Saturday, 25 June 2011

Where am I?

The sun is out, and I've had one white Russian, one blue lagoon and a rabid dog.

The mud incident is mostly forgotten (except for the grime beneath my fingernails)  and I'm gearing up for flogging Molly in a little.

I really can't wait. Apparently Phil Jupitus described it as 'ten thousand people in a lift'.

Even taking a tumble into the mud turned out to be awesome. Lots of people were sympathetic, I got to rock a LBD and buy a new bag without guilt.

Sorry, 'the'. No Coldplay for me. It's Flogging Molly all the way.

Apparently my sister papped Bono, and possibly Angus Deyton. 25 degrees tomorrow? Bring it.