivals for next year.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to be going to Wacken, I just need to find out when tickets go on sale, then I'm booking as it's 20th anniversary one and some pretty big names are already being thrown around.  I also think I'm going to be going to Bloodstock for the whole weekend next year as well.  

I was talking to Abi last night about men and dating and very other stuff's when it occured to me that maybe I should start dating.  That's not to say I haven't dated guys and had boyfriends and such, but I tend to just stumble from one relationship to another and fall for friends or friends of friends.  It's really quite bizarre but with the exception of my ex and Charlie, I can't actually remember any other guy who I met in a club (or bus in Charlie's case) and just randomly got chatted up by and started dating.  I mean one night stands and flings, yeah.  But actual boyfriends, not so much.  I kind of miss getting to know a guy over drinks in the pub and waiting for phone calls, it's not the same when you already know a guy.  That said the dating game isn't really something I enjoy.  I'm not desperate to have a boyfriend but being with Nate has made me appreciate just how much I enjoy having someone around who gives a fuck about me (especially so since we split up) and how much I like having someone I give a fuck about.  I always swore I'd never be one of these single parents whose children have a string of 'uncles' but at the same time I don't intend to not date.  Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to turn into one of these sad middle aged mothers who bugger off down the local speed dating on a Saturday night while their teenage children look on in disgust.  I'm just painfully aware that I'm 22 years old and I've only had one real meaningful relationship and that turned out to be a total disaster.  I don't want anything special, I just want a fucking normal relationship with a nice guy who is attractive, intelligent and pretty good in bed, aged around 25-28 and not a total psycho.  Is that really so much to ask?

So, since I've got a bit of time to kill before the babysitter gets here and I can head into town I may as well update this thing.  Today I have mainly been receiving bollockings, playing with spit and hyperventilating in the company of attractive men.

Work was not one of the highlights of today.  I had the 'chat' with the big bosses and was told that if I don't sort stuff out with childcare then I can kiss my job goodbye, blinking bastards.  Anyway, hopefully things are ok now, mum is having Krys until he's better so I can work and then hopefully that'll be it for sickness for a bit.  

In regard to the actual work side of things, it wasn't too bad.  Although I could do with out receiving 10 cystics at 4.30 *sigh*.  Still managed to get out on time though.  I still really need a new job though.

In regard to attractive men....well......yeah.  First one of the day and a pretty embarrassing moment for myself was in TB lab this morning.  I was working in the cabinet with my back to the door and after hearing a knock I indicated that whoever it was wait a minute before coming (since I was playing with nasty stuff that could, you know, kill people if it got out).  Unfortunately, said person didn't wait until I said it was ok to come in, so I turned round saying "what part of wait a bloody minute don't you understand?" to be confronted by Dr Gorgeous (aka Ivo, one of the medics in my department and am aor crush of mine).  Bugger.  Of course my embarrassment couldn't possibly end there could it?  Of course not, as I had to go and get all tongue tied trying to talk to the uber hot indie boy researcher in reception this afternoon.  At least I didn't catch the 5 bus home, otherwise I probably would have embarrassed myself in front of the hot indie boy who sometimes gets that bus.  Not a good day in all.  Tonight, at Damage I will probably make even more of an embarrassment of myself in front of attractive men.  It seems to sum up my life just lately.

I am so utterly pissed off at the minute.  I had to leave work at 12 today as Krys was not feeling very well so his nursery phoned me to come get him (he still has bloody chicken pox after 3 weeks and scabbing over several times  according to our doctor *ARGH!*).  When I went to speak to the floor manager, I was told that they were becoming concerned about my childcare situation and that the lab manager would want to have a word with me when I'm back (luckily tomorrow as my mum has stepped into the void).  Not.  Bloody.  Happy.  Its not like I'm even trying to skive or anything.  I've just had a run of bad luck with kids being ill and no emergency childcare.  Still, another bollocking for me tomorrow, oh joy.  That's if I can even understand a word George says, lol.

Aside from the whole work/life balance being thrown utterly out of whack by kiddy's the last week has been pretty uneventful.  Mainly tidying up my flat for the inspection next week, reading loads and trying to prepare for starting uni again in September.  As much as I've enjoyed the break of the last 2 months, I can't wait to get back to working on my degree.  I miss it when I don't do it, I like being busy.  And as much fun as getting drunk on ginger wine and playing Guitar Hero for 4 hours straight is, it really doesn't feel overly productive.  Not that I'm that keen on the whole staying up til 3am writing essays thing either but needs must, especially if I want to get my Phd (or at least masters) before I'm 30. 

I overlay this morning again, I don't know what's up with me just lately as I'm having real problems sleeping and/or getting up.  I ended up waking up at 8, 20 minutes after I would normally have left for work.  Luckily I managed to get in only 10 minutes late which I think was quite impressive.  Still, I want to avoid having to give the kids their toast on the walk into town, and I didn't get any breakfast at all which has totally fucked up my diet.  Note to self: drinking 3 bottles of lucozade in the space of 3 hours is excessive and doesn't help with sensible eating plan, nor does it help cure crippling caffeine addict withdrawl symptoms (god, my bloody head hurts). 

Main news of the moment is that I'm single again.  Nothing bad, just decided to be mature about things for a change and bring things to an amicable close before we end up hating each other.  At least this way, I still get to keep Nate as a friend, although we are giving each other a bit of breathing space at the minute.  

I've been toying with the idea of getting a new guitar recently.  Just having a look what is around on ebay as I don't really want to spend (nor can I afford to) more than around 50 quid, including any postage.  I've just been playing a lot of bass recently and kind of miss having a guitar to twat around with, despite having resigned myself to the fact that I am and utter shite guitar player unless someone talks me through exactly what to do.  Bass does seem to be my instrument of choice and I am getting quite good.  Also thinking of upgrading the bass as I want an Ibanez again (nothing wrong with my little red Yamaha, it's just not as good as my old Ib).  I keep drooling over the Giger basses I see, unfortunately my budget won't quite stretch to the £600 for one anytime soon.  I think after christmas I might be able to get some cash together to pick up a nice one, for now all my money is going on bills, saving to move, gigs and tattoo's.

Tomorrow night, I'm going to Damage for the first time in several months.  I'm also off up to Sheff on Saturday night, not quite sure what the plan is, if I'm meeting anyone up there or where I'm staying.  I just feel like I need a change from Nottingham and the same-old-same-old thing that's been going on lately.  Last week in Manchester made that abundantly clear.  I wonder if I'm starting to get a bit sick of Nottingham.  I mean, it is home, no doubt about that.  But I've been coming here on and off for 8 years now, I've never really embraced anywhere else.  And yeah, I've only been living here 8 months, but that's a bloody long time.  Since I first moved out of my folks place 3 years ago, I've only lived in one house longer than I've been in my current flat.  Maybe I'm just getting itchy feet.  I've also been really regretting turning down the brum job (after much debating, I did interview for it and subsequently get offered it), but I really felt I wasn't in a position to relocate halfway across the country.  I wasn't, in a practical sense, but I wonder if it would have done me some good.  Maybe I just need a change.  A new job would be nice. *sigh*

I am incredibly tired at the minute.  I think I managed to get around 5 hours sleep last night, which after a very late night and a lot of drinking on Saturday has left me understandably wrecked.  I don't think I'm an insomniac, I just don't tend to need a lot of sleep to function but just lately I have been so tired it's untrue.

The weekend was a good one.  I was at work Saturday morning so it was a case of up at 6 to get ready and pack kids off to grandma's for the day/night.    Work was.....tolerable.  I'm beginning to get really annoyed with my job again, may have to re-start the job hunt I think.  After work, I met Mark on the square and we went for a few drinks (I love the Malt Cross) and lunch in the Alley Cafe, before heading over to the Pit for a few cocktails down in the dungeon.  After leaving Mark around 4, I went home and grabbed my backpack of stuff before heading back into town to get the train to Manchester to visit Jack.  Had a very good, very drunken night.  I have only a vague recollection of stuff that happened, which is strange for me because I normally have an excellent memory for drunken escapedes no matter how drunk I get.  I THINK we went to Jilly's but I'm not sure as I was already quite sloshed having been drinking since 1 in the afternoon.  I remember singing and dancing with Jack's friend Reuben at the bus stop at around 3am.  I remember spending a lot of time on the dance floor as the music was very good.  I remember making malibu milkshakes at Jack's flat before going out.  I also remember, rather bizarrely, Jack and Reuben deciding to climb on top of a bus shelter and refusing to come down and having to bribe them with the promise of oral sex from myself or 'hairy' dave.  I also distinctly remember shouting at Jack "Be careful Jack, I don't do cripple sex" when he was climbing down from the bus shelter.

Sunday morning was spent very hungover, sitting on Jack's sofa drinking red bull at 9am and eating fish finger sandwiches because "the grease would stop us vomming."  Train journey home was not fun in the slightest, luckily I didn't have long to wait and had my fully charged iPod to keep me entertained.

Kids were back at nursery today, so I was back at work.  Didn't get too much of a bollocking for being off but I've used up all my holiday allowance for the year.  I need to do some house work as the flat is a bit of a tip (bloody toys), but I suspect I may fob it off for another night and read my new Ilona Andrews book instead.

I'm currently very demoralised by trying to find a new house as rent is stupidly expensive, even in bloody Radford or Lenton, desposits are also stupidly expensive (months rent plus another 1-200) and then you've got stupid estate agents fee's.  It's no bloody wonder I haven't bothered dealing with estate agents for the last year and a bit.  I don't need to pay them £100 to tell me my credit rating is shit and I've moved a lot in the last few years.  I do want to move by christmas but I really don't know if I'm going to be able to afford it.

Also, since a few people have emailed me (Jack, you dirty lurker, you), here is my gig schedule for the next few months:

Bloodstock (Sunday only) - 17th August

Meshuggah (Rock City) - 13th September

Paradise Lost, My Dying Bride, Anathema (Astoria? London) - 19th August 

*EDIT* Emilie Autumn (Barfly, Birmingham) - 3rd October *EDIT*


Feeder (Rock City) - 27th October

Damnation Festival (Leeds) - 22nd November

Opeth (Academy, Manchester) - 23rd November

New Model Army (Forum, London) - 17th December

This is subject to change/additions based on gash-ness of organisers or more awesome bands touring.  Those are my definites though (as in I have tickets ordered or stuck to my fridge).

Well, I spoke too soon.  We were back at the doctor's yesterday and Krys still has chicken pox.  Need to phone my mum and see if she'll have the darlings tomorrow or Friday so I can get back into work and have ANOTHER bollocking for having to have time off with my kids.  I'm getting really fed up with this, I feel terrible having to have time off but it doesn't help to know people are bitching about you because of things you can't help.  It sucks because I was really starting to enjoy the job again, now it's just doing my head in.

 This weekend I have mainly done.....bugger all.  Actually that's a lie, I've done quite a bit.  Just not of the stuff I should be doing.  I seem to be approaching critical levels of procrastination lately, even by my usual standards.  So, my weekend.  Out Friday night, with Jack who decided to make an impromptu visit from Manchester, managed to get my mum to babysit so we went out and had a few drinks and general catch up.  Saturday I stayed home, Nate was out with his mates and I still had a killer hangover so I just stayed in and chatted to some people on MSN while having a few ciders.

Today, I've actually been quite productive.  Done a load of washing up and put some washing through (I really need to do a load of ironing tonight though) and then went into town to do some shopping.  In Tesco I was highly amused by the young woman at the deli counter who had no clue what 400 grams was.  Seriously.  She asked me roughly how many slices (of ham) it would be and I had to explain to her that the readout on her scales was in KG so 0.4kg would be 400g.  I did however manage to pick up everything I needed, as well as some Toffee Crisp cookies and some nice pear cider (not bulmers, koppaberg I think).  I also had to go to Wilko's to pick up some toilet cleaner and some gardening gloves (for doing my window boxes, oh the glamour).  On my way back up past Victoria Centre I noticed the new TK Maxx/car park that has been built on Trinity Square and it finally dawned on me what it has been reminding me of for months.  A bathroom.  That's right, a bathroom.  The middle bit with all the tiles looks just like a shower enclosure and all the fancy frosted glass bits on the side look like something from a really posh bathroom.  I'm glad I've finally come to that conclusion though as it's been really bugging me because it reminded me of something but I just couldn't put my finger on what.

On another note, while hoovering under my bed on Friday I found my old phone.  So I'm back on my old number if anyone cares.  Most disgruntled with this find as I looked under my bed when I first lost it and couldn't bloody find it down there.  I cracked on my book buying ban on Friday as well and came home from town with 3 shiny new books (I really should avoid Waterstones, heh).  My hayfever is also being really irritating at the minute and I'm generally feeling pretty under the weather, not good since I'm back at work tomorrow (and hopefully I'll get to stay a whole day this time).  I'm also incredibly tired just lately and I haven't got a clue why.  I'm trying to cut down my caffeine intake but that wouldn't make me this tired would it?  I'm seriously crashing at around 5, feeling really lethargic and struggling to keep my eyes open.  I think I need a coffee.

Anyway, enough internet-based procrastination.  I need to see if the boys are getting up from their naps, feed them, bath them and play with them before bed time.  Then more house work tonight.  And I need to pot up my herbs on my windowsill.

 
Edit (11/07/2008):  Royal Mail finally decided to deliver one of my parcels today.  To the flat next door. Incompetent Bastards!

So, despite it being nearly 2 o'clock on a Monday afternoon I am not at work.  The reason for this being that I spent most of last night being thrown up on by a small child who still isn't feeling very well today.  So unfortunately I had to phone in sick, I hate letting people at work down but I'm kind of stuck if my kids get ill, what with being a single parent and all.  Anyway, the boys are in bed at the minute having naps so I get a bit of time to update this thing.

My weekend has been quite a good one actually.  Friday night, Nate came over.  We had a carribean take away (saltfish and ackee and curry goat are lovely), then went to the cinema to see the 10.40 showing of The Mist (Stephen King), which was actually rather good.  Saturday, was Carina's pyjama party thing so after picking up a pair of cheap Primark PJ's (I tend to sleep in band t-shirts), I headed over to Bilborough for a girly night of drinking, pizza and pringles.  Carina's little boy Leif is absolutely lovely and kept trying to get into the pizza box at every opportunity as well as toddling around with his little catwalk strut., which was very cute  Turn out was a little low (only 4 of us) but it was a good laugh, film was a bit pants (Forgetting Sarah Marshall) but I had fun.  Hopefully we'll do it again sometime, makes me miss having girly friends, since most people I hang around with are guys.

 Anyway, I left Carina's just after Becky did around 11 as I didn't know how the buses ran at night and there was a chance Nate was coming over when he finished work.  Met up with Becky again at the bus stop and it turned out we had a 40 minute wait for the bus so we walked down to the shops and phoned around for a taxi.  After a bit of larking around at the bus stop, with hasty swigs from the bottle of Jag stashed in my bag, the taxi turned up and I decided to head to Wildside with Becky as I had nothing better to do really.  Nate decided not to come over as it was late so I made the most of the night.  I  haven't been to Wildside in years (since it was at spiders in fact) so didn't really know what to expect, but I had a seriously good time, dancing to guilty pleasure music, swigging bottles in the toilets and just having fun hanging out.  I may have to go again next time it's on.  Although I did manage to make a tit of myself by slipping over because some git had spilt their drink on the floor.  I knew the second I put my foot down, I was going over and couldn't bloody stop it.  Ah well, wouldn't have minded if I'd been drunk but I was only a little tipsy.  Still I laughed it off, I've done worse, so no big deal.

Also, random moment in the toilets.  I saw a woman who had a Jasmine Becket- Griffith tattoo!  How utterly random!  Spent a bit of time talking tattoo's with her and she recommended a place in Melton Mowbray that did her inkwork so I may have to plan a trip there soon.

Sunday was spent horrifically hungover.  Vodka + Jagermeister + beer = stupid, stupid idea.

Although Sunday evening I had recovered sufficiently to go to Newstead Abbey with Nate to see Much Ado About Nothing.  On coming home everything was as it should be, until around 2am when Xan decided he was going to scream the place down and spend the next 3 hours sat on my knee throwing up on me.  As a result, I am very tired.  I've had about 8 hours sleep this weekend, which is bad even with my sleep habits.  I feel like a bloody zombie, and not in a good way,  I can't even be bothered to read because it feels like my eyes are going to fall out of their sockets.

And now for something a little different.............. a positive post about my job!

That's right.  I actually had a day at work where I thought of something other than how much I want to get the fuck out of the place.  I actually had a day where I learnt a lot and enjoyed it.  I mean, I like what I do, the actual in's and out's of my job.  But ordinarily I just feel this crushing depression ahnging over my head.  Today, I didn't.  Today, I was in TB training with Gemma and I actually really enjoyed it.  My sense of complacency has gone and I like my job again.  I'm looking forward to tomorrow so I can learn some more.  Maybe it helps that TB is shut off from the rest of the lab, it kinds of reminds me of Sterigenics back in the days when I first started.  Either way, I'm feeling really good about work at the minute.  Not so good that I'm not still going to keep my eyes open for other things, but I've lost the desperation to leave.  If this keeps up, I could quite easily make a year here.  Of course it won't but I can hope.

Damnation is just getting better and better.  Napalm Death were added to the bill tonight.  NAPALM FUCKING DEATH!!!!!!!!

Roll on November!

Well, I'm back from Download.

I'm tired.

I'm still drunk.

And now I'm off to bed to get some sleep.  Will post a proper update tonight when I am less buggered.