Okay so one post per month didn’t take into account how short Feb was.
How’s not drinking go Em?
Oh. My Christ. Not well.
I didn’t do a full Galliano but I did manage to drunkenly tell an Italian I couldn’t take him seriously cos I couldn’t stop thinking of Silvio Berlusconi. As a diplomatic faux pas I think that ranks at least a Prince Harry, if not a Philip. Gawwwwwwwwd. And he (the Italian) so handsome as well: what a mistaka to make, eh? (I’m doing it again, aren’t I? I shall stop now.) This was on the same night I managed to fling myself to the ground whilst running across the road in badly judged (but rather sexy) shoes. There was oncoming traffic. My knee is possibly broken forever. I think it might scar. It hurt. My god, it hurt. But not as much as falling in love does, so, lucky escape.
And then (on another night, you’ll be pleased to hear) I managed to leave a pub with almost a full pint hidden under my jacket and then as if this weren’t teenage enough I proceeded to GET ON A BUS with said pint, and drink it on my way home. I am a thirty year old wife and mother.
So somehow I have reached March without being a) run over and killed or b) arrested. I suppose this counts as a success.
I will endeavour to behave more appropriately this month (despite the fact I am scheduled to go up North the final weekend and have arranged to see some very good, very old, very drunken friends.)
Work is still ticking over. My half-abandoned novel has been returned to, working on the assumption that I don’t NEED to have the awkward conversation UNLESS it actually finds its way to a publisher (and, uh, gets finished.) Ossie is lovely - we went to the dentist yesterday and he was the most well-behaved bear. In fact it was quite a nice appointment, until I had to pay at the end. All the money I have saved on childcare this month blown on my teeth. And I wanted to blow it on my hair so that totally sucks. Uni is going… well, it’s going. I am four essays down and three to go. 73, 72, 65, 68 and I’ve been a panicky mess for all of them so am lucky to have scored so highly. The next one I am really looking forward to because it’s about two things I think I know about: postmodernity and, er, picturebooks. I’m actually really looking forward to writing it (I say that every time!) Tutorial on the weekend, I missed the last one so I’d better go.
Can somebody remind me what it was I blogged about in the old days? There was an horrific moment earlier this week when I thought 20six.co.uk had vanished. It hadn’t. I’ve no idea why I care, none of us are there any more, but it was a bit like finding your old school had been knocked down. Or something.
I shall return next month with all sorts of interesting updates!
Or not.
Dates for your diary:
The ultra-talented Mr. Steve Dagleish is playing a gig at the Betsey next Tues, March 8th. Tix £6, doors 7pm.
Future Perfect – the writers I worked with last year – have a new show: ANIMALIS at the Poetry Cafe in Covent Garden, 31st March. Tix £6, Doors strictly 7pm (cos it always fills up!)
And the day after (April 1st) there’s another indie night at the Betsey should you fancy it. I don’t work for the Betsey, I swear.
