1. Sum 41.
I went, it was super-brill-face and I think that it's one of the best gigs I've ever been to. The support band were shite and I didn't see much of Sum 41 because of having to leave early (bloody trains), but I still had a good time. Great prize and great birthday treat! :) Even though walking round London, Euston station in particular (Euston, we have a problem!), reminded me of Pooka. To think, I won the same tickets two years ago, and if I hadn't been so dim, I could have been at this gig with him - but fuck it, I've told myself not to be upset, and I won't.
I got some good things in the post recently. First of all, new bank card and security pack to unlock it, which is good. Second of all, I got my "I Believe In A Thing Called Love" DVD (sadly not the EP - I would have to sell my left arse cheek on eBay to get that), a birthday present I bought myself. Hey, if I bought myself a lurvely Kinsella book as a leaving present at the end of Farleigh, why can't I buy myself a nice birthday present too? Anyway. Third thing was a "Fakefags" packet. I didn't buy myself that, and I have no idea who did. I asked Morty if it was him, but he said it wasn't. It's got to be Joe Bilbow or Meghan. I shall have to ask both. Whoever it was - thanks!
3. Besterest news of all!
Saving the best till last - I GOT MY FUNDING! Now this is super-brill-face, seriously SBF. I'll be going to Rookery House as soon as possible. I'm a little bit afraid of being back in Somerset just in case I see anyone from Farleigh, but fuck it, it's a different place. It's inevitable that I'll want to visit Farleigh at some point - maybe I'll just ask a few people to meet me in Radstock (Rikki, Scott and Charlie will want to go to Wireworld, and I can ask Pete and Lindsey over to the house) rather than going down to Farleigh itself. When everything is suddenly going so well, I'm not in the mood to face Robin and his weak little followers.
Meh, that's enough.
- b.k. x