lukey

bloody knackered, me. i hate trains. this weekend, my feet have touched the ground in three districts of manchester, stafford, birmingham, bristol, swindon and london. i have been to possibly the worst music festival in the world, ever (the move festival - avoid, kids, like the fucking plague) in the name of work and i have just bitten a peppercorn in my mouth. it's been there since swindon station i think. eugh.

thank you to you lovely luck-wishing people. teenagekicks_: you can have my flat if you like; you might like to get rentokil onto the nasties though.

and hello xPistolx! i'm glad you joined. yay!

if anyone's interested, this is why i was at the most fetid, commercial festival ever: my work!