It's a shambles

Received a phone call on Wednesday night - an invitation to a Babyshambles rehearsal that night, just around the corner from my flat. And I said no... It was Wednesday, I was tired.

I'm actually regretting not going now but I've put it out to the universe that I will be up for something like this in the future - just not on a school night, or when I'm tired. So let's just wait to see what happens.

It's 3.05pm on Friday, the day is dragging like you wouldn't believe. Probably because I've been awake since 5.45am with butterflies in my stomach about seeing High Contrast at Fabric tonight! It's taken me 29 years, 5 months and 11 days but by george I'm living out one of my more significant dreams 'in the nightahhhhh' to quote Andrew Stockdale (Wolfmother for the non-fans...).

Have a lovely weekend all - will report in on Monday with the tales of my polyester evening xxx