Oh My God……….I have had the maddest few days. My brain appears to have turned into some type of soup and I can’t summon up the energy to write properly so here’s a quick recap. In the last week I have:

Lost my bankcard, got a new one and then lost that too.

Seen four bands and a theatre show.

Been to a multi-arts event in hackney

Been to the After Skool club and Candy box

Blown ALL my savings

Consumed approximately; 13 pints, four cocktails (mojitos), nine whiskeys, a litre of vodka (belonging to lorny who is on holiday) and half a litre of brandy. Oh, and two joints which is strange behaviour cos I hate smoking weed.

Not eaten hardly anything at all

Smoked a kazillion roll ups

Thrown up in club toilets purely so I could drink more whiskey.

Stumbled onto the nightbus five minutes away from home only to end up in fucking Stratford.

Missed my plane to the highlands of Scotland. (Bad Jess)

Been to the curry house for breakfast on a Sunday morning.

Made friends with a DJ who is just like Richard E Grant in Withnail and I.

Missed my appointment with my personal trainer at the gym. (Good, who needs a fucking personal trainer anyway??)

Left Boo waiting for me outside After Skool for an hour and 20 minutes while I stumbled around in the club doing fuck knows what. (Bad Jess)

Pulled a delicious feathercut. (Ah yes, maybe THAT’S what I was doing in there)


So, as you can see, since Boo moved in we have wasted no time in consummating our regained flatmate status in the traditional style, ie…. getting completely off our faces every night of the week, never going to bed and never missing an opportunity for a social or cultural event. Now, this is very fun for sure, but I think I may die soon. It’s ok though, cos my mum’s coming to stay this weekend so hopefully we can do nice civilised things and I can chill out a bit and I won’t find myself in a smoky sweaty club by accident at any point.

Am not commenting on the war on purpose by the way. Except that I just did. I’m so fucking angry with Tony Blair for totally ignoring his people, it just makes you feel completely and utterly powerless. I don’t even want to think about it. Maybe that’s why I’ve spent the last week or so in an alcohol induced haze…..Nah more like I just love being in an alcohol induced haze. Which I most certainly do.

Anyways, time to sign off as I’ve gotta go and photocopy about a thousand flyers before the team arrive. (Photocopying is all I can manage today….sorry boss) Then am meeting Rix for coffee and muffins and a fat slice of humble pie, as it was him I was meant to meet in the highlands on Sunday morning.