Whoop ass

In the words of my favourite LM the festival has literally whooped my ass.....in between singing, working, studying and commuting I still seem to appear to have been drunk . every night. What a feast of a festival it was though SO MANY TALENTED PEOPLE IN THE WORLD.

After a week's recouperation I am now ready albeit not quite willing to embrace september, oh september the dullest of all the months, you havn't even got halloween.......still thanks for the memories August, I miss you already.

x

Geordie shore

Newcastle. Saturday evening. Madame Koos.

Oh. WOW

Two 'lowlights', well let's face it for blogging purposes highlights:

1)The actual confession of murder by Geordie no.1 at Newcastle central station

don't worry he was fabritcating a lot of chat

2)The threat of an actual 'take it outside' fistfight with geordie no.2 who apparently did not love my face.

Jeez what's not to love I'm the new snookie aye man pet.