Allen.

The last few weeks have been all over the place, but I think I’m finally regaining a sense or normality. I think it was with the onset of Spring, it always makes me nervous. Will we have a typical April Showers spring or will the sun finally show his face? And lo and behold, the latter happened, beer gardens have been reopened and I’m happy again.

St Patricks day was a lark. I walked around telling people I wasn’t really that drunk, and truly believed it, when the reality of the situation was that I was absolutely steaming. I went dressed as Ireland and was found fast asleep on the sofa the next morning using my Guinness hat as a pillow and my flag as a blanket. Bless me.

Work was bad, in the sense that I’m pretty sure I was almost fired, but things turned around and I’m still here. But the whole experience left me in dire need of some Big Fat Gemma Hugs, so I went to Chester. We watched the little Mermaid, ate jelly and jaffa cakes and placed 2 toy monkeys into obscene positions whilst killing ourselves laughing. At 2AM, this kind of stuff is hilarious. After watching the Little Mermaid, we watched the documentary about it afterwards (after being completely disappointed by the DVD’s so-called ‘games and activities’ – it was one game, and you couldn’t do anything except sit and look at it) and they kept talking about how for the movie they had to change the original ending. The big dork that I am, I couldn’t rest until I found out what the original ending was, and I found out that in the book Eric doesn’t fall in love with her and the mermaid DIES! How awful! If they had made the film with that ending, me and every other girl who is my age would have spent their early years deeply, deeply traumatised.

Back in Manchester, my sister and Rachel somehow convinced me that going to Zoo with them would be a good idea. I agreed, and was doing fine on the way up there until I walked inside – the DJ was playing *NSYNC and Rachel was desperately trying to convince me to stay, (‘it’s not the music, it’s the people!’) so I stocked up on alcohol at the bar, got blind drunk and ended up having the time of my life (a song they later played). I was so hammered I almost ended up sleeping in my car, but my sister rescued me and I ended up sleeping for about 12 hours in Rachel’s oh so comfy bed.

Around this time, I found out Ryan Adams is playing 2 days after my birthday at Stonehenge. I will be doing everything in my power to be at that show.

Speaking of my birthday, it is now only 9 weeks away. The theme is now officially set and it’s going to be a killer. Keep the weekend of June 2nd/3rd free!

Then afew nights ago, the lovely Nick sorted me and Sam out to go and see Foals again. I LOVE FOALS! They were brilliant, as always. In Nick’s immortal words, watching them play live ‘makes you shit yourself’ as they are THAT good. Apparently they have just blown everyone away at SXSW and the NME is now a good 5 centimetres up their arse so expect to hear lots, lots more about them in the coming weeks. And if you haven’t been to see them yet after all the praise I shower on them, then shame on you. Shame indeed. After Foals had played, The Young Knives came on, and seeing as I hate that band, me and Sam escaped to the bar. I am so glad we did, as about 7 minutes later, the drunkest dude I have ever seen fell off his chair. It was amazing.

Tonight I am going to see Kate Nash. She’s really pretty and talented so it could go one of two ways – I will stay sober and think ‘Wow, good for her’ and really appreciate her talent, or I will get horribly drunk and sit seething with jealousy.

Can I also take this time to say that Incubus are useless for cancelling their entire UK tour due to a ‘wrist injury’. Put a bandage on and get on with it, you big girl!

Also, Glastonbury tickets go on sale this Sunday, so I want everyone to pray for me, Katy and Sophie, as we have to get tickets, as I have to see Ryan Adams and Katy has to see Chemical Brothers or both of us will sink into a deep depression which won’t be pleasant for anyone.